Farmer Senda

Chapter 310 The Effect of Millennium Bitter Gourd

Song Yuying obviously didn't notice, and she wrinkled her cute little nose when she agreed with him, "Brother Xiaohu, do you like girls who do gymnastics?" When she asked this question, she felt inappropriate, so she hurriedly corrected her, "Brother Xiaohu, I You mean, you like girls who can do aerobics? Wrong, I mean...Actually..."

You let the quiet girl say something that makes people blush, and once she panics, she can't grasp the meaning of the description at all, such as now.

Song Yuying's heart was pounding, she didn't dare to meet Zhang Xiaohu's gaze, her jade hand casually grabbed the corner of her clothes, proving that she was in a state of nervousness and panic.

"Little Yingying, you have such a good figure, you should also like to do aerobics in the morning?" Zhang Xiaohu couldn't laugh or cry, he likes girls doing aerobics, does this have anything to do with him?
"Ignore you!"

Song Yuying ran upstairs, leaving Zhang Xiaohu who was confused again.

Walking to the second floor, Song Yuying stood at a doorway and waved to him to let him walk over.

Zhang Xiaohu originally wanted to release the spiritual energy to see what was inside, but finally endured it, knowing it in advance would be meaningless.

"Dong dong!"

Song Yuying gently knocked on the door.

"Who is it!"

As soon as the door opened, a pretty figure was revealed, and at the same time, a faint fragrance permeated the surroundings.

"I am coming!"

Song Yuying pushed open the door directly, and hugged the figure inside, and soon there was a pleasant laughter.

Zhang Xiaohu leaned against the door, and soon his left hand was grabbed, and with a light pull, he appeared at the gate.

A stranger appeared in vain, Zhao Yan subconsciously took two steps back, as if frightened by the person in front of him, after a while, a rare surprise appeared in her beautiful eyes.

Song Yuying stood by the side and joked, "Sister Yan, don't you always want to thank brother Xiaohu? I invited you here for you. How can you thank me?"

Zhang Xiaohu was pulled, and after stabilizing his figure, a beautiful figure appeared in front of his eyes. His slender figure was wrapped in royal blue jeans, and his upper body was wearing short sleeves. On the short sleeves was a cute little bear. This figure brought a lively and lovely aura, and further up, it was a beautiful face, matched together, the whole body exuded a carefree and unrestrained aura, unrestrained and leisurely.

"It's you?"

In the memory of Zhang Xiaohu's mind, the shocking scene at the beginning appeared, wasn't it the girl in front of him.

"Can I call you Brother Xiaohu?" Zhao Yan was very excited.

"You are Xiaoying's friend, you can call me Xiaohu, brother Xiaohu." Zhang Xiaohu understood why Song Yuying was so happy.

It turned out that Zhao Yan wanted to thank himself.

The last time Song Yuying offered to help, it happened that the thousand-year-old bitter gourd was ready to use, and she extracted a portion, but she didn't expect the effect to be so good.

It turned out that the poisonous scars on Zhao Yan's face disappeared, and her original skin became pink and rosy, as if water could be squeezed out with a light pinch. Although she was not a peerless beauty, she was still a beautiful woman.

The effect of the thousand-year-old bitter gourd exceeded Zhang Xiaohu's expectations. It was hard to believe that a small dose of the medicine would be so powerful. It was extracted and taken directly without dilution to control the effect.

Hearing what Zhang Xiaohu said, Zhao Yan's heart relaxed, she was indeed too excited, never felt so excited, until now, she felt like she was dreaming.

"Sister Yan, this is the door, let's enter the house if you want to thank you!" Song Yuying said with a giggle, she was very happy as a friend that Zhao Yan was able to recover.

After being reminded like this, Zhao Yan found that they were still at the door, and hurriedly invited them in, took out a paper cup to chase tea for Zhang Xiaohu, early in the morning, Zhang Xiaohu didn't like drinking tea very much, but he didn't say anything .

