Rebirth of a Counterattack: Godly Doctor Shizi Fei

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Chapter 942

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Sima Changfeng was very helpless. He could almost memorize what his father would say next.

This lengthy lesson comes almost every few days.

Who knows, my father did not play cards according to common sense, and those words that must be read usually suddenly disappeared.

"Changfeng, does Chuyu know your identity?"

Sima Changfeng shook his head: "I do n’t know if he knows it or not. I did n’t say it and he did n’t ask. If he knows our Sima family enough, he should be able to guess my identity. It's hard to say. "

The owner of Sima nodded: "I see. You have time to learn from others. Such a good opportunity, don't always think about having fun."

Sima Changfeng kept nodding, rubbing his painful temple helplessly, sighing: "I know, I know, Dad, what is your terrible place do you know?"

The Sima owner was puzzled: "What is it?"

Sima Changfeng took a step back and laughed, "Well, even **** than my mother, I really doubt your senior is a deep lady."

Sima's beard glared and jumped up and chased his son, while Sima Changfeng avoided it flexibly.

At this time, a middle-aged woman with a beautiful face came over and shouted at the two of them: "You two, how old are you, and they are so noisy in public, so that outsiders can see it, and we are at the slightest point There are no rules. "

Sima Changfeng ran to his mother to avoid, and laughed: "Mother, you don't blame me, my father will hit me without saying a word, you have to decide for me."

Madam Sima turned to look at him, wondering: "What's on your forehead?"

She reached out and wiped her son's forehead with something sticky on her finger.

Sima Changfeng also stretched out his hand, and found that many dark yellow stickies had stuck to his fingers.

"What is this? Where did it come from?" He himself was also in a circle, how could this thing be on his hands and face?

The owner of Sima grabbed Sima Changfeng's hand and asked, "Do you know what you touched yourself?"

What did you touch? He thought about it. He just played the piano. He only touched Chu Yu before playing the piano, leaned over his waist, leaned over his shoulder, and received his nose.

When I thought of pinching his nose at that time, I did feel some sticky hands. Is this thing Chu Yu's face?

"What do you think?" The owner of Sima asked.

He truthfully told him: "Before Chu Yu was drunk, it was his turn to play. I woke him up and pinched his nose as if it was something on his nose." He turned to his mother and asked, "Mother, you usually What's that rubbing on my face? "

Mrs. Sima shook her head: "Of course not, but this kind of thing on your hand looks like easy-to-use paint."

The father and son shared the same "Yirong?"

Mrs. Sima gave them a white look: "Look at your fuss, what's so strange about Yirong? How many men and women are walking in the rivers and lakes, because they are inconvenient to reveal their true colors, they put on their faces or wear human skin masks, completely covering themselves Look, or put some special paint on your face to cover up your complexion. "

Sima Changfeng thought of Chu Yu's dark yellow complexion, and also thought that when he changed clothes in the piano shop, he accidentally bumped into Chu Yu's white neck and his long, thin fingers when playing the piano. These skin colors were completely different from his face. .