The Second Master’s Little Ancestor’s Vest Fell To the Ground

Rong Liyuan stared at the goddess doctor in front of him, his fingers slightly bent and rubbed, and the speculations in his heart poured out like a tide.

After looking at each other for a long time, he looked away and a low, hoarse smile escaped from his throat.

"Miss Changning is really sharp-tongued. But... I don't want to hear such words a second time."

Intrigued? Oh, he would never have any charming thoughts about women other than Yingbao.

"Besides, doctors are kind-hearted. I hope you can keep these words in mind."

Rong Liyuan put down the tea cup in his hand, the anger in his eyes dissipated a lot, and retreated to the darkness to hide. It was dark and deep like a giant cave in the abyss.

"Second Master, don't worry. Doctors need to be kind. Of course I understand this~"

Mu Changying lowered her eyes, a smile flashed in her eyes, she loosened her hand holding the bag a little, and the big stone in her heart finally fell to the ground unharmed.

Yeah, A Yuan is really wary. This is reminding her not to have any twisted thoughts under his nose~

Rong Liyuan's eyes were half-closed, and his sexy Adam's apple squirmed, "It's best if Miss Changning understands."

If she dared to pretend to be confused, he wouldn't mind sending her to keep the company of those little guys.

Maybe these two deaths will lead to the encounter with Doctor Lin on the road to hell.

Mu Changying lowered her eyes, took small steps to the old lady's bed, calmed down, and concentrated on taking her pulse.

After a few minutes, she made sure that her condition had not worsened, and gently put down the old lady's wrist.

"The old lady is poisoned, but this poison is not difficult for me to cure."

She took out a pen and paper from her bag, lowered her head and wrote down the antidote prescription carefully. The moment she lowered her head, her hazy blue wig fell down.

This hair quality is wrong...

Rong Liyuan looked at the person in front of him, with a cold sneer at the corner of his mouth, and an undercurrent surging in his calm eyes.

However, when his eyes fell on the pen used by Mu Changying, his sneer instantly dropped, and the corners of his mouth gradually pursed into a stiff straight line.

This pen was specially made for him by a brand designer. One is in his hand, and the other is placed in the bedroom of Rong Mansion...

Many doubts are added together, and an amazing idea is taking shape in my mind, ready to come out.

"Second Master, if the old lady takes this medicine according to this prescription, it won't take long for her to be back to her original state."

Mu Changying didn't notice anything unusual about the man.

She put down the pen in her hand and handed the prescription to Rong Liyuan with a smile.

"Chang Ning, Chang Ying... Do you think the two are very similar?"

Rong Liyuan approached the girl, his aggressive eyes filled with a trace of amusement.

The man's voice was too hoarse, and there was a gloomy threat coming over him.

Mu Changying was startled and took several steps back in panic, "Second Master, you..."

No, it shouldn't be like this, A Yuan's reaction was wrong!

The girl rolled her eyes, swallowed, and quickly calmed down after the initial panic.

"Second Master Rong, what's wrong with you? Is there something wrong with my name?"

She raised her eyebrows and blinked in confusion, her bright eyes full of innocence.

This expression was so deceptive. If it weren't for a series of coincidences, he would have been deceived.

"Heh...cunning little thing."

Rong Liyuan stopped and picked up the exquisite black pen that had not been put into her bag.

He put it on his fingertips, turned it over and over carelessly a few times, and then opened the pen cap with a pop.