Childhood sweethearts:Your Highness,I want a hug!

The night only engrossed in staring at her hands, she endured itching, feeling obsessive-compulsive disorder are coming out, really very uncomfortable!

Her mental strength was concentrated on her hands, and her forehead was full of sweat.

Because just now

When Shen nianan went to line up to sell roast duck, she opened the books to her hands to prevent her from scratching.

Night the only obedient sitting in the chair, seriously holding the book in both hands, afraid that they can not help scratching.

"The school ointment is too fake." She was very good when she first applied the medicine, but not long after that, her hand began to itch again.

The people next to her looked at holding the book in both hands and teased her, "little girl, you put the book down, your hands are shaking."

Night only shakes her head, her hand trembles not because of the weight of the book, but because her hand is itchy now!

Overhead, but suddenly out of a person with affinity voice, "is... Little girl Qiao?"

At first hearing a strange voice, the only reflection of the night looked up, in front of a kind face.

She blinked, suddenly thought of this person's identity, can't help blurting out: "grandma?"

The soft voice called out a kind address, which made Mrs. Qiao feel more deeply than when she heard Li Mo'er call her "Granny Qiao".

What's going on

There was no time to think about it. Mrs. Qiao noticed the sweat on her forehead and the movement of holding books in her hands.

Mrs. Qiao was very surprised. "Little girl, what are you doing?"

Night only some grievances, muttering explanation, "my hand allergy, very itchy, holding a book, to prevent their own scratching."

I don't know why, in the face of this kind grandmother, she seems to find someone to talk about her grievances, and her voice is a bit tired.

When Mrs. Qiao heard her sincere explanation, she couldn't laugh or cry, "itchy? Medication, how can I carry a book? "

"I wiped the medicine before, but it didn't work. Maybe I had a serious allergy myself."

"Ah..." Mrs. Qiao sighed and took the book down from her hands. "It must be OK to wipe the medicine. You must not have used the right medicine."

Without a book to cover her hand, Mrs. Qiao naturally saw the red dot on the back of her hand, which was like when she was allergic to cats!

Mrs. Qiao frowned and asked, "little girl, how are you allergic?"

Night only honest answer: "accidentally met the cat, I am allergic to cats."

Mrs. Qiao was shocked.

"It's just... What a coincidence."

"What?" The night did not hear her for a moment.

Mrs. Qiao recovered from the shock and quickly took out a piece of ointment from her bag. "Come and try this one. It's specially for treating allergies to cats."

"Gee, grandma, how can you have this?"

"Otherwise, how can we say that we are predestined? I'm allergic to cats, so I always have them."

In this age when many people love to play with cats, if they don't pay attention, they will meet each other. Pei Yichen prepared it for her.

Night only thanks after rest assured wipe, did not expect just painted on not itchy.

"Granny, this medicine is really good." Night only carefully looking at the bottle, write down the name.

Mr. Qiao gave it to her, "here it is. It's really effective."

Night only just need this thing, also not affectation, "thank grandma!"

But Mrs. Qiao couldn't help asking: "little girl, take the liberty to ask, what's your father's name?"