Evil King, your vest fell off

Chapter 188 You Look Like a Person
"I'm a very honest person," Ming Qianjue felt Feng Nuanyang's sizing and admiring eyes, coughed twice, and looked at Yao Jinling: "This girl, since you're better, go back, too much work and the cold will relapse of."

Yao Jinling had seen the real face of this man, and when she heard his words, she shuddered timidly, and the smile on her lips couldn't hold back.

"Jin Ling, you go back first, I can do it alone," Feng Nuanyang looked at her twinkling eyes, the fear in those eyes, and sighed softly: "You are good, go back and rest first, this doctor is so powerful , I'm sure I'm fine!"

Yao Jinling looked at Feng Nuanyang's trusting eyes, opened the corners of her mouth, and wanted to blurt out to her several times, but the man behind her was so gloomy and cold, she pursed her lips, but in the end she couldn't get over the hurdle of fear, and held Feng Nuan tightly. Yang's hand: "Then I'll go first, you have to be careful!"

When the door was closed with a click, Ming Qianjue's eyes flashed with success, and he immediately stepped forward to hit the door bolt.

Feng Nuanyang looked at his impatient look, a trace of coldness flashed across her eyes, but when he turned around, the smile returned to her face, with a hint of uneasiness.

"Show me," Feng Nuanyang stretched out his hand, with trust in his eyes.

Ming Qianjue's heart began to agitate. In the spacious and bright room, her smile was like a flower, and she was just a few steps away from him, and she could reach him with a light stretch of hand.

"Doctor, uncle..." Feng Nuanyang looked at him standing still, the ecstasy and excitement in her eyes were so obvious, she trembled in her heart, turned her head away: "You can prescribe me medicine just by looking at it." ?”

Ming Qianjue came back to his senses, his face was stained with a faint crimson color, not obvious, lingering around the ears, his heart trembled violently, different from last time, this time he was happy or satisfied, he hurried over , reached out to take her hand.

Feng Nuanyang's body trembled, his hand was a little unnatural, Ming Qianjue restrained the excitement in his heart, and said in a calm voice: "Relax, spread your hands, and straighten them."

That big thick palm gently pulled her hand, and the fingertips seemed to swipe across her hand, feeling her slight trembling, Ming Qianjue was very happy.

When he put his hand on her soft wrist, there was an undercurrent on his serious expression, and he looked greedily at the girl beside him.

"How, is it cured?" Feng Nuanyang was a little worried, after all, this injury had troubled her for a year, and the previous doctor said it would take at least three years to heal completely.

Ming Qianjue frowned tightly, with a serious expression, and finally put down his hands, hesitating a little: "Can I touch that place?"

Feng Nuanyang froze for a moment, looked at the pity that flashed in his dark eyes, and nodded.

With permission, Ming Qianjue stretched out a hand to touch the soft waist, and pressed gently: "Does it hurt?"

The masculine breath coming towards his face made Feng Nuanyang move uncomfortably, and shook his head: "It's usually fine, but it's a bit uncomfortable when it's raining or the weather is cold."

Ming Qianjue felt distressed and annoyed. This girl is the most afraid of pain. When she needed him the most, he was not there. No wonder she hated him so much.

However, his heart wrinkled even tighter, and he didn't know what to do to erase the unhappiness of the past, to find what he lost, and to make him appear in front of her again.

Feng Nuanyang looked at the face close at hand, her figure was reflected in those black eyes, her heart moved, she reached out and gently stroked his cheek: "You look like a person."

(End of this chapter)