Genius Doctor: Black Belly Miss

On the afternoon of the same day, Fan Zhuo was sick again. This time, the disease was fierce. He was so soft that he would soften his legs. When Ah Jing wanted to go to find a doctor to treat Van Gogh, Van Gogh was miraculous. Well, to appease the frightened A Jing, the matter is over. August 1 Chinese W≥W=W. 81ZW. COM

On the second day, after the person who sent the fruits and vegetables sent the things into the kitchen, Jun was innocent and let Van Gogh take some of it and check it carefully, but there was nothing wrong with it.

"The other party is very cautious, and the food on the weekdays has not been taken." Jun looked at the radish in his hand and threw it to Van Gogh.

Van Gogh took it, looked over and over again, biting it down, crisp.

"It seems that they want to occasionally let Xiao Zhuo become ill, and then let this continuous torture exhaust the vitality of Xiao Zhuo. It is too sinister." Fan Jin blinked his eyes and took the radish in his hand. The person bites it down.

"Only waiting for them to start again." Van Gogh sighed.

Just as the three of them spoke, a noise came from outside.

"Jun evil, you are a shameless villain! Do those shameless activities, just hide here? Hurry and get out of Fenghua College!"

"Jun evil! Don't think that you can rely on Van Gogh and Vatican to keep things right! The things you do, the colleges and universities have already known."

A series of screams made the look of the faces of the Fan brothers change.

The three people in the room immediately went out.

I saw only a few disciples of Fenghua College in the bamboo forest small courtyard, standing in the yard and screaming.

Van Gogh looked at the teenagers who broke into his small courtyard.

The Bamboo Grove Small Courtyard is a place for the health care that Van Gogh specially prepared for him. It is not allowed to enter anyone on weekdays. If you want to say a disciple, even if the mentor does not have the permission of Van Gogh, you can't step on it. But today, even a disciple ran to the small courtyard and screamed!

The gates of the bamboo forest small courtyard are open, and these people are so arrogant from the gate.

"A Jing!" Van Gogh saw this situation and immediately understood the reason.

If no one opens the door, how can these people get in here?

A quietly ran out of the kitchen, a white panic with a trace of panic.

"What are these people going on! Have you forgotten the dean's account?" Van Gogh glared at Ajing. During this time, Ajing was honest, except for a face stretched all day. What is special, but today it is too much!

A Jing looked surprised, looked at the disciples in the courtyard, and looked at the open door. This is the way: "The young master, you misunderstood, I was cleaning the gravel road outside, but I remembered the stew in the kitchen. With something, this came back and forgot to close the door. I don't know how these people came in."

As he said, A Jing went to those people and expelled them. When the teenagers left, they still groaned in their mouths, pointing to the inferiority of the innocent.

Jun no evil face looked at the farce in front of her eyes, she did not miss the silence of Ah Jing in the eyes of the explanation.

It seems that this person really hates himself.

"Junxie, if you feel that you are right, why bother to hide here! You have the ability to go out!" When they left, the teenagers still groaned.

Van Gogh’s face is black to the extreme.