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Chapter 77 It's just a face, what do you care about

Xia Yili smiled softly on his baby-fat little face, and scratched his head in embarrassment: "You're awake, I'm a friend from the regular team, he asked me to see your injury."

"Forensic doctor? Cure me?" Song Miao snorted slightly, "I'm a corpse?"

Xia Yili said "haha" in embarrassment, "Side job, side job, are you hungry? I'm so hungry, can I borrow your kitchen to cook something, I have to pick up my husband later."

Song Miao nodded, lay down again, and said Yoyo: "I'm hungry too, trouble."

Xia Yili hummed, and rushed into the kitchen. Within half an hour, she sat down beside Song Miao with two bowls of egg noodles, sipped the noodles and said, "The scars on your face are very difficult to get. I don't think it will recover, but I have studied a medicine and it will recover in fifteen days, how about it?"

"Little forensic doctor, I'm not your experiment."

Song Miao lazily hugged the warm noodle bowl and put it on the sofa, and said indifferently, "It's just a face, there's nothing to care about."

"Your boyfriend cares." Xia Yili looked at her half face of a goblin who was angry with both humans and gods, and he sighed in his heart why he couldn't look like this, "Your boyfriend has already gone to the criminal investigation detachment to block me several times because of your face, how about You promise, I'm still busy picking up my husband."

"Boyfriend." Song Miao murmured these three words lightly, with some sarcasm on the corner of his mouth.

care about her face.

interesting.

Seeing that she was in a bad mood, Xia Yili gently patted her knee to comfort her, "Don't worry, my medicine is very effective and has no side effects."

Song Miao nodded, "That's troublesome, little forensic doctor."

Men care about this skin, without this skin, she must be the one who is abandoned.

Her song hasn't been written yet, how can it be thrown away in this game.

Seeing her promise, Xia Yili quickly slurped off the noodles, moved the bag by the door and took out two tubes of ointment and put them in her hand, "Six times a day, just apply a light layer on the wound. Keep your mood happy."

"Send me to Qianyao." Song Miao's thin white feet were stuffed into slippers, "It's hard to shut down."

Xia Yili said ok, and took her away after she finished her meal.

This house is just across the street from Qian Yao, as long as she does not close the curtains, Xing Shao can monitor her at any time.

She can also see whether there is anyone in his office at any time.

Song Miao felt that since he cared so much about her face, he would be responsible for any treatment.

When going upstairs, the young lady at the front desk pressed the elevator for her very discerningly.

top floor.

no one.

There were arguments in the conference room.

She stopped outside the frosted glass and listened for a few minutes. After roughly understanding what the argument was about, she walked slowly towards Xing Shao's office.

After Xing Shao finished the meeting, when he returned to the office, he saw the girl who was hard at work.

The girl was wearing a loose black suit, wearing a black peaked cap, her hair was tied behind her ears, she was smart and cool.

Hearing his footsteps, Song Miao tapped on the document at hand, "The price of the land you want is within your satisfaction."

Startled slightly, Xing Shao walked to her side and picked up the land transfer commitment letter on the table. After reading it, he looked at her in surprise.

"Do you know the other boss?"

He couldn't think of any other reason to sign at this price.

"I know you." Song Miao said indifferently, without explaining anything else.

Xing Shao frowned, feeling a little confused.

The people in his project department had been following him for a month without even meeting the other person. She was able to put the cooperation letter in his office in such a short time.

He was curious about her relationship with the other side, but he didn't dare to ask.

Distraught, Xing Shao leaned on her desk, frowning in thought.

Song Miao caught a glimpse of his expression from the corner of his eye, and kicked him, "What are you thinking, I didn't sell myself, so I'll take it for you."

Xing Shao didn't speak.

Song Miao put down the pencil, raised her head, met his appreciative eyes, and crossed her arms to confront him.

Xing Shao did not retreat.

Song Miao ground his molars and kicked him, "If you don't want it, just tear it up."

Slapping on the computer with thin hands, he snorted and got up to leave.

(End of this chapter)