Divine Comedy has very hot eyes.

She has lived two lives, although everyone is stupid, but her appearance is beautiful.

Divine Comedy sighed gloomily.

No matter how spicy this face is, it is also his own face, how can he dislike himself.

Shen Qu'er made up his mind, picked up the mirror again, and looked left and right.

At first glance it looks scary, but it's okay to look at it again.

Shen Qu'er touched half of his dark skin, and the coldness in his eyes flashed.

When she was thrown into the mountain pass, Ye Qianqian gave her an injection in the face, a very, very painful injection, saying that she would be ugly and ugly, and she would not even dare to accept the yin si after death, and be a lonely ghost.

She didn't understand it at the time, but now she understands, it's really ugly that she has no friends.

"I really didn't expect that a woman who usually looks at Bing Qingyu Jie, weak and breeze, pure and beautiful, can be so vicious, Ye Qianqian, Ye Qianqian, you really hide it deep enough.

This thing must have been made for me, right? Hiding in the skin for so long has not been metabolized, it is really premeditated! - It's not so easy to heal this face now! ”

What she has is time, though.

There is also a whiplash on this face and the whole body.

Whiplash is easy to treat, although it has been a long time, as long as the materials of the muscle-building jade snow cream cream are complete, it will not be good in a few days.

It's just that this is the recipe of the previous life, and I don't know if there are these medicinal materials here.

Shen Qu'er was speechless, and immediately got up, turned around to look, and saw that the furnishings in the house were in full view.

Kindness?!!

How does the back of that screen look so much like a Chinese medicine cabinet?!!

Shenqu'er's eyes lit up, and surprise flashed in her eyes.

She walked briskly inside, past the screen, and there was quite a lot of space inside, no less than 100 square meters.

The strong fragrance of Chinese herbs comes to the nose, which is refreshing and pleasant, and the whole body is comfortable.

Divine Comedy glanced around.

Shock suddenly spread over his face.

Isn't this her exclusive clinic in her previous life?

The layout is exactly the same, and the names of the drugs on the medicine cabinet are also arranged in the same way.

And the painting, the man who often appears in dreams.

She secretly drew it and hung it in the infirmary, which was rarely visited.

The man in the painting has knee-high black hair, and his thin lips are cold, but there is a faint soft pet in his narrow brown eyes.

The three-dimensional facial features are so beautiful that they can't be described in words, and even the words used to describe a woman are difficult to match.

If the others may be coincidental, this painting is never coincidental.

Shenqu'er's heart was full of sourness in addition to the turbulent waves, and she touched the scene.

But she quickly put away her grief and let herself face reality.

He paced to the medicine cabinets, and each medicine cabinet was pulled out and looked at.

All are in stock, no moths, and the quality is of the highest quality.

Divine Comedy was overjoyed, and her face was saved.

With joy in her heart, Divine Comedy plans to visit the second floor of the attic again.

Before leaving, Shen Qu'er came to the painting to look at it twice, and murmured, "Now that I'm back, do you still appear in my dreams?"

Of course, no one will respond.

The second floor is also decorated in an antique style, and the materials are all of the highest quality.

But the space is very small.

There was nothing but bookcases, bookshelves, and incense burners.

This is not at all consistent with the attic of Noda.

That's a wasteful design, isn't it?

Puzzled, Divine Comedy came to the bookshelf, ready to pick it up and see what it was.

I don't know if it's a coincidence, as soon as she picked up one of them, it seemed that she had touched some mechanism.