"Oh." Ning Jiao responded, pushed open the door of the house, turned her head and said, "Doctor Zilu come in." ”

"Hmm." He followed, then closed the door.

Song Chumo pursed his lips and looked at the two people who came in and came at the same time, without saying a word.

Ning Jiao knew that he was still angry when she looked at his expression, and she was angry that she was holding Zilu's arm, which she could understand.

After all, although Zilu is wearing women's clothes, she is still a man at heart.

As a man, his own woman did not hold him but went to hold another man, and she still let him find out in front of him, Song Chumo probably felt a little embarrassed, so he was angry.

So after he Zilu came in, Ning Jiao obediently returned to Song Chumo's side.

Unexpectedly, as soon as she stood firmly, she felt her arm being pulled: "Come closer." ”

She looked at the man's face, it was dark and frightening, and it was very unsightly, so she silently closed her mouth and obediently approached him.

However, Song Chumo still felt dissatisfied, reached out and grabbed her hand, pulled the little woman to his side, and interlocked her fingers, Ning Jiao couldn't break free, and then raised his eyes and threw a provocative and smug look at Zilu.

The latter looked at him with a speechless expression, not knowing what to be proud of.

Song Chumo was finished, and then he put away all the smug expressions on his face, and said in an indifferent tone: "Okay, let's get down to business." Why did you come here today? Didn't you come tomorrow? ”

Zilu walked to the chair opposite him and sat down, picked up the teacup and teapot and poured himself a cup of tea, and took a few sips casually, and then said quietly: "Aren't I afraid that your leg will be wasted, it's been so many years, seeing that your leg has finally improved a little, in case you come out and get hurt, then wouldn't it be a failure to do all these years?" ”

Song Chumo couldn't help but sneer: "If you fall short, it's me." What role have you played in helping me treat my legs by using my Mowangfu all these years? It's useless, and I opened a medical clinic in the name of my Mowangfu. ”

Song Chumo spoke very straight to Zilu, and he didn't treat Ning Jiao with gentleness at all, and even looked at Zilu with a little contempt in his eyes: "My legs are a little better, and I wrote a prescription for you." ”

Azusa: "......"

His white powder face was so red by Song Chumo's words that he stared at Song Chumo and couldn't say a word for a long time, because what he said was the truth.

He is a miracle doctor, but he has no way to use his legs, and it has been ten years since Song Chumo was poisoned.

Zilu was ashamed and indignant about this.

Besides, when Song Chumo said it in public, he felt embarrassed.

"What, still not convinced?" Looking at his aggrieved expression, Song Chumo raised his eyebrows slightly: "If you are not convinced, you will hold it for me." ”

Zilu suddenly felt more aggrieved and embarrassed.

It's okay if he and Song Chumo talked in private, or if his subordinates heard it, but it was Ning Jiao who heard this.

"Aren't you down to business?" At a critical time, Ning Jiao spoke out to relieve Zilu's embarrassment.

The latter pursed his lips and glanced at Song Chumo, didn't continue to talk to him about being unconvinced, and talked about the purpose of coming this time: "The man in the private room on the second floor of the rouge shop just now has a problem. ”

"Oh?" The man raised his eyes to look at him, and his thin lips opened lightly: "Something?" What's the problem, where to start? ”