In the next second, she turned to the side and deliberately avoided Cheng Jiahao's gaze.

Don't look at her anymore.

Damn it!

This damn fat man!

Cheng Jiahao almost burst into flames.

"I don't have much patience."

Fu Mochen's hand tapped on the wheelchair, and the cold voice sounded slowly.

"Master Fu, I'll clean it up now."

Cheng Jiahao's body trembled, and he crawled to his knees in front of the plaster that he had smashed.

The butler looked bad and handed him a card and a new jar:

"Don't get the ointment on the ground, you put it clean in there."

Dr. Qin's ointment was not much.

Ay.

I don't know if the young lady is a good girl, why did she fall in love with him blindly?

Cheng Jiahao took the card.

Holding back his anger, he filled the ointment from the ground into a new jar.

Fu Mochen pushed the wheelchair in front of Cheng Jiahao and looked down at him condescendingly.

"Master Fu, drink tea."

Xu Yi handed over a cup of flower tea.

Fu Mochen took it and sniffed it gently, his dark eyes darkened slightly:

"This tea is not bad."

Uncle Zhang leaned over and said respectfully:

"This is the latest batch of tea to arrive, shipped from Kyoto, Master Fu."

Fu Mochen's dark eyes turned slightly, and his gaze fell on Cheng Jiahao at his feet:

"You bring it over and give it to Doctor Qin to drink."

Qin Qi raised his eyebrows and looked lazily at the cold man who was bound to repay him.

Tut.

Murder is heart-wrenching.

A great sense of humiliation struck.

Cheng Jiahao gritted his teeth.

Damn it!

I really want to pick and choose.

He raised his head, and the man's face was cold, and he didn't look angry.

On the contrary, the whole body exudes a terrifying aura of yin owls.

It is rumored that Fu Ye's methods are extremely cruel.

Cheng Jiahao secretly swallowed his saliva, he took the cup and walked to Qin Qi, pretending to be flattering:

"Doctor Qin, drink tea."

Qin Qi took it.

She took a sip and said lightly:

"This tea is really good."

Wanton and leisurely.

Qin Qi and Fu Mochen talked and laughed, not daring to say a word.

Ding Yue lowered his head, like a turtle with a shrunken head.

Xu Yi and Uncle Zhang stood aside.

Cheng Jiahao knelt on the ground and worked hard to put the ointment up little by little.

He had just fallen hard.

The ointment was smashed everywhere.

Damn it.

Regret dying.

Ten minutes passed, and Cheng Jiahao handed the collected ointment to the housekeeper.

He shuddered and slowly stood up.

"I'll go first, Master Fu."

Fu Mochen glanced at the jar.

Only half of the ointment was recovered.

Half of the child's hard work was in vain.

"Did you wipe the floor clean?"

His voice was very calm, but for Cheng Jiahao, it was like thunder.

He greeted the two of them hundreds of times in his heart, took the wet rag, and wiped the floor little by little.

Ding Yue looked at it blankly, pursed her lips and didn't dare to speak.

The floor was quickly renewed.

Cheng Jiahao put down the rag and glared at Qin Qi fiercely before leaving.

From beginning to end, he didn't look at Ding Yue.

Things went like this, and Ding Yue kept bowing his head with self-blame.

Uncle Zhang walked up to her, handed her the ointment, and sighed secretly:

"Miss, there's only half left, you take it."

Ding Yue took it cautiously, and looked at Qin Qi with a blank eye:

"Sister Qin......"

She's not going to be angry, is she?

Qin Qi glanced at her lightly:

"I originally made this ointment for half a month, but now the amount is only enough for a week."

"That is, you want to completely heal the scar, for a longer time."

"Sister Qin, can you help me do more?" Ding Yue pleaded cautiously.

Her mouth was furled, and her eyes were red.

Qin Qi shook his head, his beautiful little face was cold:

"I'm busy and won't waste time doing the same thing, it's a consequence of your carelessness in making friends, and you need to take responsibility for it."

"Sister Qin......" Ding Yue was about to cry.

She actually realized that Brother Hao did something very badly.

But she couldn't leave him......

Uncle Zhang looked at Qin Qi anxiously.

He didn't have the face to plead.

At the first glance of Dr. Qin today, he noticed that she had dark circles under her eyes.

For the sake of the young lady, Dr. Qin has also been doing his best.

"One last word of caution: take care of your wallet."

After Qin Qi finished speaking, he walked straight to Fu Mochen's side.

"Kid, shall we go back?"

Fu Mochen looked at her, his deep gaze was extremely gentle.

"Hmm."

Qin Qi pushed his wheelchair towards the elevator.

Uncle Zhang hurriedly followed over to see off the guests.

Ding Yue grabbed Uncle Zhang's hand and said weakly:

"Uncle Zhang, is Sister Qin angry? Is there really no chance that she will help me make more plasters? ”

She wanted to get back to her old self as soon as possible.

Uncle Zhang turned around, looked at her with a look of self-blame, and sighed secretly:

"Miss, you will be eighteen in three months, and you are almost an adult, and you will be responsible for your actions."

"There are some things I shouldn't have said to you, but if you think about it, not only me, but even Mr. doesn't like Cheng Jiahao, so it can be seen that his character is really bad."

"This time he verbally insulted Miss Qin, Miss Qin could have left directly and would not have healed you in the future."

"But she didn't leave because she had medical ethics."

"Miss, think about it, a doctor as good as Miss Qin's medical skills, will she be short of patients?"

"There is no shortage."

Ding Yue was in a very low mood.

She knew that Sister Qin was very powerful.

She really made Sister Qin unhappy this time.

Uncle Zhang continued to sigh:

"Cheng Jiahao insulted Dr. Qin indiscriminately, you carefully analyze his behavior, does he really want you to return to the way you were?"

"If you really want you to get better, you don't dare to offend the doctor at will."

Uncle Zhang has been in the Ding family for more than 30 years, and he has seen many people and things very thoroughly.

Ding Jian bowed his head: "......"

She had been avoiding something and was afraid to think about it.

She's actually very insecure.

"Uncle Zhang, I'm afraid of losing Cheng Jiahao......"

"Miss, think about it, do you need to keep a man by your side who only covets your material conditions but doesn't care about your heart?"

Uncle Zhang said earnestly.

"I, I don't know ......"

Ding Yue retracted into the quilt, and the whole person began to tremble.

Apparently.

She was scared to face separation.

Uncle Zhang sighed secretly.

"I'll go downstairs first and send off Master Fu and Doctor Qin."

Fu Ye is also very doting on Dr. Qin.

But.

Dr. Chin is really worth it.

Kyoto Ding family.

In the low-key and luxurious mahogany living room, Ding Chaoyang, the head of the Ding family, was holding a black backgammon, he squinted at the chessboard in front of him, and was thinking carefully.

Opposite him, Old Man Fu leisurely settled walnuts.

The phone vibrated suddenly, and a text message popped up.

The sender is an unfamiliar number and there are no notes.

Ding Chaoyang's scheming face condensed slightly.

This is his personal mobile phone, and the number is rarely known.

He sent a ghost into the text message box.