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

Lu Lingche's face immediately darkened. It seemed that the gentleness just now was just Qiao Yin's illusion. He said coldly: "I think you didn't hurt your face, but your brain. You like a waste!"

If he was unhappy, Qiao Yin would be happy. It would be great if she could piss him off, so she kept asking: "What's wrong with the trash? I just like him. You are a genius, but does anyone like you?"

Lu Lingche's face was ashen and his voice was cold: "Shut up and stop talking. My endurance is limited."

Qiao Yin's voice sounded confident in the darkness: "Why, Mr. Lu wants to hit me?"

"If you want, I can satisfy you."

"I won't change my words even if you hit me. I just like Gu Jing."

"The injury on your face hasn't healed yet, so you forget who hurt you? Do you still like him?"

"It was Gu Jing's mother who hurt me, not Gu Jing. Besides, hasn't your mother hurt me? What qualifications do you have to say anything about him?"

"She is not my mother. Even if she is, I won't stop you if you want to take revenge. She was wrong first and should be punished."

Lu Lingche's tone was indifferent and his eyes were as cold as knives: "Whatever you do, don't mention Gu Jing again. If you mention it again, I will beat him to a cripple!"

Disabled?

There seemed to be nothing wrong with him. This was the son of her enemy, and he would definitely become her enemy in the future. If Lu Lingche could deal with him first, she would have to thank him.

"Then go and beat him. Why are you staying here with me? If you don't go, I will think that you are just scaring me."

Lu Lingche suddenly raised the corners of his lips and chuckled: "Qiao Yin, why do I think you really want me to beat Gu Jing into a disability? You don't like Gu Jing at all, otherwise why would you irritate me so much?"

Qiao Yin's expectant expression froze slightly. Oh no, her little thoughts were discovered by him.

Alas, you should be more cautious when talking to people with high IQs, you are careless.

She forced her respect and said: "I just think you don't dare to offend the Gu family and don't dare to touch Gu Jing. I just like Gu Jing!"

Lu Lingche lowered his head, kissed her forehead, and whispered: "That's nonsense. I don't believe that you used to like my type, but now your taste has changed drastically and you like Gu Jing's type." "My taste has just changed." Yeah, I just like Gu Jing’s type!”

"You dare to say that? If you say it again, I will be really angry."

Qiao Yin looked at his stern face, and for some reason, she really couldn't speak anymore.

Did the fear of him over the past five years and more come into play again?
Or is it because he is getting stronger and more coercive now?

Qiao Yin didn't know what was wrong with her. She no longer wanted to stimulate Lu Lingche and lowered her eyelashes.

She wiped the area where Lu Lingche had kissed her and felt a little more comfortable, then closed her eyes and went to sleep.

She thought she wouldn't be able to sleep with Lu Lingche next to her, but she didn't expect that she fell asleep after a while. When she woke up again, it was already bright outside.

Lu Lingche didn't know when he left. She was sleeping so soundly that she didn't notice.

After getting up and washing up, Qiao Yin's face was reflected in the mirror on the sink. The bruises and bruises were gone, and the swelling was gone, leaving only five red wounds. However, the wounds had begun to heal, and they no longer looked so red. Scary.

Qiao Yin frowned while brushing her teeth.

Sometimes it's not a good thing if the effect of the drug is too strong. Her face recovered so quickly, why should she continue to stimulate Gu Chengqiao and talk to him again?
Shen Yujun looked at her face and was very satisfied with the effect of her own wound medicine. When she saw Qiao Yin frowning, she couldn't help but ask her, "What's wrong? The wound still hurts?"

Qiao Yin shook her head and spit out the toothpaste foam in her mouth: "It doesn't hurt anymore. It's just that the effect is too good. My injury doesn't look scary enough."

"You want it to be scary?"

"Yup!"

Qiao Yin's eyes lit up and she looked at her grandmother: "Do you have any medicine that can make the wound look scary?"