Sang Jiaojiao picked it up and looked at it, and it turned out to be scald cream.

She touched the wound on her face, felt sweet in her heart, and a sweet smile appeared on her face.

Xiao Yueyan touched his nose in embarrassment, he had never been kind to people, and he didn't know how to care about people.

He looked fierce, "What's the smirk, why don't you go and wipe the medicine quickly." ”

Sang Jiaojiao didn't care about him, and touched the ointment with a smile, only feeling that it was really good to be cared for.

She rolled over and got out of bed, squeezed away the embers, and tossed in the cabinet.

After a while, she held another ointment in her hand, and put both ointments in front of Xiao Yueyan's eyes as if offering treasures, and said proudly: "Brother Xiao, if these two medicines are used together, they will not leave scars." ”

Sang Jiaojiao carefully applied the medicine in the mirror, for fear that she would not be able to wipe it anywhere and leave a scar.

Xiao Yueyan leaned against the door frame, watching Sang Jiaojiao's skillful movements.

He casually asked, "How do you know there won't be a scar?"

Sang Jiaojiao raised her little face and observed carefully, confirmed that every place was evenly smeared with ointment, nodded with satisfaction, and replied softly when she heard the words: "Of course, I learned it when I was arrested and tortured by Sang Yan, and this is all my practical experience." ”

After speaking, he smiled self-deprecatingly.

Sang Jiaojiao's small appearance is still strange and pitiful, and she doesn't have the feeling of being grinning before.

Xiao Yue's eyes sank, and she was thinking about how to say a few words of comfort, when Sang Jiaojiao turned her head and talked to him with a little face: "Brother Xiao, when you teach me to fight, I will go to make an appointment with Sang Yan and seek revenge on him." ”

After speaking, he proudly rolled up his sleeves and showed Xiao Yueyan the muscles that did not exist in his arms.

What a childish little thing.

Xiao Yueyan sneered: "Do you think you can beat him?"

Sang Jiaojiao pursed her lips: "Just the two of us, with my clever little brain, how can I not beat him." ”

Xiao Yueyan stood up straight: "Just the two of you, there are so many younger brothers, why do you want to fight alone?"

It's so yin.

Sang Jiaojiao's teeth itched, but after thinking about it, when she was the fourth lady of the Sang family, she was surrounded by a large group of people, and she responded to every call, when did she need to do it yourself.

It's all to blame on that Sang Ruoruo, if it weren't for her, how could she have fallen into the way she is now.

There are also fathers and brothers, who also love her, but they are the pearl of the Sang family, they have always been held in the palm of their hands for fear of falling, and they are afraid of melting in their mouths.

Why were they all deceived by Sang Ruoruo's hypocritical appearance of that green tea!

and the third brother, he didn't care about his previous feelings at all......

Sang Jiaojiao couldn't help but feel sad, and her pouting mouth could hang an oil pot.

Ash didn't understand why she was suddenly unhappy again.

Sang Jiaojiao turned around and sat on the bed, but she was always uncomfortable and felt stuffy.

She bent her knees and put one hand on it, cupping her face and frowning tightly.

Sang Jiaojiao turned around and came to the balcony again, lying on the fence.

The fence is in the style of Roman columns, and there is a small garden just below, with bright and beautiful flowers and delicate and elegant Roman column fences placed together, beautiful and dreamy.

Unable to get used to her lifeless appearance, she frowned, grabbed her shoulder, and asked her to turn around to face her.

His face was not good: "Sang Jiaojiao, I still have something to settle accounts with you." ”