The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities

Ye Jiao smeared the scald medicine on the back of Mu Chenbi's hand.

The coolness of the scald medicine slightly alleviated the burning sensation on the back of his hand, and Mu Chenbi leaned on the back of the chair, slowly closing his eyes.

After applying the medicine, Ye Jiao turned her head and saw Mu Chenbi's eyes closed and his eyebrows stretched. The man's face was pale, his forehead oozes a thin layer of sweat, his facial features were delicate and beautiful, and thick long eyelashes were cast under his eyes. A shadow, thin lips were gently pressed.

Ye Jiao looked a little dazed, as if time had frozen.

He has always looked cold and arrogant. In fact, he will have some fragile moments, but he has never been willing to expose his fragile side to anyone.

Long eyelashes trembled slightly, Mu Chenbi slowly opened his eyes.

Ye Jiao hurriedly retracted her gaze and stood up straight.

Mu Chenbi stared at his hand: "Alright?"

Ye Jiao nodded, and then helped Mu Chenbi's entanglement of the master.

Mu Chenbi opened the file with one hand and said faintly, "You can go out."

Seeing the man holding the pen in his left hand and writing with difficulty on the document, Ye Jiao endured and endured it. After all, she couldn't help it, and said angrily: "Are you doing this? She doesn't appreciate it at all! "

Mu Chenbi paused for writing, and after a moment of silence, he raised his eyes slightly and stared at Ye Jiao with a cold gaze: "When is it your turn to intervene in this kind of thing?"

Ye Jiao bit her lip: "I...I just think, is it really worth it for you?"

Mu Chenbi looked at Ye Jiao, his gaze gradually became determined, and he slowly uttered a few words from his thin lips: "Drink poison to quench thirst, and be contented."

Ye Jiao was shocked and her eyes widened.

Good...it’s a good drink to quench thirst.

Ye Jiao couldn't say a word, turned around and rushed out of the study.

At noon, the sun was shining outside the window, and a cool breeze hit.

Mu Chenbi pushed open the door, and at a glance saw Yunci sitting by the bed, the breeze blowing her hair in her ears, she tilted her head to look out the window, and the food beside her hadn't moved.

Mu Chenbi slowed down, walked to Yun Ci's side, and said softly: "You still want me to make it by myself before you will eat it?"

Yun Ci did not speak.

Mu Chenbi raised a hand, gently pulled Yunci's hair tossed by the wind, and pulled it behind his ears, and said with a smile: "Wait, okay? When my hand is finished, I will give you eat."

Yun Ci tilted his head to avoid Mu Chenbi's touch, picked up the food on the side, and took only a few bites.

Seeing that Yunci stopped eating, Mu Chenbi waved his long arm, grabbed Yunci's waist, and easily fished her out of the chair.

Mu Chenbi lowered his eyes, stared at Yun Ci's small face with a satiny gaze, and said softly: "Eat more, you are too skinny."

Yun Ci put his hand against Mu Chenbi's chest, resisting his approach, and finally said the first sentence: "Have you developed the antidote?"

Mu Chenbi's face became stiff.

Unexpectedly, the first sentence she said, she still cared about Dongtang Chiyou.

Dongtang is late! It's Dongtang Chiyou when you open your mouth and shut your mouth!

Dongtang Chi You stayed between them forever, becoming a thorn that couldn't be removed.

"No." Mu Chenbi's voice became colder.

Yun Ci raised his eyebrows fiercely, a little anxious: "After taking the special medicine, it won't hurt or die, and there is no reason. Are you planning to keep him in the institute forever?!"

Mu Chenbi said coldly: "A Ci, studying the antidote is not such a simple matter."

The corners of Yun Ci's lips evoked an ironic smile: "Even the special medicine has been developed by you, but you can't develop an antidote? Or, you don't plan to develop it."