Chapter 195
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That's not a good idea.
"Well …" Liu Yu scratched his head, his face strangely red. "That's not very good, is it?"
The last time she had given him an injection, she had only seen a small piece of skin. But this time, the place she was going to examine was even more private …
As soon as he finished speaking, the air in the entire bedroom seemed to freeze, and the temperature plummeted.
It was like an icehouse.
The man reached out to cover Song Yaoyao's ears, his face ashen. "This is nosebleed!"
"Ah? Oh, nosebleed … nosebleed is good. "
Liu Yu heaved a sigh of relief and hurriedly ran over with a wretched smile. "I thought it was …"
He didn't finish his sentence, but as adults, everyone understood.
When Liu Yu went over, Song Yaoyao's nose was still bleeding. He clicked his tongue and said, "Miss Song, you're a little hot-tempered —"
Rumble!
A bolt from the blue!
This time, he had lost a lot of face! Song Yaoyao peeked and met the man's deep eyes. She didn't miss the smile that flashed through his eyes.
Her brother was definitely mocking her!
Wuwuwuwu, she didn't want to live anymore!
A few minutes later.
Song Yaoyao's nosebleed finally stopped. Perhaps it was because she had lost too much blood, but her head was dizzy and she looked dazed and foolish.
Those who didn't know better would think that Song Yaoyao was the victim of domestic violence.
"Bang!"
Liu Yu packed up his things and stood up. As he walked, he sighed. "It's just a nosebleed, but they made such a big fuss. I thought …"
"Liu Yu."
"Yes, sir, do you have any other orders?" Liu Yu turned his head and met the man's gaze. He shuddered.
Huo Yunque's low and indifferent voice sounded in the bedroom. He looked up and said, "I don't think you're suitable to be a doctor."
"Why, why?" Liu Yu's legs went soft.
Huo Yunque said, "You should change careers and become a writer. Your imagination is quite rich."
Moreover, it was the kind of writer who specialized in writing about love affairs. It would definitely sell well.
"No, no, no!" Liu Yu hurriedly waved his hands and said, "Mister, I've been determined to become an angel in white since I was young, to cure illnesses and save people! This is my mission, the meaning of my existence! "
"Oh?"
Huo Yunque's eyelids drooped and he crossed his arms elegantly.
She lifted her chin slightly. "Get out —"
High and mighty, with an imposing aura.
Liu Yu quickly rolled on the ground. "Alright, I'll roll right away!"
Then, he dragged the suitcase and rolled out in circles.
Song Yaoyao, who was still holding back her tears, giggled when she saw this scene. Her eyes curved into crescents, looking both delicate and adorable.
She pointed at the door and said in a soft voice, "Brother, why did you hire such a stupid doctor?"
Huo Yunque looked on coldly as he lazily leaned into the sofa and asked, "Is it fun?"
"It's fun!" Song Yaoyao nodded. She hadn't reacted yet.
"Do you want to try?"
Her bell-like laughter instantly disappeared.
Song Yaoyao shrunk her neck and peeked at the man timidly.
The man's bathrobe was full of bloodstains. His long legs were crossed, and his eyes were gentle. There was even a faint smile on his thin lips. He seemed to be the same as usual, but it made Song Yaoyao shiver.
A wise man submits to circumstances!
Song Yaoyao didn't even think about it. She slid off the sofa and her knees went weak.
"Plop!"
The little girl knelt in front of him obediently and pinched her ears with her small hands.
She looked pitiful, delicate, and soft.
She secretly gave him a timid look and her eyelashes fluttered.
That was what one would call pitiful.
"Brother ~ I was wrong ~ ~"
Bu Lin: Bah! 'Useless!'
Song Yaoyao: Boohoo, I'll get out now! (Lying on the floor)
Master Huo: Where do you lie? Come here! (Slapping thigh)
Please close your eyes when it's dark. Please open your eyes when you're young.
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