Sick Beauty Plays the System [Quick Transmigration]

Xiao Ke: "..."

It is conceivable that when the two got out of the car, Cen Huaichou's expression was brilliant.

Is there anything you can do with your skirts ripped off and your hair disheveled?What's more, the muffled sound of people colliding with the car wall occasionally came along the way...

Although Cen Huaichou's limbs are strong and flexible, he had to suffer a little while riding the horse for the first time, and his forearm was a little numb from manipulating the rein.

But he was used to knocking out teeth and swallowing blood, so he followed behind Wei Hanyue with only his arms stiff, like a large soap-colored shadow.

Reminiscent of the name Wei Hanyue called in the past when his consciousness was hazy, the identity of the visitor seemed to be clearly revealed.

The tattoo on the cheekbone on the left cheek seems to bring Cen Huaichou back to four years ago in an instant. The silver needles gouged into the face and reached the bones, which naturally brought very unbearable pain, but more of it was caused by crushing dignity shame.

Even so, Cen Huaichou didn't feel ashamed at that time. He did kill Cen Langzhong, even if he told the reason behind it, it was nothing but death.

If he said that Mr. Cen was a dignified person on weekdays, he was actually a tyrannical one. He would beat him almost to death with a stick and then pour pepper water on his wound, or push him into a wooden bucket full of ice water in the cold winter months to prevent him from showing his head. , who would believe it?But it seems that he can't open his mouth because of the dead, and he is just wanton sophistry.

But today, Cen Huaichou suddenly regretted that he hadn't done it before, he should have taken it slowly...be more subtle, and let Cen Langzhong die in the process of collecting medicine without anyone noticing...

In this way, in terms of appearance, at least such an ugly mark will not be the standard to distinguish him from Gu Quer.

Several people sat down one by one, Gu Qu'er ordered some food according to Wei Hanyue's taste, Xiaoer should be courteous, and was about to leave, but Wei Hanyue suddenly said: "Bring a pot of green bamboo leaves."

Gu Quer: "..."

Cen Huaichou: "..."

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Cen Huaichou didn't like things in his cups. He bought a few jars of strong shochu at home a year ago. In order to prevent the wounds from being beaten by the prison guards from worsening, Cen Huaichou put them on the window sill after the wounds were scarred.

On the night of the summer solstice, he went to the kitchen to mix cold noodles with sesame sauce to appetize Wei Hanyue, but when he came out with a thick porcelain plate, he couldn't find any familiar figures.

If it is said that Wei Hanyue is free to go out for a stroll, but it is raining heavily that night, as long as his brain is not wrong, he will not take a walk in the rain.

That's why Cen Huaichou was so anxious that he didn't even care about the straw hat and coir raincoat, he took the umbrella and didn't open it, and strode into the rainy curtain.

The rain was so fierce that Cen Huaichou could hardly see anything in his eyes. Thankfully, Wei Hanyue didn't go far. Cen Huaichou didn't take a few steps outside and saw him floating along the bank of the Xiaotong River barefoot without an umbrella.

Yes, float around.

Even though the skirt was soaked in the rain, the straight and clear shoulders never collapsed, and the steps were even lighter than usual. The feet bounced up before sinking into the mud on the river bank, as if they were dancing in a trance. Not so.

Therefore, it can only be called "floating".

His little raccoon slave followed faithfully, and the whole cat seemed to have lost a lot of weight with its fur sticking to its flesh.

Cen Huaichou hurried over, opened the umbrella on top of his head and said, "You ran out in such a heavy rain, you don't want your body?!"

It's a pity that the torrential rain hit the umbrella surface with "papa", which dismantled the originally one-point reprimand and nine-point distressed words into messy and blurred noises. To Wei Hanyue, it became more and more like a layer of membrane covering the ears , and his muddled thinking lost the ability to distinguish, he just blinked slowly, wanting to continue wandering along the route just now.

As the distance got closer, Cen Huaichou was keenly aware of the strangeness. Although Wei Hanyue was covered with the unique smell of rainwater, it still couldn't hide the strong smell of alcohol.

