Although Jiao really wanted to make a fuss while the cooperation was hot, it would be better to make sure it was a matter of certainty, but Yan Xuehuai stopped talking to him and called Zhenzhu in and sent Jiao away.

"Jiao fell heavily, it's pitiful, Pearl, you'd better send Mr. Jiao to the clinic first, that Sishitang. I heard that the doctors there are the most capable of curing the disease."

Sishitang is the largest pharmacy and clinic in Pingcheng.

Mr. Jiao quickly waved his hand and joked, sending him to Sishitang. So wouldn’t everyone in Pingcheng know that he was beaten up?

No, this won’t work. Jiao Ye’s handsome and elegant image cannot be defeated!

"No need, I'm already very troubled by Miss Yan. I have a house in Erli Hutong, so I'd better send me there."

Yan Xuehuai almost laughed out loud. Is he not even going back to Shuncheng Street?

She wants to say whether this person cherishes his feathers or face.

"You are polite, I will save you even when you meet a cat or a dog. Besides, Jiao is a living person. Oh, it's a fate to save Jiao by chance today, right? I'll give you a gift to Jiao as a souvenir."

Mr. Jiao was stunned. Why did you save me?

Who dealt with my injuries?

No, what is a gift?

Yan Xuehuai winked at Zhenzhu. Zhenzhu slapped her hands. The window that was originally hidden suddenly opened from outside. He jumped in. Before Jiao Ye could see the man clearly, the man handed the scroll in his hand to Zhenzhu.

Pearl presented the scroll to Mr. Jiao, and Mr. Jiao couldn't help but reach out to take the scroll. The scroll was not big, only the length of a book, and I don't know whether it was a painting, a word, or a material from the Li Family Brewery?

Yes, it must be information, either from the Li Family Wine House, or from the other two, Ouyang Family and Lu Family, or from the Chen Family, who runs the Guan Li Fang, can only win every battle if you know yourself and others.

Master Jiao took it solemnly, and then Yan Xuehuai asked the person who jumped in from the window: "How many copies have you prepared?"

The man said, "The time is limited, only in duplicate. If the girl needs it, she will work overtime to make a few more copies next night."

Yan Xuehuai said: "Not used for the time being, I will look for you when I need it."

The man hugged Yan Xue's arms and fisted, returned the same way, and jumped out of the back window.

Yan Xuehuai smiled and said, "Since that's the case, I won't send it to you. Master Jiao will concentrate on recuperating his injuries when he goes back. Don't worry about thanking gifts or something. Let's talk about it before we have a good relationship. As for the cooperation between our two families, we will wait until Master Jiao is good and we will talk about it. Don't be afraid of having a good meal. What do you think of Mr. Jiao?"

Jiao Ye grinned and showed a big smile. Although he smiled ugly, he could make everyone except Yan Xuehuai feel his sincerity.

"I don't thank you for your kindness. When Jiao's injury is healed, I will definitely prepare a generous gift to visit my door. By the way, Miss Yan's friend is not sick or in trouble, and I will be able to go home today."

Yan Xuehuai also smiled sincerely: "Then I wish Mr. Jiao a quick recovery. Shuncheng Street cannot be without Mr. Jiao, and Pingcheng cannot be without Mr. Jiao."

"Miss Yan praised the wrong way, Jiao was terrified."

Yan Xuehuai and Jiao Ye, one is beautiful and the other is colorful, but their smiles are exactly the same, they are the same harmonious and beautiful, and they are the same false.

Just like when he came, Jiao Ye returned to his pocket, and Zhenzhu took Jiao Ye with a few other people.

Meilan Curie returned to calm again, Zhou Saochen's mouth moved, and finally he refused to speak.

What she wanted to say to Yan Xuehuai was that you and Mr. Jiao were brothers and sisters who had been together for a long time. You two were so similar.

The house in Erli Hutong is actually not Jiao Ye’s home, but his wet nurse, Madam Cai.

When Madam Cai saw Mr. Jiao, who was covered in wounds, came out of her pocket, she was so scared that she almost fainted.

"Young Master, what's wrong with you?" Madam Cai said with tears in her eyes.

Mr. Jiao shook his head: "I'm fine, it's all skin injuries. Let Shunzi call a doctor with a tight-mouthed mouth."

Shunzi is the youngest son of Mama Cai, only three months older than Mr. Jiao, and is his breast brother.

Madam Cai looked at Mr. Jiao with heartache, "Young Master, you should go home to do business. Don't worry about the things outside anymore. Look at this body of injuries, alas."

Jiao Master thought to himself that his injuries were not beaten by the gangsters outside. Of course, he could not explain it yet. He could not tell Mama Cai that he was beaten like this by a evil woman.

By the way, the evil woman also gave her a gift.

The gift was still in his pocket. Madam Cai helped him find the scroll from his pocket and asked strangely: "What is this? How do you put it in your pocket?"

Mr. Jiao smiled and said, "Don't worry, my wet girl, I found a good business, and this is the information I need to use in business."

Madam Cai felt a little relieved. The young master was talking and laughing. It seemed that the matter had been resolved.

Jiao Master's laughter came to an abrupt end, and he stared at the unfolding scroll in disbelief.

Bad information, knowing that you know that your opponent will win every battle, this is clearly a painting.

It was painted that a man was lying on the ground like a dead dog, and a slim woman stretched her feet on the man's face, trampling mercilessly.

The man actually showed an extremely humble smile at the woman's feet.

There are obviously two people in the painting, but the woman is just a back, while the man has clear facial features.

Mr. Jiao opened his mouth wide. He had seen countless paintings of men and women, either sitting, lying, sitting, lying, or riding on the other side. However, this was the first time he saw a woman stepping on a man, and it was still a face, a face!

Jiao Ye stared at the man and woman on the painting, her cheeks turned red, her heartbeats faster, and her breathing became more and more rapid. Madam Cai noticed something was wrong, and walked over and reached out to touch Jiao Ye’s forehead: “Why is your face red? Are you having a fever?”

My forehead is not hot, but...Madam Cai saw the painting!

"Young Master, this is..."

Before Madam Cai could say the following words, Mr. Jiao covered Madam Cai's mouth: "Don't say it, you can't talk to anyone!"

Madam Cai felt sorry for her. The young master she regarded as her own was beaten like this by a woman.

Two lines of tears rolled out from Mama Cai's eyes. Mr. Jiao let go of his hand, but then raised a finger to his mouth: "Shh, just pretend that he didn't see it, you can't say it, you can't see it, and nothing happened."

Madam Cai nodded and sobbed, "I didn't see anything."

Mr. Jiao was relieved and asked Madam Cai to light a brazier in and threw the painting into the brazier.

Seeing that the evil painting axis turned into ashes, Jiao exhaled a long breath of turbid breath. Fortunately, only Madam Cai saw it. If someone else saw it and spread it, he would not have to stay in Pingcheng. It would be too embarrassing, and it would be embarrassing to the Yangtze River and the Yellow River.

Suddenly, he remembered what Yan Xuehuai said to the man: No need for the time being, I will look for you when I need it.

All he burned was one of them, and the painting was in duplicate, and Yan Xuehuai had one in his hand. If necessary, she would ask the painter to draw countless more.

What is necessary? Of course, it is when Mr. Jiao wants to fight back.

Yan Xuehuai, you are a ill-ethical person with smoke.

OK, Yan Yatou, you will win this game!
Chapter completed!