Pang Zhiping also smiled, his eyes gleaming with interest: "I don't dare to be taught, but how did you think of combining these kinds of medicinal materials together?"

  Shu Cheng narrowed his eyes, shrugged his shoulders, leaned his head lazily on Rong Junyi’s shoulder, and pointed his slender fingers at his brain, meaning a star.

  Pang Zhiping: "..." He is a dignified ghost doctor, is this being mocked for IQ? !

   was taunted...was taunted? !

Rong Junyi looked at someone's head suddenly approaching on his shoulders, and the corners of his lips made an imperceptible smile. Obsidian eyes looked at Pang Zhiping, who was obviously stunned, and his low voice sounded, "She is very tired today. ."

  Pang Zhiping: "..." Why is this scene so familiar? ! Hmm...it seems like the same thing the last time a boy came.

  Pang Zhiping looked at the boy with a little pity in his eyes, but it was a pity that such a medically proficient child was so weak and delicate.

  The young man who was regarded as frail and delicate leaned on the man's shoulder and closed his eyes, feeling Pang Zhiping's gaze, his eyes opened lazily, and his dark gaze swept towards Pang Zhiping with a little bit of dissatisfaction.

  "Will you not leave?" The man looked at the young man with dissatisfaction as his eyes fell on Pang Zhiping, his brows were slightly frowned, and he swept toward Pang Zhiping's dark eyes, his aura getting colder and colder.

  Pang Zhiping shuddered all over his body. Goose bumps could not help covering his entire arm. Looking at the man, he lowered his head and silently stepped out to prepare medicinal materials.

  ……

   "He's gone." Rong Junyi's lips raised a helpless smile, and couldn't help rubbing the black hair on the boy's head. "It's not so spicy anymore."

  The corners of Shu Cheng’s lips were raised indistinctly. The last time she didn't care about Pang Zhiping, she said that he had hot eyes, and she didn't expect men to remember them all.

   "Ah sneeze..." Pang Zhiping walked down the road and sneezed a big sneeze. He touched his nose. The weather turned cold and it was time to add clothes.

  Rong Junyi raised his eyebrows, and ravaged the boy's black hair. The boy raised his head and looked at the man.

  The black eyes were instantly stained with frost, the corners of the red lips evoked a faint arc, the eyes were narrowed, and there was a little smile in his voice, "Isn't this hurt that you won't even be willing to reply to a message, right?"

  Rong Junyi's eyes flashed, the corners of his lips were slightly pressed, and he touched his nose. The injury did not have time to recover before, but after the injury healed a little better, he thought about not responding to the child first, to see if the child would come to him.

  Shu Cheng looked at the man with a pair of agate-like eyes with a smile, and a lazy voice with an elegant atmosphere: "I am cutting shiitake mushrooms at my house at noon today."

  Rong Junyi frowned, obviously not keeping up with Shu Cheng’s thoughts, cutting the mushrooms?

What's the meaning?

Does    have any special meaning?

"Did you know?" Shu Cheng's red lips curled up, dark eyes flashed sly, and his gaze faintly swept under the man, his faint voice sounded in the room, "Every time I cut shiitake mushrooms, there is a body How does it feel to be in the bidet room, don't you think?"

  "..." Rong Junyi recalled the human doll "Xiao Xiaorong" whose little jj had been cut off, and was silent.

   "So, do you want to reconsider the reason why you didn't reply?" Shu Cheng narrowed his eyes, and the corners of his red lips were raised, but there was a little danger.

  Rong Junyi touched his nose.