The God-defying Female Physician of Supernatural Rebirth

Chapter 44 Paint
When she learned that Qianhua was going to live in the Song family, she opposed it at first, but then thought, if she lived in her own territory, wouldn't it be more convenient to punish her?
Following the servants to the guest room, Qian Hua sneered, and said in his heart: "Stinky girl, if you don't learn well at a young age, it's not certain who will punish who."

The guest room had already been prepared, and the servant led her to the door, but refused to go in again.

Qianhua nodded, motioning for her to leave, and the servant fled like a gallop, as if there was some beast behind the door.

Qianhua looked up at the top of the concealed door. An iron bucket full of paint was squatting quietly on the top of the door. As long as she pushed the door, the paint bucket would topple over, and the whole bucket of paint would be exhausted. Shower off.

Qianhua raised her hands, and with a slight jump, she lifted the paint bucket down steadily.

She carried the paint bucket and came to a pink door. In the same way, she put the paint bucket on the top of the door, and was about to turn around and leave. She seemed to think of something again, turned around and took off the paint bucket, He took out a pack of medicinal powder from the silver ring, sprinkled all of it into the paint, put the paint bucket away again, and returned to the guest room humming a little song.

Song Xiaoling, who had been hiding downstairs and listening to the movement, saw that there was no movement for a long time, and thought to herself that she was knocked unconscious by the paint bucket, right?

Thinking about it, she stepped up the stairs and walked quietly to the door of the guest room. Seeing that the door was tightly closed, and there was no foreign object at the door, she thought to herself, could it be that the servant forgot to put it?

At this moment, the doorknob of the guest room was moved, Song Xiaoling hurriedly turned around and ran, rushing to her room not far away.

The door of the room was not closed, she didn't have time to think about it, she stretched out her hand to push the door and got in.

Sharp and piercing shouts resounded throughout the Song residence. . .It successfully attracted everyone in the Song residence.

Looking at Song Xiaoling's current appearance, one can see how much she hates Song Qianhua.

A bucket full of black paint, poured from the head, just imagine, what would it look like?
"Oh my God, Xiao Ling? Fa, what happened?" Aunt Feng Jiao couldn't believe her eyes. The person in front of her with a face darker than Bao Gong's was really her daughter?
Song Xiaoling grabbed the rag from the servant's hand, wiped her face, and wiped off a lot of paint on her face.

The servant opened his mouth and said in a mosquito-like voice, "Little Miss, this is the rag for cleaning the toilet..."

Of course, Song Xiaoling didn't hear it, otherwise, she would have fainted from anger.

Song Xiaoling pointed at Qianhua and said loudly: "It's her, it's her who hurt me"

Qianhua smiled lightly and said, "Cousin, you really know how to joke. I came in empty-handed. What can I do to hurt you? Besides, I don't know where the paint in your house is placed."

Song Xiaoling was about to go crazy, and she yelled at Qianhua: "Smelly woman, don't pretend, this bucket of paint was clearly placed on top of your door, how could it come to the top of mine for no reason?"

Qianhua snorted, and said coldly: "Really? But why is there a bucket of paint on top of my door? Did your servant forget to take it off after painting the wall?"

Having said that, everyone roughly understands what happened.

It's just that they didn't expect that Song Qianhua, a girl who looked weak on the outside, could actually do such an act of revenge.

"Okay, stop arguing, hurry up and wash up" Song Baigang scolded angrily with a sullen face, obviously he was scolding Song Xiaoling, but Song Xiaoling was his own daughter after all, seeing her suffer such a serious crime, it was too late to feel distressed, how could she be willing to scold her? Obviously, he lost his temper and showed Song Qianhua.

(End of this chapter)