The Second Master’s Little Ancestor’s Vest Fell To the Ground

After changing her identity and arriving at Qishan Manor, Mu Changying looked calm and seemed calm, but in fact she was already panicking.

She is a bone spirit who has been practicing for many years. She is very good at pretending to be a demon and is very good at stirring up water.

But Rong Liyuan is not a vegetarian, he is a demon catcher with unfathomable skills, specializing in treating all kinds of troublemaking goblins.

Li Li looked at Mu Changying who had an indifferent expression and nodded imperceptibly.

Sure enough, he was a miracle doctor who had seen strong winds and waves, and he was not intimidated when he saw this majestic manor.

The two of them reached the second floor in silence.

"Second Master, the miracle doctor Changning has arrived."

Li Li took the person into the old lady's room, and then respectfully retreated to the door to guard.

Mu Changying looked at the old lady lying on the bed out of the corner of her eye.

Fortunately, judging from his face, his current condition is not too bad, and treatment will not be difficult.

She pursed her dry lips and glanced at Rong Liyuan very vaguely.

"Second Master Rong, I have long admired your great name."

"Assistant Li Te gave a brief introduction to the old lady's condition on the way here. The old lady's condition cannot be delayed. If you agree, I can diagnose her pulse right away."

Mu Changying's heartbeat was beating like a drum, and a thin layer of sweat dripped from the palms of her hands holding her bag.

She took a deep breath, trying to suppress her uneasiness, and raised a social smile on her lips.

"Miracle doctor Changning has excellent medical skills. I look forward to you being able to treat my mother well."

Rong Liyuan sat on the chair and raised his head to look at the female doctor opposite.

The face is acceptable, the temperament is refined, the behavior is neither humble nor overbearing, and the advancement and retreat are measured. He must have seen the wind and waves.

But...it's the voice...

He paused for a few seconds while making tea, and a cold light flashed in his deep and dark eyes, "But... is Miss Changning feeling unwell?"

The woman's voice sounded cold, but he was sure it was not her true voice.

Moreover...one of the courses that assassins need to learn is the subject of voice changing.

Immediately after Dr. Lin's accident happened, the goddess doctor appeared in a high-profile manner. Is there any connection between the two?

"Second Master, don't worry, my health will not affect my performance no matter what."

Mu Changying lowered her eyes, and a turbulent undercurrent flashed in her misty eyes.

A Yuan is suspicious by nature, and his words are a trap. No matter whether he answers whether he is in good health or not, he will be questioned.

Hearing this, the chill in Rong Liyuan's eyes deepened a bit, and a deep cold and violent aura emitted from his whole body.

"Although Miss Changning is full of confidence, my mother's condition does not allow for carelessness. I hope Miss Changning can answer my questions directly."

His aggressive eyes fell on Mu Changying, and when he saw her smooth and slender neck, a strange color filled his heart.

A glaze-like glimmer appeared in the man's eyes, and his gaze moved downward from her face.

The slender waist, slender legs, and cunning personality...you can vaguely see the shadow of Yingbao in these.

Could it be that the person hiding behind the scenes knew about the existence of Yingbao, so he planned to send someone who looked similar to him to test him?

But fakes are fakes, and fakes can never become real.

The delusion that fish eyes can replace pearls is simply the most ridiculous thing in the world.

"Second Master seems to be very concerned about my health? Is this just out of sexual desire?"

Mu Changying frowned and looked directly at the man in front of her with displeasure.

The two people looked at each other, the air suddenly condensed, and the room was silent.

"..."

Mu Changying's heartbeat accelerated, as if a drum was beating violently, and it seemed that it would jump out of his throat in the next second.

[The bet is on, do you think the horse will fall?]