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"Boss, I'm ready." Guang Xuan nodded to Zhang Xingyun, tied her hair, and then sat on the chair in a clever way.

Yang Xue is weird to think that this woman who is full of murderous intentions just before herself is in front of Zhang Xingyun ...

"Yang Xue, you sit here." Zhang Xingyun pulled over and put the chair beside Guang Xuan.

Although Yang Xue was ignorant all the way, she didn't ask too much. After all, Zhang Xingyun brought her out. She certainly would not do anything useless, but she couldn't understand it now.

When the two were ready, Zhang Xingyun took out his cloth bag, which contained a shiny silver needle.

"You, what are you doing? I don't want to pierce!" Yang Xue almost jumped up from the stool.

She was very afraid of pain.

Guangxuan turned his face and said lightly, "This is what I use."

"Ah? Oh." Yang Xuesong sighed, but he was more curious.

This looks like a silver needle for Chinese medicine acupuncture? What does Zhang Xingyun do with this?

Could it be that the beautiful woman has any hidden diseases? Need help yourself? Isn't it right? The point should be, will Zhang Xingyun cure the disease?

Apart from the marquis, does this man really have any other identity?

Yang Xue stared at Zhang Xingyun with wide eyes, and was really curious.

She actually wants to know what Zhang Xingyun is doing, or what he wants to do by himself.

The next second, Yang Xue watched Zhang Xingyun pierce a thin silver needle in his hand from the side of the woman's chin.

Qi Gen has not entered.

Yang Xue couldn't help but backed away, her hands were still in front of her, and she felt pain when she looked at it.

But the woman not only didn't say a word, she didn't even move her expression, the two looked like the needle piercing her face.

Thinking of this, Yang Xue's face was red.

"You sit down, try not to move." Zhang Xingyun could not help but reminded.

"Oh."

After Yang Xue said something to Zhang Xingyun, he sat down on the stool honestly and watched Zhang Xingyun stick a silver needle into her face.

After piercing the silver needle, Zhang Xingyun pinched a few more times on the woman's face.

When Zhang Xingyun got up, Yang Xue stayed in his chair.

What did she see?

Frightened by the sight in front of him, he was carelessly touching his face.

Because that beautiful and unreasonable face has just become his own.

"It's almost the same, except for the height, other things are basically invisible." Zhang Xingyun touched his chin and turned to Yang Xue. "Do you think it looks like you?"

Yang Xue was asked by Zhang Xingyun before recovering.

But is this not a question that you want to think about? If the clothes are the same, I think I am standing in the mirror ...

"Like ... but, what did you do to make her look like me?" Yang Xue was surprised, but more puzzled. She didn't understand what Zhang Xingyun wanted to do.

"What else can she do as you are? Of course I will go back for you."

"Go back? Go back to the detention center?"

Zhang Xingyun took you and nodded, "If you want her to go back on your behalf, you should go home first, but if this is the time, let's go out less."

"Xiao Xuan, the rest is up to you."

"No problem, boss." Guangxuan's eyes glowed softly.

Although her face was done with hands and feet. She couldn't make a big expression, and couldn't even open her mouth too much, but Yang Xueer also saw the smile on the corner of her mouth.

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