Chapter 50                                                             �

Qiao Yin gritted her teeth when she heard it.

She understood clearly. Lu Lingche was beaten and had nowhere to vent her anger!

"My brother beats you, didn't you beat my brother too? This matter has been cleared! I've come to give you medicine, and the righteousness is over!"

"Are you really blind or pretending to be blind? Did you hold back when you saw me hit him? Did he hold back when he hit me? If I really hit him, would he be alive?"

Qiao Yin has nothing to say now.

Others don’t know Lu Lingche’s strength, she knows it.

He has learned fighting and has won the fighting championship. If he doesn't hold back, Qiao Jiasen will not have the only one injury.

She walked back angrily, threw the medicine box onto the coffee table, then opened it, took out the cotton swab and began to disinfect Lu Lingche's face.

The cotton swab pressed hard, and Lu Lingche hissed in pain.

Qiao Yin just pretended that she didn't hear it and continued to press hard.

Lu Lingche felt sweat oozing from his forehead in pain. He grabbed Qiao Yin's wrist and said coldly: "What are you doing? Want to poke me to death? Take revenge on purpose?"

Qiao Yin smiled at him: "Mr. Lu, you are thinking too much. I am just doing normal disinfection work. Why don't you do it yourself?"

"Be gentle! I'm face, not bark!"

"You are a big man, you can't bear the pain at all? It will hurt even more when the massage is later. If you want to hum so much, I can't press it for you."

Lu Lingche stared at her for a long time, finally letting go of her hand and let Qiao Yin disinfect his face.

Of course, the process is inevitably tortured by Qiao Yin.

After disinfecting, Qiao Yin also disinfected her hands, then applied medicine to him with her fingertips and massaged her gently.

When the medicine in the white medicine bottle was applied to the face, Lu Lingche felt cool, soothing and analgesic, and very comfortable.

He couldn't help but say, "This medicine seems to be really good."

Qiao Yin glared at him: "It doesn't seem to be a unique medicine, it's one of my grandmother's family's secret medicines, and it's passed on to girls but not men."

Lu Lingche felt strange: "Then why didn't you become a doctor?"

Qiao Yin did not answer this question.

She poured out the ointment from the blue medicine bottle and before she started applying it, she solemnly reminded: "This bottle will hurt, so bear with it."

Lu Lingche disdained: "Can you still poke my wound with a cotton swab just now and hurts? Apply it quickly and don't waste time!"

However, when Qiao Yin really applied it, he almost bit off his tongue in pain!

He grabbed Qiao Yin's wrist again and stopped her from continuing: "What is this? Why does it hurt so much!? You are going to take the opportunity to kill me, right?"

Seeing that his face turned pale due to pain, Qiao Yin smiled very happily this time: "Didn't he be stubborn just now? Now he knows it hurts? If you doubt my motive, then I won't apply it to you, and I will take away the medicine. Such a good medicine will be wasted on your face!"

Lu Lingche couldn't help but be stunned when she saw her laughing.

Even if he had a deep prejudice towards Qiao Yin, he had to admit that Qiao Yin had an extremely beautiful face.

With bright eyes and white teeth, he smiled with a sweet feeling. Sometimes it was really hard for him to associate this face with the vicious her.

He lowered his eyes, let go of her wrist, and said lightly: "Come on."

Qiao Yin was a little disappointed. She also thought that Lu Lingche would drive her away. She hadn't eaten dinner yet and was almost starving to death. She wanted to go home for dinner, but she didn't want to be a maid for him here.

After applying the medicine, Qiao Yin's palm began to press and rub Lu Lingche's face.

The cheeks were so hot that Lu Lingche couldn't help but hugged her waist hard: "Can you not be gentler? Do you use my face as dough?"

Qiao Yin was trapped by him and froze for five seconds, but soon she returned to normal and tried to ignore the hands on her waist.

Her voice was calm: "My technique was taught by my grandma step by step. Do you question me? If I press it too lightly, your bruises will not disappear tomorrow morning. Do you want to hurt or be handsome?"

Mr. Lu: Wife, can you be gentler to me?
Chapter completed!