Before Ming Lanruo could react, her other hand suddenly held his chin and raised his face to look at her.
She lowered her eyes and looked up and down at his somewhat distorted and strange face: "Tell me, has something similar happened before that made you suddenly have such an attack?"
Qiao Yan, no, at this moment, the color on Cang Qiao's face instantly faded, and the originally pale face became a bit green and ferocious.
The woman is cold and emotionless, just like a doctor's gaze when he looks at a patient, but it seems to have the ability to penetrate people's hearts, making all darkness invisible.
He straightened up suddenly, turned around and said coldly: "I'm going to wash it, and you can clean it from beginning to end."
After that, he turned and left.
Wei Ye was standing outside the door holding a basin of water and a rag. Watching him come out, he instinctively took a step back.
"Where is the shower room?" He glanced at Wei Ye lightly.
Wei Ye immediately bowed slightly and said, "Just turn right on the first floor."
"Is it clean?" he asked expressionlessly.
Wei Ye said respectfully: "There is a hot spring pool in the bathroom. The water is always fresh and very clean."
Cang Qiao said nothing more and left. Only then did Wei Ye realize that he was feeling strange——
Why did he bow to others inexplicably?
But that man's aura was even more unfathomable than General Gu's, and people couldn't help but feel that they couldn't look him in the eye and had to speak respectfully.
Wei Ye straightened up, glanced at Qiao Yan's retreating back, and couldn't help but take another deep breath.
He has never seen a particularly good-looking person covered in blood, so scary...
But, it's also scary.
He entered the door, twisted the handkerchief and started to clean up the blood on the floor, while he couldn't help muttering: "Xiao Qiao, your brother looks so scary...you...but thank him.
"
At least looking at Gu Er, he doesn't have to endure the other party's torture these days.
Ming Lanruo said nothing, and sat next to Gu Wenyuan. While moving the needle like flying, she stuffed a good medicine containing rhubarb urine into his mouth.
Wei Ye went in and out several times while Ming Lanruo was cleaning up Gu Wenyuan's aftermath, and heard him murmuring something in his coma.
She was stunned when she heard it, but didn't say anything.
A quarter of an hour later, seeing that Gu Er's breathing had stabilized, she wrote down a prescription for Wei Ye.
"Here is a prescription for replenishing blood. It is an improvement on Uncle Qiu's prescription. Take it and don't let Uncle Qiu see the problem. Don't let Uncle Qiu prescribe the medicine for Gu Er these days to avoid exposing the secret.
.”
Wei Ye nodded cautiously. He knew what to do. Before taking Xiao Qiao into the kitchen, he sent away all the people waiting in the yard.
It makes no sense for someone else to cripple the bastard who tortured him, and then have someone else pick up the pieces.
Ming Lanruo stood up and gave another instruction: "I'm going to see my brother. Also, my brother is not a red-blooded person, but a member of the imperial court."
Wei Ye was stunned and couldn't digest the news for a while.
What does this mean?
But he knew that the news about his connection with her could only be known between her and himself.
"I understand." Wei Ye nodded.
Ming Lanruo got up and went downstairs to the bathroom.
There was indeed the sound of hot spring water in the bathroom.
She looked slightly moved, then opened the door and went in.
Sure enough, I saw a large sapphire bath where the curtain hung down.
A sexy figure with clear texture was soaking in the pool. He leaned on the edge of the pool with his arms open, and his wet black hair was pushed back and hung on the edge of the pool.
Cang Qiao's wet brows were cold, domineering and elegant, but her skin was too pale, and her bright red lips gave her an inhuman aura.
Ming Lanruo walked over and asked calmly: "Have you finished washing, Lord Governor? It's time for us to go back."
He has taken off his human skin mask, revealing his original exquisite facial features, but with a layer of hostility and strange gloominess.
Cang Qiao didn't move, as if he didn't hear her words.
Ming Lanruo suddenly walked up behind him, put one knee on the ground, and followed the way he had just done, bending down and lowering his head, but then reached out to hold his moist and pale face, and clasped it back——
Forcing him to raise his head and face to look at himself.
"Why, you are still sick and you don't want to pay attention to me as a doctor?"
Her clear eyes were lowered above his cold eyes, looking at him steadily.
Cang Qiao's eyes were as dark as the abyss, and she said coldly without expression: "Let go, you go back first!"
