The Stupid Missy Glows Up After Marriage

Qingcheng took the bottle of ointment, and there were stars in his eyes.

She squeezed, thinking that she would not be so excited, there were still fluctuations in her mood.

She looked at Meng Ying nervously and excitedly.

Meng Ying smiled and pushed her shoulders and walked in, "Don't be nervous, I will accompany you."

Apply the ointment evenly on that face.

The medicine developed by Xu Nianhua is not bad, with only a faint herb smell, not unpleasant.

For nothing, like a mask.

Qingcheng sat in front of the mirror and took a few deep breaths.

Meng Ying smiled and held her shoulders, looking at the face in the mirror, "Don't be nervous, everything will be fine."

"I have accepted it to the point of death, I also held this face, and now suddenly gave me hope, I hope to get better, but I am afraid of disappointment."

Qingcheng thought that he wouldn't care, but when it was such a time, the pressure in his heart also began to develop.

She was nervous, scared, apprehensive, and restless.

It was full of expectation, and she was afraid that it would still be a dream in the end.

"I said, as long as you can get rid of this poison, there is no problem." Meng Ying shook her shoulder, "Don't worry, everything will only get better. To put it bluntly, it's already like this anyway. It's worse now."

Qingcheng took a deep breath and looked firm, "Yes, it won't be worse than it is now."

...

In the evening, Mu Yuansheng called Meng Ying, knowing she was here in Qingcheng, and said that he would come and pick her up later.

The medicine on Qingcheng's face had soaked into her skin, and she could feel the pain on her face, as if she had been torn again.

However, nothing can be seen on the surface.

Meng Ying didn't know medicine either, "Could it be that the medicine is acting, it is anti-virus?"

"I don't know." Qingcheng took a deep breath, and the pain on her face made her hold her palm tightly, her nails sunk in, and the palms were soaked with blood, which was not as painful as the pain on her face.

Meng Ying was a little worried.

She said, "Why don't you go see Xu Nianhua?"

Qingcheng shook his head, "No."

"I don't know medicine. In case something happens, Xu Nianhua would be better off." Meng Ying persuaded.

Qingcheng still stubbornly shook his head, "No..."

Meng Ying frowned, and saw her like this, helpless.

Qingcheng bit his lip, the blood in his palm dripped onto the floor.

Meng Ying was very anxious.

"No, either go to Xu Nianhua or I call Xu Nianhua." Meng Ying can't wait any longer.

Qingcheng grabbed her hand, begging in her eyes, "Sister, please, don't call him."

"Why?" Meng Ying puzzled.

There were tears in Qingcheng's eyes, "I will scare people to death like this."

"Nonsense!" Meng Ying scolded, "He is a doctor, and he still has the professional ethics of doctors. If you continue like this, if something happens, I still have to send you to him."

The tears in Qingcheng's eyes rolled, and finally her hand slowly loosened.

"It's okay." Meng Ying called Xu Nianhua and asked him to come to see the patient.

While waiting for Xu Nianhua to come, the suffering in Qingcheng's heart was even more unbearable than the pain on his face.

Except for Meng Ying, she spends the most time with Xu Nianhua.

Xu Nianhua doesn't seem to be tuned, but he is a very funny and humorous man.

The work is serious, but it is also fun.

He would make her happy, even if she didn't laugh, he would not tire of it.

She has been kept in the dark room in the castle for all these years, and she can't remember who ever gave her tenderness.

From the beginning, she was a chess piece, a machine.

No one would treat her like Meng Ying and Xu Nianhua.

Meng Ying had seen her in the morning and didn't dislike her.

But Xu Nianhua...

If he sees her face, will he make her happy as before?

Qingcheng was scared in his heart.