Madam Became a National Male God After Wearing the Book

Chapter 618

   Chapter 618

The man had a reproachful expression on his face, "I just woke up after sleeping for two days. Do you do what Zhao Yi asked you to do? He asked you to run and you run. Don’t you know if you haven’t eaten for two days, you are also a patient? Well, it's hypoglycemia again, and it's strain again!"

  Qiao Yi: "..."

  This, blame me?

  Big boss is so unreasonable!

  Want to refute.

  However, Qiao glanced at him secretly, his expression was fierce, and his eyes were fierce. Still, don't mess with him.

   Seeing that Joe didn't say a word, he lowered his head silently, and made an appearance of admitting his mistake, and the unnamed fire was a little gone.

  At this moment, Zhao Yi came back with a bowl of black things.

  Before he came to the front, Joe immediately frowned as soon as he smelled a bitter odor.

  Zhao Yi handed the bowl to He Yunting, "You feed her to drink."

"what is this."

  "The medicine for her disease, Chinese medicine."

   "No, no, I don’t drink!"

  Qiao heard that the thing was for her to drink, and immediately covered his face with his sleeve, saying rejection all over his face.

  He Yunting leaned closer and smelled it, and a strong smell of medicine immediately entered his nose, still a little choking, and asked uncertainly: "Can this thing be drunk?"

  Zhao also did not insist, only said: "She has this problem, and Western medicine has not been cured. Either drink the medicine I prepared, and the medicine will be cured within half an hour, or it will hurt to death."

  After finishing talking, he ignored the two of them and walked away with their hands behind their backs.

  He Yunting looked at Qiao Yi, "Baby, or you should drink it."

   "I don't! I don't drink!"

  Qiao sternly refused, and went straight into the quilt, covering his head.

  He Yunting helplessly, looking at the black medicine bowl in his hand, awkwardly, he picked it up and took a sip.

   immediately raised his eyebrows.

   turned out to be sweet.

  Although there is a medicinal smell, it is not as strong as the medicinal smell, and it also has a pungent sensation.

  He only took a sip, and immediately felt the warmth in his entire stomach, as if a small sun had entered in, and the fever continued.

   Regardless of whether Zhao Yi’s medicine is a symptom of her muscle strain, at least, this medicine can solve the problem of Qiao Qiao’s body cold.

   "Baby, this medicine is sweet, I won't lie to you."

   "No, no. How do you know it is sweet?" Qiao Yi covered the quilt and kicked his foot under the quilt, completely disbelief He Yunting said.

  The man had no choice. He was afraid that Joe would smash the medicine bowl and put the bowl on the bedside table. Then he reached out and pulled the quilt.

   "Don't don't, I don't take medicine. You can ask Zhao Yi to give me a shot, but don't take medicine." As soon as Qiao grabbed the quilt, he hid behind the pillow.

  Suddenly heard He Yunting cry out:

   "His...baby, my wound hurts."

  Qiao stunned and pulled the quilt away, "Let me see where you hurt. I didn't kick you in the waist. Why does the wound hurt? For...Um..."

  He Yunting's handsome face suddenly enlarged in front of her, and then, a scent of sweetness came in from his mouth.

"I did not lie to you?"

  The man left after a kiss, but he didn't mean to continue.

  Qiao smashed his lips, what is going on with the familiar smell?

  Like the previous life, every time her little assistant came, the motherwort and **** brown sugar water was soaked.

  He Yunting saw her expression as usual and did not reject it anymore. While the iron was hot, he immediately picked up the bowl, scooped up a spoonful and brought it to Qiao’s mouth, coaxing warmly: "Be good, open your mouth and take a sip."

  (End of this chapter)