Half a month passed in the blink of an eye.
In the morning, Ji Wanzhou drank the Chinese medicine and got three kisses from Meng Qingge.
After dinner, Meng Qingge pushed Wu Tie out of the hall and prepared to get on the car to go to Mr. Fu for acupuncture.
As soon as he got out of the hall, he heard some birds outside calling. The sound was unpleasant to hear, with chirps, chirps and a hint of hoarseness.
There was something about this voice that made people not like it, so Meng Qingge frowned slightly, "What kind of bird is this? It sounds so bad. "
At this time, Nanny Wang, who was standing behind Meng Qingge, laughed. "Wifey, this is the cry of a magpie!" If you cry out so happily, it looks like there's going to be a good occasion! "
"Magpie?" Meng Qingge showed a puzzled expression when she heard that. "Isn't Magpie just a wedding bird?" Why is the sound so unpleasant? "