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In another place, Jiang Pengji came to the boudoir of one of them and found that the furnishings in the house were quite warm and elegant, and there was a girlish atmosphere everywhere.

"If you're not feeling well, drink some sugar water and go to bed early. Jiang Pengji smiled and said softly to the bright girl in it, that is, Xia Er in the mouth of the old bustard, "Or, I'll have someone bring you some blood-nourishing Wuhong soup?"

"Huh?"

Xia Er originally thought that Jiang Pengji was here for fun, but she didn't expect it to be like this, and Chun'er on the side was also at a loss.

"It's all menstruation, and I don't pay attention to it. Jiang Pengji said with a smile, "In the next few days, you must avoid drinking alcohol and not eating cold food." ”

Monthly, menstrual affairs?

The two girls looked at each other, and they didn't know if it was a psychological factor, Xia Er was said by her, and she really felt some pain in her lower abdomen, and there was a faint warm flow under her body, and her face was red and white for a while, and she didn't know how to react.

Jiang Pengji doesn't know how women in this era deal with the eldest aunt every month, anyway, it won't be too simple, "I don't know how your daughter's family handles this situation, so I brought you all out, and I want to ask Chun'er to help her." ”

The faint smell of blood on Xia Er's body became stronger and stronger, and her fair little face seemed to be boiling red under Jiang Pengji's attention.

For happy women, most of the menstrual affairs are not very regular, and many people will have some small problems that are difficult to be ashamed of.

For example, Xia Er, she has a large and irregular monthly monthly affairs, and when she hurts, her limbs are cold, and even her back molars hurt.

She struggled to sit upright, a little awkwardly, but the slightest movement caused a throbbing pain, making her ashamed and anxious.

Jiang Pengji looked at the reactions of the two, and took the initiative to get up and sit behind the screen, which also blocked the camera in the live broadcast room.

[Oops foot pain]: I thought the anchor would snap with the girl, but I didn't expect the sister to come to the aunt_(:З)∠)_

[Fanghua Old]: I want to repent, just now the anchor left the private room with his sister, and I thought that I was going to stage a restricted picture, but I didn't expect it to be for this. Although it's different from what I imagined, the anchor is super gentle, and I really want to have a boyfriend like the anchor.

[Qianqiu Moon Farewell Wujiang Mustard]: Same as confession +1

[Laughing at the city]: Honghong is in a trance, although I know that laughing at this time is very inhumane, but if the anchor is a man, it is estimated that he will be very depressed. I was about to talk to my sister-in-law, hey, hey, my aunt came, and I was definitely depressed and vomited blood.

Jiang Pengji sat behind the screen, there happened to be a tea case at hand, she poured herself a cup, and raised her eyebrows.

[Anchor V]: @一笑倾城, that's not right. If I were a man, there would be no need to be depressed and vomit blood in this situation, after all, there are still two houses to relieve my worries. If Thumbelina can't do it, you can still have some beasts, such as blue blood and silver robbery...... Of course, this kind of behavior is too sad.

Hehe, a group of rookies, still want to compete with her.

Jiang Pengji sighed in her heart, took a sip of tea, and the barrage had completely changed her style.

[Qianqiu Yuebei Wujiang mustard]: Awesome, my anchor! I didn't expect you to be such a filthy and sick anchor!

[Sunset Sun]: Woo woo woo - the old driver and anchor ran over on the train, what did you hear?

[Smuggling Non-Chiefs]: Filthy voices!

[Lovelorn Front Lianmeng]: I'm also drunk, I actually watched a female anchor play a serious hooligan_(:з)∠)_

[Hundred Ghosts Night Walking]: What's wrong with hooligans? If my boyfriend can be like the anchor, no, with her one-tenth, I can talk to him every day, hehehe, I'm not happy if I don't play hooligan. You don't understand, it's more refreshing to be reflexive!

Jiang Pengji always complained that there were 3,000 old drivers in her live broadcast room, but she never thought about what kind of anchor would attract what kind of audience she would attract. I am a senior driver, and I still have the face to complain that others are too dirty?

Jiang Pengji glanced at the barrage of [Hundred Ghosts Night Walking], thought about it carefully, and felt that it had a good connotation.

Time passed quietly in the onlookers watching the barrage and eating tea, and the sound of the friction of the clothes behind the screen gradually quieted down.

After a while, the screen was quietly pushed away, and Xia Er had changed into a brand new dress, but her face was still flushed.

"Lang Jun, the slave is unwell today, and I am afraid that I will not be able to wait. ”

Chun'er answered, "If Langjun doesn't dislike the posture of the slave Puliu, he can ......"

Jiang Pengji shook her head with a smile, and the other party turned pale.

"I'm afraid the two ladies misunderstood, I didn't mean that. Jiang Pengji raised her hand and motioned for the other party to sit down, her expression was still gentle, "I can look at the two ladies like this, I already feel happy and satisfied in my heart, if there are other actions, is it not a blasphemy of this beauty? ”

The two of them are not very old, they were both bought and taught by the bustard when they were young, and the dust has been rolling for a few years, what kind of person has not seen it?

True affection or falsehood can't be hidden from their eyes at all.

The world says that the table is ruthless and the drama is meaningless, so why don't they have already seen through the hypocrisy of others?

You play me too, if you want to exchange falsehood for truth, or the true feelings of a woman who sees through the world, where is it so easy?

On weekdays, what kind of sweet words have not been heard in their ears?

It's all over the ears, just listen to it, and you won't take it seriously at all.

It's just that these words came out of Jiang Pengji's mouth, but they subconsciously chose to trust, and when they came back to their senses, they didn't feel anything bad.

The elder Xia Er smiled bitterly, "Lang Jun's words are elevated, the slave is just the body of a broken flower and a willow, where is it worthy of such praise?"

"Others say that beauty is in the bones and not in the skin, but I think the beauty is in the heart and not in the bones. Appearance is born, parents give, no one can choose, but character and heart are acquired. The two ladies are in the red dust, and they also have a pure heart, how can they not be beautiful?"

Jiang Pengji's is not just a compliment, but a basis.

Most of the ladies in places like Qinglou are raised as children.

Except for a few natural beauty, many of them are used as maids, often beaten and scolded, almost the bottom of the entire Qinglou food chain, not only have to face all kinds of difficulties and take advantage of all kinds of guests, but also endure the torture of the lady they serve. If you are unlucky enough to meet some violent people, maybe a small life will be gone.

Jiang Pengji had a keen sense of smell, and passed by the maid waiting in the lobby before, and smelled a little medicinal fragrance on the other party's body.

Although the opponent's footsteps are steady, the balance of the upper body is not natural, indicating that the opponent's upper body is injured and has been medicated.

Because she was not familiar with the medicines in this world, she couldn't sniff out the ingredients, but one of them happened to be one of the decoctions used by the step-wife, and the value was not very high, but it was not something that this kind of maid could afford.

If those maids are valued enough to afford the medicine, how can the Qinglou side let the guests abuse them?

It doesn't make sense.

They didn't make it themselves, it wasn't given by Qinglou, so where did it come from?

It wasn't until Jiang Pengji smelled the fragrance of the fat powder on Chun'er's body that she had made herself, that she had an answer.

When she came here, she saw a wooden box next to the corner box that had not been fully covered, and this little doubt was solved.

Regardless of whether she is out of a charity mentality or a feeling of sympathy, being able to reach out to the weak is a kindness in itself. (To be continued.) )