Midsummer suddenly felt that he had been arranged in vain.

Sure enough, hearing her say this, Jin Qingchen stopped and hugged his arms, "Really? Isn't that right? ”

It's not good, but there is a smile in his narrow eyes, but he doesn't have any bad consciousness.

"No, no, it's good."

Midsummer pinched his nose, smiled with his legs, raised his head and drank the bowl of biochemical weapons.

She finally realized now that she couldn't kill the enemy, and she would lose eight hundred.

The moment the medicinal juice was in his stomach, Midsummer suddenly remembered a sentence, dry this bowl of Ganges water, and be an Indian in the next life.

"Hoo ......"

Midsummer threw away the bowl, stuck out his tongue and gasped desperately, and almost died in public.

Suddenly, Jin Qingchen's eyes flashed, staring straight at her face, as if he was studying something.

"What, is there anything on my face?"

Midsummer came back to his senses, his heart tightened, his white hand wiped his face, and when he took it down, his palm was red.

She actually ...... Nosebleeds?!

Frozen in the middle of summer.

Lose face.

It must be that today's sea cucumber soup is too replenishing.

However, this nosebleed didn't come sooner or later, but after the big guy teased her......

As she expected, soon, Jin Qingchen casually took out a few tissues and covered her face indiscriminately, as if disgusted and narrow.

"Little thing, your concentration is too poor, you need to practice more."

“……”

She's not, she doesn't, don't talk nonsense.

She's really just eating too much tonic today!

……

Coming out of Jin Qingchen's house, Midsummer consciously lost his wife and broke his soldiers.

Covering her nose in embarrassment, she heard Jin Qingchen chuckle and added behind her, "Since you have been on fire recently, then the rest of the Chinese medicine will also be wrapped up for you." ”

“……”

Midsummer gave herself two more slaps in her heart.

With her IQ, why can't she think of getting along with the villain?

Only the abuse part.

She really wants to go home!

Night.

Midsummer finally stopped the nosebleed, lay on the bed, closed his eyes, calmed down, and concentrated.

With her thoughts, a curtain of light slowly appeared in her mind.

On the light curtain, there is dense text.

It worked!

It was a book-wearing contract stored in her brain in the form of electrical signals before she came, and the purpose of the storage was similar to Qin Qin's, but the form was much higher-end.

A few days ago, because she had just worn a book, her mental energy was huge, and she couldn't call out the contract, and she didn't recover until today.

Midsummer breathed a sigh of relief, swept over the lines at a glance, and finally saw the landline number of the Book Piercing Administration.

"Ah, I found it!"

A cheer.

Although the Authority cut off contact with her, she can still call and try!

After all, the administrator swore to her that the after-sales service was absolutely guaranteed, and those who wore books could contact the present world at any time.

Midsummer got up like a chicken and coughed nervously several times before dialing this string of numbers.

Toot – Toot –

"Midsummer, you can do it, have a better attitude later, let them take you back first, and then slowly settle accounts with those guys......"

Midsummer listened to the voice of the phone and kept admonishing herself.

"Hello?"

On the other end of the phone, a middle-aged woman's voice came from the loud voice.

Midsummer's eyes widened in shock!

Woman?

When did the Wear Book Authority recruit women?

Midsummer's silence caused the other party's dissatisfaction, "Talk, are you dumb?!" ”

“……”

Is the Wear Book Authority so rough with customers now?

In line with the principle of being helpful, Midsummer cleared his throat, "That, hello, may I ask if you are wearing books......"

"Oh, little vixen!"

Before she could finish speaking, the other end shouted, "It's a big night, I said who called this dead ghost, and I didn't dare to speak!" Say! What's your name? What for?! How many years have you been with my dead ghosts?! ”