Mr. Wei is drunk and having fun.

Cen Huaichou didn't intend to reason with the drunk anymore, he wrapped his vacant right arm around Wei Hanyue's waist, picked him up with one hand and strode home.

Putting the person in the armchair, Cen Huaichou first took off Wei Hanyue's clothes which were so wet that a river could be wrung out.

After all, he is a young man with full of vigor, and when he unbuttoned his clothes, he closed his eyes tightly, but accidentally blocked his vision... His sense of touch instantly became ten times more sensitive.

The smooth skin that is extraordinarily warm after drinking, full of toughness and elasticity, the young man’s fingertips will casually brush over it, and the immature and tiny fluff will sway softly, and the collarbone like a distant peak will feel timid after touching the air. blooming...

Wei Hanyue was itchy from being played by him, and struggled uncomfortably in the armchair. Cen Huaichou was startled, and hurriedly put away the untimely thoughts, wrapped him into a silkworm baby with a goose down blanket, and poured two pots of hot water , put Wei Hanyue's muddy feet in one basin, and put the other basin in front of the drowned cat, signaling with his eyes.

The little raccoon slave raised its front paws to grab the edge very obediently and jumped up, then the whole cat slid into the wooden basin, taking a bath while staring at the little rascal with a pair of bright black pupils and washing Wei Han's feet .

The feet that have been exposed to the wind and rain are as cold as ice cream that has been frozen for an hour. When Cen Huaichou holds it in his palm, the chill spreads and invades. Fortunately, it is the scorching heat. If it gets colder, his feet may turn into ice. block.

It is clear from the sky that Cen Huaichou did not have any dirty thoughts at first, he just performed his duties as a doctor dutifully, pressing a few acupuncture points on Wei Hanyue's dirty feet to help invigorate blood circulation, but when he looked up, he saw Wei Hanyue's flushed face When Rong was close at hand and stared at him intently, Cen Huaichou's complexion immediately turned red and purple, even better than the drunk Wei Hanyue.

"W-why...does it hurt?"

Wei Meiren refused to open her mouth again, as if she had become a little mute, but still stared at Cen Huaichou with concentration and curiosity like a newborn deer.

Cen Huaichou knew that there was nothing to ask from him, so he went out to change the basin of water in embarrassment, and rinsed the snow feet that had been washed away from the stains again.

The wet clothes on his body have not been changed yet, and the rain dripping from the corners of his clothes has accumulated a small puddle on the ground, but he didn't care about it because of his strong physique, and was about to carry the bathtub in, when Wei Hanyue suddenly Lifting his wet bare feet, the little raccoon slave's pad-like toes tapped Cen Huaichou's left cheekbone.

At first, the young man was in a fog, and was only cautious about the skin-to-skin contact, but when Wei Hanyue tapped his right ear with his toe, the embarrassment that Cen Huaichou had just raised immediately turned to ashes.

Wei Hanyue is observing how he is different from ordinary people...

Cen Huaichou seemed to have been stabbed through by that soft, soft toe, and the wound on his right ear, which was torn out by a trap, seemed to be in severe pain again after more than ten years, and the fractures were uneven. The old scars formed by the muscular tissue suddenly became unbearable for him.

His tongue was bitter, and he gently held Wei Hanyue's ankle away from his pinna and put it into the basin, went out and carried the tub to fill up the hot water, and said in a coaxing tone, "Take a bath obediently, OK?"

The little mute remained silent.

Cen Huaichou sighed, and closed his eyes like a gentleman, untied the blanket on Wei Hanyue's body and hugged him horizontally. He tried his best to ignore the greasy and tender shoulders and knees of the other party, and put him into the bathtub with steady steps.

Convinced that there was enough water in the tub, Cen Huaichou opened his eyes, and because Mr. Wei was weak from drunkenness, Cen Huaichou helped him lean against the edge of the tub, unwrapped Wei Hanyue's bun and scrubbed him to soak up the rainwater black hair.

