Chapter Forty-Eight: What Day Is Right for Us to Get Married?

Hui Bai listened to the doctor's words, still frowning, "How many days will it take to get better?" Will the pimple be scarred after it has healed? ”

"It will last for about a week, during which it will itch, and if you don't scratch, you won't leave a scar." The doctor smiled, "But I see that the bottom of this young lady's skin should not be a scarred skin, so don't worry." ”

Only then did Hui Bai put his heart down.

Before leaving, the doctor instructed Shen Mobei, "When this young lady applies the medicine, there is something out of reach, and Mr. must help apply it, otherwise it will continue repeatedly." ”

"Okay." Shen Mobei responded very heartily, and Wen Jun's face couldn't be more natural, "In the future, she will be Mrs. Shen, so there is no need for this young lady to call her." ”

The doctor was stunned for a moment, then laughed, "Yes, sir." ”

By the time the doctor left, the two of them were the only ones left in the room.

Wan Bai looked at the bits above her, and finally fixed her gaze on the man sitting back next to her, with a shallow smile on his cool face, "It's still early, and it's idle to be idle, why don't we talk?" President Shen Da. ”

Shen Mobei smiled in his mouth, and his warm and noble smile became evil little by little, "What day is suitable for us to get married?" ”

Wan Bai smiled, stroked his long hair with his hand that was not dripping, and his good-looking facial features looked very serious, "I can promise to marry you." ”

She said, paused, stared straight at her pale fingers, and her voice sounded a little low, "The clinic was sealed by you, I hope it will be open for business tomorrow." ”

"Okay."

He responded, and there was no other strange emotion on his face.

"This is what you should do, not counting the quid pro quo I agreed to marry you. ”

Shen Mobei's big hand fell on the kneecap, and his fingers tapped downward, "What other conditions can be proposed." ”

Bai lowered his head, his soft voice was bitter, and because of his disdain for someone, the corners of his eyebrows and eyes were mocking, "Schumer was in prison and had a very hard life, I hope she has a better life in it, and I want to see her as soon as possible." ”

The man's thin lips hooked a light and thin smile, "With a sister like you, He Shumo has not lived in vain in this life." ”

She stretched out her left hand to cover the back of her right hand, which was cold from the drip, and smiled casually, "Actually, this matter doesn't count, if Mu Shen wasn't in the country, it wouldn't be your turn to interfere in this matter." ”

Shen Mobei's eyes were smiling, "It's the same as what a good errand this is." ”

She looked up at him and smiled, "I really don't know if you really don't know or if you're playing dumb." ”

"Do you think Mu Shen will help you under Ning'er's nose?" The man's dark eyes stared at her and sneered in a low voice, "You can't take He Shumo too seriously, right?" ”

"Mu Shen doesn't take Schumer seriously, I don't know." He said in a contemptuous tone, "But the last time Mo Ning'er celebrated the banquet, he Mu Shen did not hesitate to rectify Lu Li's father's 'please' me to help persuade Shu Mo to be released from prison, and I am still very clear." ”

"Do you have to fight me?" Shen Mobei smiled, his ink-like eyes flashed with playfulness, "Why don't I make a bet with you, when Mu Shen comes back, you tell him that He Shumo's encounter in prison was done by Ning Er, and you see how he will deal with it." ”

"Let Schumer suffer a few more days in prison?" Red lips sneered, "Are you stupid for me?" ”

Shen Mobei had a smile on his lips and did not speak.