The master of the reborn business girl

Chapter 662
If Ye Meirou and Song Ye were put together at the beginning, many people would probably mistake them for mother and daughter, because the corners of their eyes and brows are so similar.But as long as you observe carefully for a while, you will find that the two have two completely different personalities.

Ye Mei is soft and weak, her whole body exudes the aura of needing protection, she is gentle and kind.

But Song Ye is cold and resolute, domineering and tough, with a natural aura that cannot be ignored.

Unlike Shao Yichen, she followed her cruel mother Ye Meimei.

Maybe even this deep-seated fickleness is hereditary. Even if he doesn't become a killer or participate in training, Song Ye can't become a person with deep affection and righteousness.

Therefore, she did not refute the complaint in Ye Meirou's tone.

What Shao Yichen wanted to do was his own choice, but she was just a bystander.

This attitude of staying out of the matter made Ye Meirou see no hope, and finally she had to leave in despair. Before she left, she specially asked, "You'd better stay in a different place and with a different face. The faces of the Ye family are inherited. The most obvious thing is that if you stay here so grandly, you will be discovered sooner or later."

It wasn't until she walked away and her figure disappeared outside the door that Song Ye twitched the corners of his mouth and revealed a mocking smile.

Her face was still disguised, if she really showed her true face, Ye Meirou might have been so shocked that she swallowed the teacup just now.

However, she doesn't intend to take care of Shao Yichen's affairs at present, and she has no way to take care of it, because the management system here is very strict, and without the call of the master, her status cannot go up.

But what the other party said about changing her face caught her heart. That night, she took out the dye she had prepared from the space, painted half of her face red, added some black pockmarks for decoration, and changed all her eyebrows and eyes. over again.

The next day she declared that she was sick and had skin allergies, and when she went out on the fourth day, she almost scared Chi Gang who came to call for someone to have a heart attack.

"You...you, what are you doing in Song Ling's room?" Chi Gang stopped two meters away from her, wrinkled his nose in disgust, and looked at her warily.

"What do you want from me?" Song Ye was very satisfied with the other party's reaction, and not being able to recognize it meant that the disguise effect was very good.

After a long while, Chi recognized Song Ye's voice just now, opened his mouth so wide that two eggs could be stuffed, pointed at her face and took two steps back, "You, your face..." Why did you make such a ghostly appearance? up?
He didn't dare to say the second half of the sentence, but he knew how disgusted he was from his vacillating gaze.

"Allergies." Song Ye calmly threw two words to him as an answer, and then looked at him as if I was in a bad mood and don't mess with me.

The latter's scalp tingled for a while, thinking that the disfigured woman is not easy to mess with, so he quickly said his intentions, "Someone from the master's family is here to call you up the mountain."

Song Ye closed the door for a moment, guessing something while thinking about it, nodded slightly, and ordered: "Well, when I'm not here, guard the main hall and pay attention to the guests."

"Oh, um, good." Chi Gang shrank his neck and hurriedly responded.The tiger that used to dominate the entire left side room is now as obedient as a kitten in front of Song Ye, not daring to be presumptuous at all, for fear of losing its arms and legs if it disagrees.

Until Song Ye walked out of the courtyard, he still patted his heart with lingering fear, thinking that he must recover as soon as possible, go to the disciple hall as soon as possible, and get rid of this demon.

Song Ye, who didn't know that she had already been labeled as a demon, walked up the steps to the main house with ease. Someone had already greeted her on the road, and everything was unimpeded. She walked quickly alone and arrived at the main house in an hour and a half. main entrance.

What greeted her was still the Bianhua flowers in the whole courtyard, infiltrating the blood color faintly in the warm sunlight, even the gray and white walls reflected red light, the whole room gave people an uncomfortable feeling, too depressing and It was lonely, and there were no other servants going in and out to clean it on weekdays.

Probably because Shao Yichen lived alone and liked to be quiet, so he seldom let people in.

Song Ye's footsteps were very light, but when he stepped on the corridor, he could still hear the empty echo. Behind the Jiuqu corridor was Shao Yichen's room. There was a servant waiting at the door, with lowered eyebrows and eyes, and he didn't hear the footsteps. Looking up, he just opened the door to let Song Ye pass.

The room was as dark as ever, not much warmer and brighter because of the bright sun at noon, it was even more stuffy than the last time I came here, and the air was filled with an unpleasant smell of medicine.

Song Ye walked around the screen and did not find Shao Yichen's figure behind the desk, but heard the suppressed moans of pain coming from the bedroom through the bamboo curtain.

"Song Ye, can you come in and help me?" Doctor Pang's voice came from inside.

Song Ye didn't refuse, and stepped in. As soon as the bamboo curtain was lifted, a more sultry atmosphere rushed towards him. In the summer, there were actually three heaters in the room, and the fragrance of medicine inside was lingering. It's burning hot.

"Pass me a few needles." Dr. Pang didn't look up when he heard her walk in, and he was still concentrating on administering the needles.

Song Ye looked at the needle that was less than [-] centimeters away from Dr. Pang, walked silently to the bedside and took the needle in his hand.

From this angle, you can just see Shao Yichen's upper body exposed under the curtain. He is lying on the white quilt, his lower body is covered with a quilt, and the exposed skin on his upper body is densely covered with pinholes. As if he was enduring tremendous torture, the broken hair on his forehead was wet with sweat and stuck to his face messily, with a sickly paleness between his brows.

"It takes 49 days for this kind of acupuncture, without interruption every day, to revitalize the blood. The process was too painful, so I ordered some medicine to paralyze his nerves." Pain told her.

Song Ye was grinding the thin silver needle in her hand, she lowered her eyebrows and did not answer, she knew that the other party did it on purpose.

But until the end of Shao Yichen's acupuncture process, Dr. Pang did not hear Song Ye's question. He sighed in disappointment, blew out the fragrance of the medicine, and walked out with the medicine box on his back, "If possible, I will accompany you here. He sits down, he won't feel well for the next half hour."

The door was closed again, Song Ye did not leave immediately, but sat on the chair next to him, quietly looking at Shao Yichen, his cold eyes reflected the handsome and frail face in front of him, and the calm heart began again. Emotional bubbles popped out finely and densely.

The scent of the medicine dissipated, and the sleeping person woke up. Shao Yichen opened his eyes and saw the figure beside the bed. He was still in a daze for a while, "The beauty..."

(End of this chapter)