Wei Hanyue didn't say a word, Cen Huaichou thought he would always be so well-behaved, so he relaxed his vigilance. After thinking that he was almost done soaking, he diligently carried him to the bed, and rolled out a quilt again. silkworm baby.

While twisting Wei Hanyue's hair, he listed several medicinal herbs in his mind to dispel the cold and regulate Qi.

After taking a cold shower and changing into clean clothes, when he brought the medicine bowl in front of Mr. Wei, the other party was naturally unwilling to cooperate—Cen Huaichou had always been obedient to him, but that did not include his refusal. When taking medicine.

"Ah Yue, good boy, I will feel uncomfortable if I don't take the medicine..." Cen Huaichou wrapped his arms around his shoulders and hugged him, rubbing his flat and flexible upper abdomen lightly with his big palm, "Ah Yue doesn't want stomach pain or fever, yes no?"

Wei Hanyue was dizzy, but the long-term sick person's rejection of bitter medicine had already been carved into his bones. At this time, the bitter and slightly sour smell lingered in his nose, and he couldn't hide it no matter what. He felt wronged, and the tip of his nose Feeling sour, he buried his face in Cen Huaichou's neck before the tears fell down.

The piece of clothing on Cen Huaichou's shoulder seemed to meet the river that broke its embankment during the flood season. Mr. Wei's tears made him panic, and he immediately pushed the medicine bowl away like a hot potato, and without principle, he said: " Okay, okay, Ah Yue won't drink...let's stop crying..."

But Wei Hanyue, who was drunk and stupefied, couldn't be coaxed by a few words. He refused to look up, and the tears fell more and more fiercely. Wei Yijin's fingertips turned white.

Cen Huaichou was startled, and hurriedly massaged his Zhongwan and Neiguan acupoints for three miles, muttering in his mouth: "It doesn't hurt anymore, it doesn't hurt anymore... Give Ah Yue a press and it won't hurt..."

Xiao Ke, who had been soaking in the water for a long time and was completely ignored by the turbulent two: "..."

As the most conscious system of the Space-Time Bureau, Xiao Ke quietly crawled out of the basin, and while quietly leaving the inner room, he turned on the automatic dehydration and drying for himself.

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As expected, Han Yue, the drunk guard, burned for six or seven days. He was so sick that he didn't even have the strength left to refuse to take the medicine, so he pitifully let Cen Huaichou feed him bowls of dark brown medicine.

Even when he was in a coma, his eye sockets were red with pain, and Cen Huaichou was so painful that his heart was broken. He threw those jars of wine ruthlessly, and never dared to teach Wei Hanyue the chance to drink again.

So when he heard that Wei Hanyue wanted wine, he stopped him almost immediately: "Ah Yue!"

Gu Qu'er's temples twitched violently from this intimate address, and forced himself to restrain his killing intent, he coaxed Wei Hanyue first and said: "Zhuyeqing is strong, I want you a bowl of sweet-scented osmanthus fermented glutinous rice balls, and I ask you to add more osmanthus honey. good?"

Wei Hanyue didn't eat his set, and tapped the corner of the table with his slender fingertips, and reluctantly left two thin noodles for His Majesty the emperor: "Then replace the bamboo leaf green with sweet-scented osmanthus."

Gu Qu'er knew that he had made up his mind, but luckily the sweet-scented osmanthus brewing wine was gentle enough not to hurt Wei Hanyue's papery body, so he didn't stop trying to dissuade him.

But he only considered Mr. Wei's body, but ignored the amount of alcohol he poured.

Before Gu Quer regretted his recklessness, the chicken-skinned and white-haired old Taoist Gu Xian in the lobby slapped Xingmu with a "bang" and said in a rustling voice: "Everyone, let's talk about Mr. Hanyue's romance today." rhyme."

Wei Hanyue's right eyelid twitched violently.

There is an ominous premonition.

The author says:

Xiao Ke: I was kicked suddenly like a dog walking on the road;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!