The male god in the quick transmigration story is super fierce.

Chapter 131 The Sick Doctor Lives Next Door

Chapter 131 The Sick Doctor Lives Next Door (14)

His complexion didn't look good.

Did you not sleep last night?

I feel a lack of energy, and even my pace is a little weak.

She was a little interested in the cardboard box she was holding between her fingers.

What can hold such a large piece?
Before Wen Yao could walk over, the man walked quickly into his room and closed the door.

Wen Yao, who was standing at the door and almost slammed into it, stared at the door with wide-open eyes.

He pursed his lips, looking helpless.

How does it feel like avoiding a scourge?
she is so cute? !

I went downstairs to buy breakfast, ate slowly, turned on my phone after eating, and broadcast it directly to the opposite side.

It actually dialed within a few seconds.

Wen Yao raised her eyebrows and sat cross-legged on the bed.

Looking at the phone in surprise.

"Hey."

The voice on the other side was hoarse and magnetic.

Sound like you didn't wake up?

So sleepy in the morning.

Curious what he did last night.

Wen Yao's tone was lazy with a touch of tenderness and meekness.

"Sir, your painting is still at my house, when will it be convenient for you..."

drop.

Wen Yao "..."

Bye?

Fuck? !

Sure enough, this is her ancestor.

Shaking his head, looking at the record of the call on the phone that did not exceed ten seconds, his lips hooked.

This man, what a personality.

her dishes.

……

In the afternoon, I went to an art exhibition.

She likes to draw, and of course it's not all for fun.

The dyes and painting utensils she bought were all traded.

That person is a sissy, and he is not bad.

The relationship between the two is okay, but they actually threatened her because of her painting.

Every year, she draws a picture of their theme and puts it in the studio for exhibition.

If it weren't for those dyes, she really wouldn't have done such an elegant thing.

About to leave at noon.

A gleam of light flashed in his eyes.

He stood at the door and knocked lightly a few times.

The man inside came out with a cold face in pajamas and opened the door.

The moment I opened the door, I felt a pain in my lip, and when I realized it, I saw the long hair fluttering on the back of the girl in the corridor.

With a cold look in his eyes, he closed the door vigorously.

……

She has never liked such a place, and she doesn't know what's so good about it.

It was too quiet, and a bunch of people were talking nonsense.

After arriving, sit directly on a sofa in the middle.

Bored playing with the phone.

After a while, a man with pigtails sat down next to him.

Wearing colorful clothes on her body, she is very coquettish.

Wen Yao glanced at him, "Why?"

Hua Yan looked at the impatient look of the girl, with a flattering smile on her face.

"Isn't there no way to do it? It's the tenth anniversary of the studio. I bought a new batch of dyes. They feel really good. I'll send them to you soon."

Only then did Wen Yao smile, "That's about the same."

His eyes swept away and stopped somewhere.

Isn't that the little white flower?
What is it called?

Song Yun followed her?
Fucked.

Slowly stood up and walked over.

Like a girl in a pink loli skirt, Wen Yao looks extremely cool in a black shirt and black suit pants.

When the girl saw Wen Yao, she subconsciously stood behind Song Yun.

Song Yun reflected and looked at Wen Yao with a frown.

He has always disliked Wen Yao.

Smoking, drinking, clubbing, racing, not studying hard, and hanging out with a bunch of men all day long.

In his eyes, such a person's private life is very chaotic.

And Youjiao was led badly by her, and now she is so...