She wants to find out who is talking too much in Yue'er's ear!
Did he show his flaws? Yu Yanyan admired the expression of the person in the mirror.
She smiled softly, and said in a soft voice, "Shui Muchen loves me very much, and only loves me. I have a very good relationship with Muchen, and Junior Sister Yunmiao is very nice, and I like her very much."
Yu Yanyan kept practicing her expression and tone of voice in front of the mirror until she was no longer agitated or malicious.
Shui Qingyue left clutching her arms, and when she reached a corridor, she happened to bump into Zhao Miaomiao.
"Little Senior Aunt." Shui Qingyue bowed her head and stood sideways.
When Zhao Miaomiao passed by, she smelled the smell of blood on her body, and her footsteps paused, "What's wrong with Qingyue? Are you injured?"
"Little aunt's nose is better than Laifu." Shui Qingyue was in a fit of anger, and her words were a little weird.
Laifu is a dog in Houshan.
As if Zhao Miaomiao didn't hear her words, she continued to say softly, "Who can hurt you? Tell the little aunt, and the little aunt will help you get it back."
"No one hurt me, I accidentally touched it." Shui Qingyue pulled out a smile.
"Oh, at such an age, you still look like a child who can't grow up. If other disciples see it, can't they laugh at you? Come with me, and I will help you treat the wound."
"No need!" Shui Qingyue showed some resistance.
Zhao Miaomiao said with a smile, "Why are you still polite to my little aunt? Come with me."
After saying this, she walked towards her courtyard gate.
Shui Qingyue bit her lip and hesitated for a while, not daring to show her true emotions too clearly.
After all, in the past, her attitude towards the little aunt was a little more intimate than now.
Shui Qingyue raised her foot and followed Zhao Miaomiao's footsteps.
The corners of Zhao Miaomiao's mouth rose slightly, and a dark color surged in his eyes.
Shui Qingyue sat on the chair and watched Zhao Miaomiao find out a bottle of medicine.
"You are whip marks, you look like your mother's Fen Lie. Did you argue with your mother?" Zhao Miaomiao had a gentle smile on her face, "Your mother has always loved you, what did you do to make her so angry? "
Shui Qingyue wanted to say no, but thought that Ling Yunmiao took a look at the wound and knew it was her mother's whip.
She moved her lips, and said lightly, "It's not a quarrel, I made a fight with my mother, and I accidentally hurt it."
"I see." Zhao Miaomiao nodded.
The medicinal powder was sprinkled on Shui Qingyue's arm, and a burst of spiritual power was injected into Shui Qingyue's body, catalyzing the medicinal effect.
Shui Qingyue's wound is healing at a speed visible to the naked eye, and after a while, only a shallow scar remains.
"Okay. This is the scar healing ointment. After you apply it for three days, the scar will be completely eliminated."
Shui Qingyue gave her a strange look, not quite understanding Ling Yunmiao's character.
Always a good old man, kind to everyone.
In the past, she thought that little aunt was kind, but now she feels a little disgusted.
She used this kindness to bewitch father and Xie Ziyu's heart.
Thinking about it this way, Shui Qingyue felt even more uncomfortable, got up and thanked her and left.
Zhao Miaomiao looked at her receding figure, and the smile on her face disappeared.
The perfect personality of the original owner is not something ordinary people can bear.
She raised her hand and waved her fingers, and the colorless and odorless powder slipped from her fingertips.
That's the powder she developed from the formula she asked for from the puppy.
It happened to be used on Shui Qingyue.
As soon as Shui Qingyue walked out of the courtyard with Yuhen ointment, she saw her father coming from a distance. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com