Chapter 677

At the beginning, if ye Meirou and song ye were put together, most people would mistakenly think that they were mother and daughter, because the corners of their eyes and eyebrows were like eight points. But as long as you observe them carefully for a while, you will find that they are two different personalities.

Ye Meirou is soft and weak, and she exudes the breath that needs to be protected. She is gentle and kind.

Song Ye is cold and resolute, domineering and tough, born with an atmosphere that can not be ignored.

She is not like run Yat Sen, is with her ruthless mother Ye Meijing.

Maybe even the affection in his bones is inherited. Even if he doesn't become a killer and doesn't take part in training, song ye can't become a man of deep love.

Therefore, ye Meirou's tone of complaint, she did not refute.

What he wants to do is his own choice, but she is just a bystander.

Ye Meirou can't see any hope for this kind of attitude, so she has to leave in despair. Before leaving, she specially ordered, "you'd better change a place and a different face. The inheritance of the Ye family's faces is most obvious. If you stay here in such a dignified manner, sooner or later, you will be found out."

Until she walked away, the figure disappeared outside the door, song Ye just pulled the corners of his mouth, showing a sneering smile.

Her face was still disguised. If she really showed her true face, I'm afraid ye Meirou would have swallowed the tea cup just now.

However, at present, she does not intend to manage the affairs of run Yat Sen, and there is no way to manage it, because the management system here is very strict, and without the call of the master, her identity can not go up.

However, the other party said that the change of face actually let her heart, that night, she took out her own dye from the space, painted half of her face red, added some black spots to do decoration, and then changed all her eyebrows and eyes.

The next day, she declared that she was ill and had skin allergy. When she went out on the fourth day, she almost didn't frighten Chi gang out of heart disease.

"You What are you doing in Song Ling's room Red just two meters away from her stopped, disdainful wrinkled nose, vigilantly looking at her.

"What can I do for you?" Song Ye is very satisfied with the other party's response, and does not recognize the effect of face changing is very good.

After a while, Chi just recognized song Ye's voice. Her mouth was wide enough to put two eggs in it. Pointing to her face, Chi stepped back two steps, "you, your face..." How did you do that?

He didn't dare to say the second half of the sentence, but he knew how much he disliked it from his vacillating sight.

"Allergies." Song Ye calmly threw two words to him as an answer, and then put on a pair of I am in a bad mood, do not provoke me to look at him.

The latter scalp a burst of numbness, thinking that the disfigurement of the woman is not easy to provoke, quickly said the intention, "the master comes, call you to the mountain."

Song Ye closed the door and guessed something between his thoughts. He nodded his head and said, "well, when I'm not here, watch the main hall and pay attention to the guests."

"Oh, well, good." Chigang shrunk his neck and was busy responding. Now Song's little cat is afraid of being broken in front of him.

Until song ye walked out of the courtyard, he still felt the lingering fear and patted his heart, thinking that he must recover as soon as possible, go to the disciple hall early, and get rid of the devil.

Song ye, who didn't know that she had been labeled as a devil, walked the steps to the main house. Someone had already said hello on the road, and everything was smooth. She walked fast on her own and arrived at the gate of the main house in an hour and a half.

She was still a flower on the other side of the courtyard, which was still a flower on the other side of the courtyard. In the warm sunshine, the blood color was faintly infected. Even the gray walls reflected red light. The whole room was not comfortable. It was too oppressive and lonely. On weekdays, no other servants came in and swept her.

Most of the time, he lived alone and liked to be quiet, so he seldom let people in.

Song Ye's footstep is very light, but when you step on the porch, you can still hear the empty echo. After the nine song corridor, there is a servant waiting at the door, drooping his eyebrows. He doesn't look up when he hears the footsteps. He just opens the door to let song ye pass.

The room was as dark as ever. It was not warm and bright because of the bright noon sun. It was even sultry than when I came last time. The air was filled with an unpleasant smell of medicine.

Song ye walked around the screen and did not find the figure of run Yat Sen behind the desk. Instead, he heard the oppressive groan coming from the bedroom through the bamboo curtain.

"Song ye, can you come in and help me?" Dr. Pang's voice came from inside.

Song Ye didn't refuse, so he walked in. As soon as the bamboo curtain was lifted, a more stuffy breath came. In the summer, there were three ovens in the room. The smell of medicine was all around the room, and the whole room was on fire quickly.

"Pass me some needles." Dr. Pang did not look up when she came in. He was still there, absorbed in the injection.Song Ye looks at the needle less than 20 cm away from Dr. Pang. He silently walks to the bedside and takes the needle to his hand.

From this angle, we can see that under the curtain, his upper body is exposed. He is lying in the white quilt, his lower body is covered with quilts, and the skin exposed on his upper body is densely covered with needle holes. At this time, he twisted his eyebrows on his side, as if he was suffering from a great ordeal in a nightmare. His broken hair on his forehead was wet by sweat, and cluttered on his face, showing between his brows Morbid pallor.

"It takes 49 days for this kind of acupuncture to activate the circulation of blood and bones. Because the process is too painful, I ordered the medicine to paralyze his nerves." Dr. Pang slowed down and told her of the long suffering that he was going through at this time.

Song Ye held the thin silver needle in her hand and ground it in her hand. She did not answer the question with her eyebrows down. She knew that the other party was doing it on purpose.

But until the end of the process of Shao Yichen's injection, Dr. Pang did not hear song Ye's half query. He sighed a little disappointed, blew out the fragrance of the medicine, and walked out with the medicine box on his back. "If you can, sit with him here for a while, and his health will not be good for the next half hour."

When the door closed again, song Ye didn't leave immediately. Instead, he sat in the chair beside him, quietly looking at run Yat Sen, his beautiful and weak face reflected in his cold eyes. The calm heart began to be thin and dense, and the bubbles of emotion came out.

The fragrance of the medicine dissipated, and the sleeping man woke up. Run Yichen opened his eyes and saw the figure at the head of the bed. For a moment, his face was still in a trance, "beautiful scenery..."

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