Genius Doctor: Black Belly Miss

At noon on this day, Van Gogh came to the bamboo forest small courtyard on time and looked at his brother's more and more ruddy complexion. He really liked it. Bayi Chinese Network? W (eight) WW. 81ZW. COM

The food of Vatican has been replaced by a medicated diet during this time. Although the taste is not as good as ordinary meals, it does not have a taste.

When A Jing stretched his face and put a few dishes on the table, Vatican took the medicinal diet and began to eat it. He turned a blind eye to the delicious dishes.

His appetite is small. Now, after eating the medicinal diet, the color and spirit have been greatly improved. The more he feels that such a day is a hope, a little sacrifice of his appetite, no such thing. influences.

It was Van Gogh, and there was no politeness in it. The wind blew the leaves and swept the entire table. Fortunately, Vatican’s eyes were fast, and a small dish was prepared for Jun. I put some dishes for her, otherwise The degree of eating innocently, encountering the Van Gogh, I am afraid that only the soup is served.

In addition to Jun Wu and the Fan brothers at the dinner table, there was a little more figure.

After playing the Vatican's innocent spirit, he would not fear himself. He often let the little black cats eat at the table.

Although the spirits can't get strength from ordinary food, there is nothing wrong with taste.

The same is true for black cats, so every time Vatican prepares delicious food for it, it does not have any rejection. It is very safe to eat, while eating, while sweeping the arms of Van Gogh with the tail, attracting Van Gogh. blush.

The taste of Fanjin was so high that she was eating without a sense of ignorance, but she just stopped eating chopsticks.

"What's wrong?" Van Gogh looked at the innocence with the bowl. The dishes in her dish didn't move at all. The rice didn't see much, and I couldn't help but curiously ask.

"But it is not used to eating?" Van Gogh also put down his own medicated diet, looking at the innocent eyes with sincerity.

Jun no evil frowned, red lips scorned, staring at a table of good food for a moment, she rose up, took a handful of chopsticks in the hand of Fan Jin and threw it on the ground.

"Oh... I haven't eaten yet..." Van Gogh looked at him with no eyes.

"Can't eat." Jun Wuxie suddenly said.

Van Gogh made a slight glimpse, and the relaxed look on his face changed abruptly. He immediately took out the silver chopsticks that he carried with him and tried them one by one in each dish. However, there was no abnormality, and the silver chopsticks did not show signs of blackening.

"No poison." Van Gogh.

"It's not poison, it's a tonic." Jun no evil opened his eyes, the whole room was filled with the smell of a meal, but in this fragrance, Jun no evil but faintly asked a herb.

The taste is not clear. The only thing that can be determined is that the medicine is not a poison, but a tonic.

"Tonic?" Van Gogh is even more confused.

Jun has no eyes but has lowered his eyes. The confusion over the past few days has been solved.

"Vatican is not natural, but artificial." Jun Wuji said his speculation.

"What!" Van Gogh stood up directly from the chair and looked incredulously at the innocent. "Small evil, you mean... these people have been prescribed medicine?"

Jun no evil nodded slightly.

"At the beginning, when I was studying for Vatican, I felt a little embarrassed. With the physical condition of Vatican, it is impossible to have such a chaotic pulse."