Hou Men's Pampering: Splendid Little Doctor Girl

Chapter 380

Subtle footsteps and a slight change in breathing flow reached Gong Huangjue's ears who had been sitting quietly all this time. He turned around and raised his head. In the darkness, the dim black pupils, the moment their eyes were on her face, clearly A bright radiance arose from the ground.But in an instant, the desolate feeling on his body disappeared without a trace in vain.

He smiled evilly, with beautiful clear pupils, the water waves unscrewed little by little, swaying circles and circles of water marks.

"Seventeen, you're back."

The moment she faced him, her expression changed, and she was in a trance for a moment, then she shook her head and smiled wryly, "I'm back."

She was afraid that he would see her abnormal expression, so she quickly found a place with no light and sat down, leaning against the strength of the wall to support her fragility.

But he got up and walked towards her step by step, with a tired smile on his face.

"Seventeen, what did you rub on your body? Why does it smell so special?" His cold lips were drawn up, and a strange light swept across her dull eyes.

Rong Qiao sniffed himself wonderingly, there was no special fragrance.Involuntarily, she rolled her eyes and said angrily, "Man with a cold face, there is something wrong with your nose."

"Really? Could this king smell it wrong?" He seemed surprised, but his eyes were amazingly bright.

"You, what are you doing so close all of a sudden?" Rong Qiao looked at his approaching body and couldn't help clasping his hands tightly.

Gong Huangjue smiled lightly, he looked directly at her flickering eyes and said: "It's nothing, I just want to confirm whether it is really the king who smelled it wrong, or because of the distance, the smell needs further discovery. "

Rong Qiao's eyes widened suddenly. What does he mean?
Her surprise was too late to put away, his body was already getting close to her.He sat down in front of her, stretched out his arms, and gently hugged her into his arms.His head was deeply buried on her shoulder, relying on her body temperature, he gradually expelled the coldness that slowly seeped into his heart.

"Seventeen, this king smelled it right. The scent on your body is indeed very special, which is very suitable for calming the nerves. From now on, this king must keep you by his side at all times, because you can be used as medicine."

His tone was half serious and half narrow, and Rong Qiao couldn't tell the truth from the false in his tone for a while.

However, the strength she had tried to support just now collapsed in an instant the moment he gently embraced her.

With the strength of his arms, she let her feeling of helplessness pour into his generous and warm embrace.

At this moment, she doesn't have to worry about her fragility being seen by him, she can let go of the helplessness and grief in her heart through his warm embrace like spring, and let them go one by one.

They didn't know how long they hugged, but they just hugged each other quietly.

As the breeze blew, Gong Huangjue changed her posture, and he embraced her from behind, letting her body rest comfortably on his chest.

Seeing that the desolation on her face has eased a little bit, seeing that the sadness and confusion in her clear eyes have subsided a little bit compared to when she first entered the Jade Pavilion.

He couldn't help but raise his head, the soft light in his eyes flashed, but Rong Qiao couldn't see it.

"Seventeen, this king found that you behaved the best today, that's why you look like a woman. You are docile, well-behaved, silent, and completely obey this king's orders. Tell me, if you are so well-behaved every day in the future, how much will you be?" OK, isn't it?"

He tapped her forehead again and again, each time getting heavier.

Rong Qiao's eyes narrowed immediately, and the burning flames were imprinted on the bottom of her eyes.She turned her head to the side, staring at his cold and beautiful half of his true face with hatred.

This guy, the standard machismo, despises!

"Why? I feel very moved looking at this king, don't you?" Gong Huangjue slowly lowered her head, her deep and charming dark eyes flickered with an evil light.

Uh--

This guy shouldn't feel too good about himself, okay?Watching him move?Huh—don't get goosebumps off her, okay, such a cold joke.

She rolled his eyes at him and snorted coldly.

He just smiled lightly. "Isn't it? I remember that someone took the opportunity to kiss me when I was asleep, and the kiss was so happy."

When Rong Qiao heard this, her cheeks immediately bulged, as if she had been stabbed by a needle, she jumped out of his embrace angrily, and swung her fingers horizontally.

"Cold-faced man, who, who did something to you, who, who kissed you." The standard here is 300 taels of silver, and those flushed cheeks are the best proof of concealment.

The corners of his cold lips were slightly raised upwards. "Seventeen, what I said made it seem like someone didn't say it was Seventeen, what is Seventeen doing in such a hurry to argue?" He smiled dazzlingly, and it was also an eyesore.

Rong Qiao wanted to bite off his tongue, and wanted to knock the smile off his face with a punch. "Damn it!" She shouted angrily, "Miss Ben has no time to play such silly tricks with you, you can enjoy yourself here alone, please don't let extreme joy turn into sorrow, hum—" Her jaw was raised all the way Tiangao walked out of Yuge with a look of disdain.