"Sister Yan, I've always wanted to thank you, but it's a pity you haven't come here!"

Zhang Xiaohu sweats one, he is very busy year after year, he almost forgets the matter, how could he think of this, but he can't just say he forgot, that would arouse the public indignation of the beauties.

"Xiao Yingying, you have wronged me. This potion will take one to two months to use. I really didn't expect it to achieve the desired effect so soon!" Zhang Xiaohu said aggrievedly.

Song Yuying believed Zhang Xiaohu's words, and Zhao Yan, who was busy chasing tea, also breathed a sigh of relief.

After leaving the plaster, Zhao Yan didn't take it seriously at first. She was used to this appearance, and truly understood that what men care about is nothing more than a woman's body. Later, by chance, she accidentally used the wrong plaster, and miraculously discovered that her face If there is a change in the world, it is false if you are not excited.

Thanks to the astonishing effect of the plaster, Zhao Yan regained her appearance, and she always remembered a person in her heart, a man who was a bit bad and a bit bitter, but he changed himself.

And seeing this man again today, Zhao Yan once again saw the difference in the man.

Women are always very perceptive, Song Yuying may not have noticed Zhang Xiaohu's change, but Zhao Yan has seen something.

Zhang Xiaohu didn't know Zhao Yan's thoughts at the moment, if he knew, he would probably be shocked. After the third level of the spiritual energy, his body has indeed changed a lot, but he didn't notice the changes in his body.

Men are not women, unless they are particularly narcissistic men, most of which refer to some foil, they may care about their own changes.

Zhang Xiaohu happened to be not this type of person.

At this moment, Zhang Xiaohu was very excited. Needless to say, the reason for the excitement was the disappearance of the scar on Zhao Yan's face.

With such a close distance to each other, Zhang Xiaohu's eyes, which have been improved by his aura, are almost several times more powerful than ordinary people...

Zhao Yan was stared at by Zhang Xiaohu, a blush quietly rose, and quickly spread to his neck, Zhang Xiaohu's thick skin seemed to be a habit.

"I'm sorry, I was thinking about the effect of the potion, I didn't mean it..." After a while, Zhang Xiaohu apologized. After all, Zhao Yan is a girl, so it's not a good thing to stare at her like this.

If Zhao Yan is here alone, Zhang Xiaohu doesn't mind admiring it a little more. After his face is back to normal, Zhao Yan is full of youth again. He is so beautiful, if he doesn't appreciate it, he will definitely be the number one fool in the world. It's a pity. , with Song Yuying by his side, Zhang Xiaohu couldn't go too far.

Zhao Yan was in a good mood and waved his hands, "Brother Xiaohu, I'm fine!"

The four words "Brother Xiaohu" that Zhao Yan yelled out were lingering and very sweet, and seemed to have some special emotions in them.

Such a change, Zhang Xiaohu will definitely not be able to hear it, it sounds good anyway.

Zhang Xiaohu really couldn't reflect on the small details.

Soon after, Zhang Xiaohu realized that Song Yuying brought her here to make Zhao Yan thank her.

It would be strange for anyone not to react after receiving such a great benefit. Besides, for a beauty like Zhao Yan, if Zhang Xiaohu hadn't had a phone number back then, it is estimated that Zhao Yan would have called as soon as she recovered.

For Zhao Yan's kindness, Zhang Xiaohu didn't refuse. It's a good thing for a beautiful woman to treat someone. If he refuses, it's a blow to someone. He wouldn't do such a stupid thing.

Zhang Xiaohu had a good understanding of the effect of the Millennium Bitter Gourd Potion, and couldn't help but think of other people. This potion can not only improve scars, but also whiten the skin. It is a first-class good thing.

Giving jewelry, Zhang Xiaohu thinks it’s not enough, and whitening things are different. Women care about themselves most, and jewelry is nothing more than an external expression.

(End of this chapter)