Uncle Fu sighed lightly and murmured: "Jealous."

envy?

When the masked girl heard this reason, her delicate body trembled slightly, and for a long time, she murmured: "Since we are sisters...killing each other, we can't...meddle. Then you can think of...a way, tell...

Who is Lu Yiman's murderer? After all, she is also Ye Fengyun's... friend."

"Understood!" Fu Bo replied: "By the way, there is a second thing."

"What?" the masked girl asked.

Uncle Fu smiled and said: "According to my research, Ye Fengyun is a miracle doctor and has created many medical miracles recently. He may be able to cure your face, Miss."

Hearing this, the masked girl's delicate body trembled fiercely!!

Her abyss-like light blue eyes suddenly burst into light!

However, after a long time, she shook her head and said intermittently: "No, my face cannot be cured by ordinary... doctors. Before, weren't there... many famous doctors who treated me? Not all of them...

If you return in vain, even if it is him, what's the point... of what use is it?"

"Miss, whether he succeeds or not, we might as well invite him to try?" Fu Bo said softly.

The masked girl was silent for a while and then said: "Okay, then invite him... to try."

"OK!"

Uncle Fu smiled and said, "Miss, it's getting late. You should go to bed early."

"Um."

The face-faced girl responded softly.

"The old slave is dead."

Uncle Fu hung up the phone, and the girl with the face took away her phone and stared blankly at the night outside the window.

She said with hope in her heart: "How great would it be if you could really cure my face?"

…

Early the next morning.

Nanhai City.

Ye Fengyun got up early, went to the kitchen, and made a delicious breakfast.

After making breakfast, Ye Fengyun asked Lu Yiman to get up and eat.

Lu Yiman got up.

Ye Fengyun saw that Lu Yiman was in much better spirits.

Apparently, I slept well enough last night.

Yes, Lu Yiman slept well last night. He fell asleep at about twelve o'clock and slept until about nine o'clock this morning.

Normally, he would not have this quality of sleep at all.

Perhaps it was precisely because Ye Fengyun lived here that she felt at ease.

"Go wash up and eat."

Ye Fengyun smiled at Lu Yiman.

Seeing Ye Fengyun wearing an apron and looking like a family man, Lu Yiman said in a sour voice: "You and Liu Qingcheng live together, do you also cook every day?"

"That's not true. Sister Qingcheng never lets me cook. She gets up at six or seven o'clock every day to practice yoga. After practicing yoga, she cooks. How can you be like you, sleeping until the sun shines on your butt!" Ye Fengyun laughed.

.

"you!"

Lu Yiman glared at him and said, "Since your sister Qingcheng is so kind and virtuous, then you should go back!"

"Okay, okay! Stop arguing about this. You have your own good, and she has hers, okay? Let's eat." Ye Fengyun said hurriedly.

"snort!"

Lu Yiman hummed softly and went to the bathroom to wash up.

While eating breakfast, Lu Yiman asked sourly: "Where does Liu Qingcheng still insist on practicing yoga every day?"

"Yes! She said that as she gets older, in order to stay in shape, she must exercise more, and practicing yoga is a good way." Ye Fengyun took a sip of the porridge and smiled.

"Then do you think it's my figure that's better, or hers?" Lu Yiman suddenly asked.

Ye Fengyun's expression tightened. She knew that "sending propositions" was here again!

This woman always likes to ask these weird questions.

Moreover, he always likes to compare with Liu Qingcheng.

Ye Fengyun hurriedly pretended not to hear and took a sip of gruel.

"Hey! Do you hear that? I asked you a question?" Lu Yiman said loudly to Ye Fengyun.

"Ah? What's the problem?" Ye Fengyun asked in confusion.
Chapter completed!