However, the decadence that came in before was swept away, and she regained her radiant look.When did the desolate atmosphere in her body suddenly disappear.

Gong Huangjue's brows opened, and his deep eyes could not stop smiling.

After Rong Qiao was so irritated by Gong Huangjue, when she returned to the room, she was thinking only of Gong Huangjue's stern and cold face, and those stunning black pupils with a deep evil smile.

Inadvertently, the handsome face that was hidden in the depths gradually faded away, and was staggered by the overlapping shadows.

At night, the moon was sparse, and the night wind gently floated the crescent-white soft smoke gauze, Rong Qiao hugged her knees with her hands, her chin lightly touched her knees, she was thinking about something, very quiet and absorbed.

Occasionally, when the breeze blows the screen window, and the cold moonlight slantly shines on the front, reflecting her beautiful outline, her soft lips, with a faint, sweet smile that seems to have nothing, follows the bright moonlight. Flowing together.

In her mind, what passed by at this moment was actually Gong Huangjue's inadvertent tenderness, the care hidden behind that mischievous smile, and that inexplicable pity.

pity? !
When these two words crossed her mind, she was shocked suddenly, what was she thinking?How could that cold-faced man feel pity for her?

Did she have a fever in her head, and she was thinking about something in Hu Si? Why is his shadow all over her head at this moment.

She shook her head arrogantly, constantly driving out the shadows in her head, but that figure, that face, that gentleness, were like a net entangled in the slightest, unknowingly, without the slightest precaution on her part, Slowly she approached him, and slowly walked in the big net he cast.

The inexplicable panic made her shudder.

She bounced up, fell down, pushed open the window with both hands, and pushed the opened space to the maximum extent, let the cold wind blowing her mind to wake up, blowing away a certain kind of anxious heat in her body Fleeing.

She told herself that she couldn't think about anything, and she couldn't think about anything.

She is Rong Qiao, she is a woman who was severely bitten by a poisonous snake, she is a woman who was bruised all over by bubble love, she can't repeat the same mistakes, and she can't pay that kind of sad and ridiculous love like a fool.

Her goal is to make money, and make a lot of money, a lot of money.

Enviably enough, enough to get rid of the uneasiness in her heart, leaving nothing behind.

She also has friendships that are rare in this world. She has a father, a mother, and a younger brother, a large group of relatives and friends.

They are everything to her, and they are the motivation for her to make money desperately. With them, watching them walk into a world of happiness and feeling that they have her in their hearts, she should be content and happy.

But why was her heart becoming more and more empty, as if a voice in her heart was telling her that she wanted to pray for something, keep something, and look forward to something, what are those things?She was a little confused.

Raising her eyes, she looked at the brighter and brighter moon in the night sky. Her foggy eyes stared at it obsessively. Fragments of memory like snowflakes passed before her eyes one after another, and they were constantly being staged...

"Seventeen." The deep voice, the familiar breath, and the hands that were vainly wrapped around her waist behind her when she was at a loss, were all too familiar.

Looking back, the clear eyes and the faint mist gradually float and disperse.

"Why are you here?" Not long after she ran away from him, it was less than a cup of tea, how did he come to her side.

Puzzled, confused, missed her eyes.

The silver-white crescent mask on his face, the cold edges and corners under the clear moonlight, seemed to have been smoothed and rounded.The eyes hidden under the mask are deep and charming, with rippling water and continuous ripples.

"It's nothing, I just want to come and see you and see if you're still angry?"

There was hidden emotion in his eyes, his eyes drifted across her body, but he didn't dare to stay longer, and passed her shoulders far away.

"Being angry at you will only be bad for me. It's not worth it. I won't make a loss-making business."

She rolled her eyes upward and blew toward the top of her head.Those rosy lips were curled up and down, like rouge, under the bright moonlight, the gorgeous color seemed to have faded, but it was covered with a halo of blurred and magical beauty.

He couldn't help turning his eyes around, staring at her delicate face, but he only dared to stay around her facial features, and didn't dare to look at other places randomly.

She noticed the fiery gaze, burning on her body, and looked sideways slightly, meeting his deep black pupils surging under the tide. Inexplicably, she didn't know whether it was too close or a tense relationship, she turned away from him. With the forced gaze, she slowly lowered her head, and a faint blush stained her delicate cheeks.

A corner of the wide sleeves spread out with the wind, showing that her hands are tightly held.Beads of sweat overflowed slightly from the palm of her hand. If he had the heart to hold her hand, at this moment, her palm would already be stained with hot sweat.

(End of this chapter)