After wearing the book, I used the male lead as a drug guide

Chapter 210 Hitting My Mind, Afraid I Know

He raised his eyebrows and looked at Song Yihuan in surprise, and said softly: "You know I'm making a bad idea? Could it be that I was obsessed with your beauty, and I was too engrossed in seeing you for a while?"

Song Yihuan didn't believe this at all, she gave him a pair of big eyes.

"Don't be funny, did you say this from a letter?"

Song Yihuan mercilessly exposed his "lie".

Chu Shuolan smiled lightly and remained silent.

"Hoohoho..."

Suddenly, Baihu stood up and growled towards the direction outside the dormitory.

Both Chu Shuolan and Song Yihuan's attention was attracted by it, and their eyes were set on the curtains of the bedroom and the outer room.

Soon, a hand opened the door curtain.

Qi Su, who was dressed in white, opened the curtain and did not come in, but raised her chin to Song Yihuan: "Miss Song, I cured him, why don't you come and see?"

Upon hearing this, Song Yihuan immediately stood up and rushed out.

"Cough cough..."

A low cough sounded from behind, and Song Yihuan's footsteps stopped.

She stopped and turned to look at Chu Shuolan, who was already sitting in a wheelchair.

At some point, Chu Shuolan took out the handkerchief and was wiping the corners of her lips with a slight frown between her brows.

Realizing that Song Yihuan had stopped, he raised his head slightly and stared at her.

Song Yihuan: "Do you want to take a look together?"

"Okay."

Chu Shuolan curled his lips and responded.

After the other party responded, Song Yihuan immediately walked towards him.

She came behind Chu Shuolan, pushed his wheelchair and walked outside.

Zhen Meier, who was sitting in the living room, was restless at the moment, only half of her buttocks fell on the seat, her sitting posture looked very weird.

She is no longer as nervous as before, but has lingering fears about the previous treatment process.

It didn't hurt, but there was too much blood.

And in order to repair the injury on her face, she took off her clothes and used the flesh of her buttocks to repair the injury on her face.

The various processes involved, as well as embarrassment, made Zhen Meier's face burn with pain, embarrassment and embarrassment.

After Song Yihuan and Chu Shuolan came out, they saw Zhen Meier sitting in the living room with her entire face wrapped in gauze.

The other party could only show a pair of smart eyes.

Seeing Song Yihuan's appearance, Zhen Meier quickly stood up, she wanted to say something, but she opened her mouth but nothing came out.

Qi Su leaned against the wooden pillar next to the door curtain of the bedroom, with his arms folded, proudly admiring her work, Zhen Meier's face.

"This girl's face injury can be removed within ten days. After a month, the injury on her face will be as good as before. According to what you said, she has changed a little bit. Her appearance will definitely be more amazing than before."

This was said to Song Yihuan.

Hearing Qi Su's words, Song Yihuan nodded slightly to him, and praised: "Sure enough, there is no injury in this world that Divine Doctor Qi can't heal."

Qi Su, who always liked to listen to flattery, did not show a smile this time.

He snorted arrogantly: "Don't forget what you promised me, if you dare to go back..."

After having no chance to say the following words, Qi Su swallowed them all under Chu Shuolan's unfathomable and threatening gaze.

Chu Shuolan said calmly, "She already knows."

"..."

Qi Su stood up straight: "Is that what I think it means?"

He rarely showed a serious expression on his face.

Song Yihuan: "What? You're planning on me, are you afraid that I will know?"

Upon hearing this voice, Qi Su knew that she knew everything, and immediately walked in front of her.

(End of this chapter)