Substitute wife is super sweet and super cute

As soon as he finished speaking, he bent down and picked up the woman horizontally, and walked towards the bedroom.

After entering the room and putting him on the bed, something happened that left Mu Tingcheng speechless.

Shen Qianqian's quilt was actually wet. Was it a flood?

After hesitating for a moment, he still carried the person to his room.

Finally found a dry place, Mu Tingcheng let out a long breath.

Suddenly, he frowned and stood up. Why was he in such a hurry when the woman fainted? Isn't it just right that she died?
"Dirty people from the Qin family can't die here!"

Yes, that's it. His family can't die of a Qin family, it's too dirty!

"Second Master, the doctor is here!"

Mu Xin's panting voice came from outside the door, obviously tired from rushing up.

"Come in."

Mu Tingcheng said in a deep voice.

"Yes!" Mu Xin responded, and quickly opened the door to let the doctor in.

"Second Master, what's wrong with you?"

The doctor trotted in with the medicine box in hand, looked at Mu Tingsheng with concern and asked.

On the way here, the housekeeper explained to him that Grandpa Ting was playing role-playing with the newly married young lady, and Grandpa Ting was playing Mu Xiao, so he couldn't be mistaken.

"It's her, not me." Mu Tingcheng pointed at Shen Qianqian and said coldly.

"Ah? Yes!" The doctor looked at Shen Qianqian who was lying on the bed after hearing this.

He was pulled up in a hurry, thinking that something had happened to Mu Tingcheng, he didn't care about the person on the bed at all, and only reacted after being pointed at by Mu Tingcheng.

Even in the comatose state, Shen Qianqian's brows were tightened, as if there was something sad.

Her hair was still wet, and her clothes were stuck to her skin because of being soaked by rain. The doctor knew it was rained at a glance, so he turned and went to get a thermometer from the medicine cabinet.

Mu Tingcheng stood aside, staring at the sad person on the bed with a strange feeling in his heart.

He didn't like the unspeakable boredom and discomfort.

"Oh my God! The young lady's fever is too high!" The doctor looked at the thermometer in his hand with a look of horror, and it showed an astonishing forty degrees.

Mu Xin's old face shuddered, and there was a look of worry on his face, and he said, "Here, what can Dr. Su do to cool down? You quickly cool down the young lady!"

"This……"

Dr. Su looked at Mu Tingcheng with some embarrassment. There were ways to cool down, but it was inconvenient for him to operate.

"Look at me, tell me!" Mu Tingcheng also frowned. At this time, he didn't speak and looked at himself. Was he looking for scolding?
"Yes!" Dr. Su felt the hostility coming from Mu Tingcheng's body, so he nodded in fright, "Young Madam's fever is too high, it is recommended to use 20% warm alcohol as a body scrub to physically cool down! "

This is his inconvenience.

"Where's the alcohol?" Mu Tingcheng asked him with a sullen face.

Dr. Su bent down quickly, and took out the warm alcohol from the medicine box, "Here it is!"

Mu Tingcheng looked at the warm alcohol in Dr. Su's hand with cold eyes, hesitating a little.

"Master Ting?" Mu Xin looked at his young master and asked cautiously, "How about I go down and find a maid?"

"No, you guys go out." Mu Tingcheng shook his head and waved away Mu Xin and Dr. Su.

That woman's body is frighteningly weak. It would be no fun if some careless maid rubbed her and died.

"Yes!" Mu News said, and immediately pulled Dr. Su out.

Mu Tingcheng watched the figures of the two disappear into the room, and turned around after the door was closed.

Shen Qianqian's tightly closed eyes glistened, as if she was in extreme pain.

Mu Tingcheng didn't hesitate anymore, poured alcohol on the towel, and threw off the quilt.

Shen Qianqian's clothes were torn apart by him violently, revealing her porcelain white skin.

He wiped the towel off the porcelain-white little figure, little by little, very carefully.

It's not that he has a loving heart towards Shen Qianqian, but that Shen Qianqian is too thin to be treated too aggressively.

The skin like a porcelain doll, coupled with the emaciated body, made everyone who came across it feel like they would be broken if they were not careful.

Mu Tingcheng wiped along Shen Qianqian's curves all the way until he touched the soles of the girl's feet.

Suddenly, he paused and grabbed Shen Qianqian's foot. There was a peach blossom-like birthmark on the sole of that small and white foot.

"This is?"

Mu Tingcheng raised his eyebrows, shock flashed in his eyes, and he came back to look at Shen Qianqian's face again.

I went back to look at the birthmark on the sole of the foot, and then went back to look at her face.

"Girl?"

He muttered to himself, and suddenly stretched out his hand to pinch Shen Qianqian's chin.

Her face is a very common Internet celebrity face, not very good-looking, barely passing the eye.

The scent of hyaluronic acid fills the entire contour, which makes people feel tired.

Mu Tingcheng forced himself to suppress the disgust in his heart, and looked at that face carefully.

It's a face with plastic surgery. It is said that most people have plastic surgery to make the inadequacies on their face look good, but the person on the bed is not. Her face is small and small. It should be a cute baby face, but it has been modified into a face that is suitable for a melon seed face. Sister looks.

Mu Tingcheng has investigated, and the eldest lady of the Qin family is not a baby face, she is born with an internet celebrity face.

