When Canghai raised his eyes, the divine doctor spread out the turquoise blue scarf in his palm with red eyes full of small stars. Canghai completely understood.

He just went his own way in a different way. It seems that he has long figured out whether the sea is soft or hard, but he has just made up his mind at this moment to perform completely soft means. Come hard, white will break the net with you, and the soft one...... Hey.

The divine doctor tugged at the little finger of the sea like a coquette. He didn't force him to take it, but he had to take it, and he didn't force him to comb his hair, but he tied it with green yarn himself.

The doctor was sincere, shy, and smiled at him with a red face.

Canghai sighed. He knew that there was still a long way to go to subdue this man.

After rinsing his mouth and drinking tea, Canghai urged him to go back and change his shirt. The divine doctor refused, saying that if he went back in such crumpled clothes, Murong would definitely be angry. Canghai didn't speak, just looked at him quietly. The doctor obediently got up and went out.

Canghai sent someone to follow him, and he found his long-deprived three-mouth coat box, and he was angry for a long time, and disappeared again the next morning. And never found it again. The miracle doctor appeared in Canghai's clothes in a strange mood every once in a while, and dangled in front of Canghai's eyes.

Canghai understands again. He is not honest, but he has replaced the overt troublemaking with the secret. But whether it's an open bar or a hidden bar, the purpose is to fool you.

However, when Canghai watched him squint his sly phoenix eyes and smile sweetly at himself, his heart still softened.

Alas, I was hopeless. Canghai thought to himself.

With another sigh, he closed the lid of the basket, shrank inside, and closed his eyes.

I heard faint thunder through the window.

If you haven't been schizophrenic by the miracle doctor, you should remember that it's still winter. Winters are cloudy with snow, and when it snows, there is rarely thunder. This morning, the sky was overcast with the mood of the sea, but after noon, the snow had not yet fallen.

The sky was a pale gray, and if it snowed above the lodge, it would be rain. The rain, the drizzling rain, sounds so meaningful.

Thinking of the fragrance that nourishes all things, Canghai's heart gradually calms down. It's like an eaves that allows stagnant water to flow. Dignified, eternal and unchanged.

The window paper suddenly lit up. Later, I heard the sound of hungry thunder. Like a long string of bamboo tubes tied together, pulled by a naughty child, running far away, passing by the window, and running far away. The bamboo tube dragged on the ground, and the sound of hunger was rolling.

With this muffled sound, it was suddenly mixed with the sound of soft footsteps.

It's as cunning and light as a big white, covering its ears and stealing bells. This is Shi Xuan's room. It was originally an ordinary room. Although it is the handiwork of a bold miracle doctor, it is not too big.

If you want to escape the ears of your son, you can't even do it professionally. And this man is by no means a miracle doctor. Canghai Zhilu Dao. But the sea didn't know what to do, and the divine doctor poured a large bag of white powder into the large water tank that everyone must drink every day in Xiangzhuang. A look of delight.

The footsteps stopped. Maybe he was a little surprised. When I entered the house, I didn't see my son at a glance, which was indeed a little surprising. Then, the visitor looked accurately at the chest-high straw basket by the window.

I was stunned again.

He found himself dazzled.

He noticed that he had become a slight ghosting when he looked at the straw basket.

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