Mr. Lu, don't abuse me, Madam really won't give you andrology treatment

Chapter 50 Take it easy

Qiao Yin gritted his teeth.

She finally understood that Lu Lingche had been beaten up and had nowhere to vent his anger, so take it out on her!

"My brother beat you, didn't you beat my brother too? This matter is settled! I have come to deliver medicine to you, and I have done my best!"

"Are you really blind or pretending to be blind? Didn't you see that I kept my hand when I hit him? Did he keep my hand when he hit me? If I really hit him, he will live?"

Now Qiao Yin has nothing to say.

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

He has learned fighting and has won a fighting championship. If he didn't keep his hand, Qiao Jiasen couldn't have only that little injury.

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

Pressing the cotton swab down hard, Lu Lingche hissed in pain.

Qiao Yin pretended not to hear, and continued to press hard.

Sweat dripped from Lu Lingche's painful forehead. He grabbed Qiao Yin's wrist and said coldly, "What are you doing? You want to stab me to death? Retaliation on purpose?"

Qiao Yin gave him a smirk: "Mr. Lu, you're overthinking. I'm just doing normal disinfection work. Why don't you do it yourself?"

"Be gentle! This is my face, not bark!"

"You are a big man, you can't stand this little pain? The massage will hurt even more later. If you want to hum like this, I can't do it for you."

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

Of course, it was inevitable that Qiao Yin would be tormented during the process.

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

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

He couldn't help saying: "This medicine seems to be really good."

Qiao Yin glared at him: "It doesn't seem like it's a unique medicine. It's one of the secret medicines inherited from my grandmother's family. It's passed down from daughter to son."

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 bottle, and before starting to apply it, she solemnly reminded: "This bottle will hurt, please bear with it."

Lu Lingche was disdainful: "How could you deliberately poke my wound with a cotton swab just now? Hurry up and apply it, don't waste time!"

However, when Qiao Yin put it on, he almost bit off his tongue in pain!
He grabbed Qiao Yin's wrist again to stop her from continuing: "What is this, why does it hurt so much!? You're not going to take this opportunity to kill me, are you?"

Qiao Yin's face turned pale from the pain, and she smiled happily this time: "Didn't you just speak hard just now? Now you know it hurts? If you doubt my motives, then I won't apply it to you, and I will take the medicine away. Such a good medicine is wasted on your face!"

Seeing her smile, Lu Lingche couldn't help being startled.

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

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

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

Qiao Yin was a little disappointed, she still thought that Lu Lingche would drive her away, she hadn't had dinner yet, she was starving to death, she wanted to go home for dinner, and she didn't want to be his maid here.

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

Lu Lingche couldn't hold back the burning pain in her cheek, and hugged her waist forcefully: "Can't you be gentle? Are you kneading my face like dough?"

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

Her voice was calm: "My grandma taught me the technique personally. Do you question me? If I press too lightly, your bruise will not disappear at all tomorrow morning. Do you want to be handsome or not?"

　President Lu: Wife, can you be gentle with me?

　　Qiao Yin: Are you worthy?

　　
　
(End of this chapter)