Who is this person on that bed?Why did she have plastic surgery to look like Qin Yue?
The peach blossom birthmark on the bottom of the porcelain white villain appeared before Mu Tingcheng's eyes again. He took out his mobile phone and called Ning Xiao.

"This afternoon, I want to know all the news about the girl and Qin Yue. If I can't find you, I don't have to come back."

He hung up the phone as if he had finished his orders, and Ning Xiao on the other end of the phone wanted to find a piece of tofu to kill him.

After wiping with warm alcohol, Shen Qianqian still had a high fever. Mu Tingcheng opened the door and looked at Dr. Su with a gloomy expression.

Dr. Su was drenched in cold sweat, and quickly explained: "Just wiping with warm alcohol can't achieve obvious results, and we still need to give the young lady an infusion!"

"Then why don't you go quickly?" Mu Tingcheng stared at Dr. Su with his dark eyes, and the temperature around him dropped a lot as he spoke.

"Yes! Yes!" Dr. Su didn't dare to neglect, and hurriedly ran to the room.

The medicine box is well-equipped with medical equipment, so you can get infusions when you go in. He first took out a leather tube and stuck it on Shen Qianqian's wrist, and then took out the drip for the injection.

When the needle was inserted, Shen Qianqian seemed to feel pain and twitched.

"Take it easy, you hurt her!"

Mu Tingcheng yelled with a suppressed voice, almost eating Dr. Su.

"Yes Yes!"

Dr. Su didn't dare to refute, he quickly finished the needle, the sweat on his forehead had already flowed into his eyes, but he didn't dare to raise his hand to wipe it, he was afraid that if he made a wrong move, he would provoke the wrath of the Hades.

"Is that all right?" Mu Tingcheng asked seeing Doctor Su stop.

"Yes!" Dr. Su nodded, the needles were all stuck, so naturally there was nothing else to do.

Mu Tingcheng stared at Shen Qianqian for a while, and seeing that she was still motionless, he turned his head and said, "Why isn't she awake yet?"

"Ah." Dr. Su explained with some embarrassment: "Well, we still have to wait a while, it takes time for the energy to enter the young lady's body!"

How could a person wake up immediately after being in a coma for such a long time and had only just been given a drip.

Mu Tingcheng didn't speak, sat next to Shen Qianqian, and touched her forehead, the temperature on it dropped a lot compared to before.

"go out."

Turning his head and seeing the two doctors Su who were still standing there, he waved impatiently.

I don't have any vision at all, and I'm still stuck here after all the work is done.

Mu Xin and Dr. Su looked at each other, bowed helplessly towards Mu Tingcheng, and walked out quickly.

There were only Mu Tingcheng and Shen Qianqian in the room now.

The sound of pouring rain rushed into Mu Tingsheng's ears. He found the remote control of the air conditioner and raised the temperature of the room a lot.

Shen Qianqian seemed to be having a dream. She felt that she had been dreaming frequently recently, and the man she had hoped for appeared many times in her dreams.

So much so that she didn't want to dream anymore.

"Girl, do you still have my wrench?"

The little uncle said this to her, the smile on his face was bright and sunny, with a hint of evil.

"Keep it, but it's not with me. I'll take it back and return it to you as soon as possible." Shen Qianqian nodded and pointed at Shen Nan.

"I'm just confirming!" Mu Tingcheng was still laughing. Hearing Shen Qianqian's words, he was a little puzzled, "What's wrong girl? It's for you, why do you want to give it back to me?"

"Little uncle is gone, and the finger-wrench is not mine anymore." Shen Qianqian also smiled, but the smile didn't reach her eyes, the smile was bitter and desolate.

"Girl, what are you talking about? Am I not here?"

The little uncle frowned suspiciously, and walked towards her against the light.

Shen Qianqian looked up and reached out to touch, she wanted to see the little uncle clearly against the light, and wanted to touch him.

They were all within easy reach, but they were so close to each other. Shen Qianqian couldn't see Mu Tingcheng's face clearly, nor could he touch his people.

A miserable smile reappeared on the corner of her mouth again, and there was a faint glare slipping from her eye sockets. Shen Qianqian felt a little pain in her heart, as if she was pressed by something.

Suddenly, Mu Tingcheng's face appeared in front of her through that layer of holy light.

"Girl, what are you crying for? Huh?" Mu Tingcheng's eyes were sharp and his voice was low. He suddenly approached her and asked, "I'm not here?"

Shen Qianqian kept shaking her head and backed away, she was a little scared.

"Tell me? Pickled meat, tell me, who is your little uncle?" Mu Tingcheng had already pushed her back to the corner, and she couldn't dodge any more.

"No! You're not!" Suddenly, without knowing where the strength came from, she pushed Mu Tingcheng away and shouted, "You're not my little uncle!"

With the light shining in front of her eyes, Shen Qianqian took a big mouthful of fresh air, and beside her sat Mu Tingcheng who was full of doubts.

"What did you just say?" Mu Tingcheng stood up and asked.

He heard the familiar address again.

"No...it's nothing, I called it casually!" Shen Qianqian shook her head, her tone timid.

She didn't forget that Mu Tingcheng didn't allow her to be called little uncle.

The person on the bed looked like a cicada in Liqiu. Mu Tingcheng met her eyes and turned his head after a while, "Where did you get the birthmark on the sole of your foot?"