Kusuriya no Hitorigoto

"Don't spout poison on your own"

When he returned to his room, Mr. Nong gave such an order to the cat and cat.

(What a terrible thing)

A plate of poisonous seaweed was also taken away, and the cat and cat turned pale.

This time, I also prepared two plates to prove that proper cats and cats wear their own bodies and are poisonous. Even though this is an important verification. Bad timing, however, cracked seaweed destinations and figured out who bought this.

He was the brother of a fallen official.

I just found a place to buy it and he threw up saying he bought it easily.

When I tried to get into the kitchen, from what I saw barely, I still thought it was weird but it seemed right.

If there's something you don't want to be seen, you have that attitude.

As is often the case, if the eldest child survives, the second child will be left alone. Though they were cats and cats that clapped out in a funny and simple way for a reason.

Forget it.

I was told not to eat poison, but you are quite tolerant of anything else, the cat and cat thought again.

On second thought, if you don't turn your attention to Mr. Nong's perverse behavior, you'll be treated much better.

(And yet, I'll do whatever I want)

Respond to Mr. Nong without loving, disrespecting, treating him like a pervert, or as if to see a crawling worm.

If I'm your husband, I'm about to dismiss a woman like this. Instead, it would be something you're tying up. I don't like tied necks, let's ask for poisoning.

(When that happens, the herb)

I don't care about the pay, there are other ways to make money.

However, it is a dish out of reach of floral pharmacies such as medicinal herbs for immigrants.

There is as much as I want even if I put up with the poison experiment for a few years.

In the future, I tried to welcome Mr Nguyen by pasting a sales smile (smile) trained in prostitute education on his facial expressions that he should serve in good faith.

Mr Nong gave me a frightened face, so I thought I had the wrong look to paste, and suddenly Mr Nong hit his head against the pillar. Cancer and woodpecker movement.

With that sound, something high-ranking and the old lady, Shui Lotus, popped up.

I don't know, but I got stared at in high order.

(That's not my fault)

The cat and cat busted me thinking it was your husband who was weird.

The work of the day for cats and cats ends with Mr. Nong, his husband. Therefore, it is easier as a cat and cat to have Mr. Nong come home just now.

With a tired face, Mr. Nong came into the room.

"Welcome home"

"Your husband," Shui Lotus said, but the cat and cat ignore it. Because no matter how much, if I say that, my tongue is not going to turn and I'm going to bite it off.

Mr. Nong's return from work is late here. Apparently, the reason was because I was cleaning up the work I had been accumulating.

As much as I want to get to work, I wish I had just finished without showing wild horse guts during the other incident, Cat and Cat thought, but that's the hard project to do.

"I don't know if horses fit, but I disagree."

Mr. Ng sighed as he received the fruit liquor from Shuilian. Everyone in this room may be resistant to Mr. Nong, but once the woman sees him, she will lose her temper. What an annoying eunuch.

When someone like that has an opinion, on the contrary, it's amazing, but I don't want to go out with him or her at the same time.

"There are people who I don't like either"

He seems to be a high-ranking officer in the military, famous for cutting his head off but being a freak.

Something obscure, he said, brings guests into the room, or storms them, plays chess, or postpones judgment on the case in public discourse.

This time, it was Mr. Nong who was targeted.

Every day, she sat in the office and worked overtime for it.

I feel kind of nasty in the face of a cat and cat.

"Where's the hideout, it's"

"It's still over forty. I'll finish my job. It's bad."

(Too forty roads, senior military officials, freaks?

It was a certain word of yours somewhere (keyword), but I decided to forget the cat and cat because it didn't seem like much to remember.

Well, I forgot, the usual bad feeling was coming.

○ ● ○

"The case has already passed."

To the uninvited guest, Mr. Nong smiled at the heavenly woman. It takes effort to keep it from getting tight.

"No, no, it's hard to see flowers in the winter. I thought so."

There was a floating middle-aged man with a one-eyed monocle on his inert mustache.

He was dressed in martial arts clothing, but his appearance was only fitting for a civilian, and his thin fox-like eyes, along with reason, conceived madness.

The man's name is Rahan (Lacan), and he's a military teacher. When the time comes, he'll be the man they say he is, but he's just a freak in this world.

He has a good family, but does not carry his wife after forty, leaving his nephew in charge of the house for his adopted son.

Speaking of Rahan's interests, Acer, chess and rumors. I'm forced to get involved even if they're not interested.

When it comes to the reason why I've been stuck with Mr. Nong lately, it's that he made his daughter a stepdaughter at the Green Green Hall.

I'm not lying, but I feel ill when it comes to my daughter from a whorehouse. Most importantly, it should have been done as calmly as possible because we look like we hear the flying sound of a midsummer feather.

In the form of a lower daughter, but it was a question of how people would take it.

Yet this Gon Jen, who likes rumors about his flattering young daughter, is supposed to have been contracted by Mr. Ng in the military. No, it's hard to say I'm wrong.

I listen to a bunch of stories from right to left that I don't know where the old man is coming from, and I press judgment on the documents I bring in high order.

"Speaking of which, I used to be familiar with Green Blue Hall."

It's an unexpected story, Mr. Nong thought.

Though I thought there was nothing of interest at all.

"What kind of whore are you?

Mr. Nong returned it to me because of his interest.

When Luohan laughs at the garlic, he puts the fruit water he brings to the rugged glass. Sleeping in a bench (couch) is no different than relaxing in your own room.

"I was a good whore. Acer and I were good at chess, and I could win chess too, but Acer just lost."

I guess that was strong enough to defeat the Master, Mr. Nong said.

"I thought I'd never see a woman as funny as that again, but it's something that doesn't work in the world. There were just two rich people who liked things, and they were raising their values to compete."

"It is"

Sometimes a whore's ransom is the amount of money that a detached house builds. I guess that's what Rahan can't even do.

Talk about that, what does this man want to say?

"He's a stranger's whore, and the arts don't sell themselves as much as they sell. On the contrary, I don't even think of customers as guests. To pour tea, too, I saw it with such magnificent eyes as to give charity to the lower bitch people rather than to treat my husband. Well, I'm one of them, but I can't wait to get a tingle in my spine."

……

Mr. Nong was uncomfortable and distracted himself. The high order of refraining also bites the lips in a single letter strongly.

People of the same taste are cool in the world.

Know it or not in that heart, Rahan continues.

"It's something I was hoping to put together someday."

I caught a glimpse of a mad flame in the eyes of a man laughing at me.

"In the end, I couldn't give up on that whore either, and I had no choice but to use a little dirty hands. Well, if it's expensive and you can't help it, it's fine if it's cheaper."

The rare value (premier) dropped.

"Do you want to know what method you took?

A fox-like eye is laughing at your glasses.

When do you pull them in? It's horrible because of this.

"Have you been here long?"

"No, it's already time. If you stay long, your men will be pissed off."

As I returned my palm, Luohan cleans up the fruit water. I put the other bottle of virtue that I had prepared on Mr. Nong's desk.

"Give it to the ladies with the room. Because it's an easy mouth to drink without being too sweet."

The middle-aged martial officer waved,

"See you tomorrow"

and left.