"Don't take it as an example." Nanyan put on a proud posture, but the mocking smile on the corner of his mouth was very real.

This kind of small and torturous kung fu has just begun!

Nanyan returned to the room, and Song Yihuan saw that she was finally back, and she suddenly didn't dare to be arrogant.

"Miss Alina, just ...... I misunderstood you......"

"It's okay, anyway, Miss Song's assistant has already apologized to me, for - Miss Song."

Nanyan made a faint sound, and the words hidden in the needle made Song Yihuan's figure shake.

She pursed her lips, her face visibly a little gloomy.

But even so, she didn't dare to say anything more now.

For fear that that sentence would offend Nanyan again, she would never have the possibility of standing up.

Nanyan instructed Song Fei to bring her suitcase.

Take out the silver needle and unfold it on the table.

The slender silver needle flickered with a cold light, and Song Yihuan immediately frowned when she saw this.

But Nanyan didn't pay attention to it, but said very indifferently: "Take off your pants!" ”

Song Yihuan was silent.

She can't do all this now, and she can only help through others.

But just when she asked Song Fei to change her clothes into short, Nan Yan frowned.

There was a bit of sarcasm in her voice, even a hint of impatience: "Did I not make it clear?" I said, take it all off. ”

What?

Song Yihuan bit her lip, although she had received many treatments before, at the very least, she would retain a trace of dignity!

Her face was pale, and Song Fei beside her was also like a great enemy.

"Miss Alina, do you mean—do you want to take it all off?" She asked, trembling.

Nanyan hooked his red lips and smiled meaninglessly: "Is it because I can't speak Chinese well?" ”

"But ......"

"Song Fei!"

Song Yihuan interrupted Song Fei's words, in order to make her legs better, she didn't care about anything.

Her face was gloomy, but she still said cruelly: "I hope Miss Alina's medical skills can be worthy of such a domineering request from you." ”

After speaking, Song Yihuan bit her lip and asked Song Fei to help herself, and took off the pants on her lower body, only a pair of underwear was worn on her body.

She closed her eyes and turned her head.

Because of the perennial wheelchair, even if someone helps to press the motorcycle for rehabilitation, the muscles in Song Yihuan's legs still atrophy a lot.

On her thin legs, her skin hung loosely and crumpledly, and her legs were covered with criss-crossing scars because of the number of surgeries.

Ugly and shocking.

Nanyan's eyes fell on her bare thighs, and Song Yihuan immediately instinctively wanted to cover it, but realized that after the treatment, she still endured the humiliation and continued.

"Miss Song, I'm going to start acupuncture."

Nanyan said, stabbing down one stitch at a time.

Although she didn't feel it, Song Yihuan still felt very uncomfortable.

"And hands."

Nanyan said, and directly pricked the needle into the back of Song Yihuan's hand.

The sudden pain instantly made Song Yihuan frown, she wanted to endure it, but the pain became more and more intense.

She couldn't help but let out a cry of pain, and when Nanyan was about to prick the needle again, she directly pushed her away!

Nanyan was caught off guard and fell straight to the back.

"Ah......h

She exclaimed, but the door opened at this time, and a tall and proud figure suddenly appeared, directly catching Nanyan.

Song Yihuan was suddenly startled and looked up in a panic, but she just happened to see the scene of Nanyan falling weakly in Lu Huaijing's arms.

"Ah——!h

She screamed, trying to pull something to cover it, but she couldn't move, and it seemed to be thousands of miles away from her.

Although Nan Yan was expected, the moment he looked at each other, his eyes were still a little stiff.

Lu, Huai, Jing......

The man was still tall and proud, and his handsome face was more deep and mature.

If it is said that Lu Huaijing five years ago was a proud posture, then now Lu Huaijing has more of a deep and sophisticated attitude overlooking all living beings.

Lu Huaijing lowered his head, and the moment his eyes touched, his ink eyes narrowed.

Because, through those charming eyes, he actually felt a little familiar.

So much so that he didn't notice Song Yihuan's embarrassed appearance.

Nanyan pretended to be flustered and struggled to get up, but fell into the man's arms again.

"Are you alright?" He asked in a deep voice.

This time, Lu Huaijing hugged her waist accurately.

The familiar freshness, with a faint floral fragrance, instantly made Lu Huaijing's movements stiffen.

Because, this taste is exactly the same as the dead Gu Nanyan!

Lu Huaijing was shocked, and a trace of disbelief flashed in his dark eyes, but the flame of hope had just been ignited. But the moment she spoke, it all fell apart.

Lu ...... Mr. Lu......? ”

Nanyan's struggle to get up finally brought Lu Huaijing back to his senses.

He subconsciously looked at Song Yihuan in the wheelchair, but she was in a panic and almost fell to the ground.

"Mr. Lu, I'm treating your fiancée, please go out immediately!"

Nanyan deliberately raised his voice to speak, which made Lu Huaijing even more unable not to pay attention to Song Yihuan's legs.

Song Yihuan was even more panicked.

She cried and covered her legs with her hands, and said with a crying voice: "Ah Jing, you ...... Don't look at me, please! ”

The man's face turned pale, and he immediately pulled the blanket aside and covered her.

Song Yihuan trembled and cried, she tried so hard to cover up, but she still let Lu Huaijing see her most unbearable side.

Shame, anger, and horror were mixed with uncertainty, which made Song Yihuan even more desperate to find a crack in the ground to get into.

She glared at Nanyan on the side in annoyance, and her voice was almost poisonous: "Alina, why are you doing this?" ”

Nanyan looked back at Song Yihuan's angry eyes indifferently, but his tone pretended to be very guilty, and said:

"Miss Song, I just fell into Mr. Lu's arms because I was careless, but ...... Didn't you push me away? ”

As she spoke, she looked at Lu Huaijing on the side pitifully, and said in a low voice: "I'm really sorry, Mr. Lu, I didn't expect that Miss Song's temper is so big, I'm just treating her normally, if there is anything offensive, please don't be surprised......"

In Nanyan's tone, there was a hint of grievance.

Such tea words and tea words annoyed Song Yihuan in an instant.

In a fit of rage, she threw the things off the table and smashed them all on Nanyan's body.

"You...... You just did it on purpose! Get out of here! Get lost! Ah Jing, you drive her away, I don't want to see her again! ”

Song Yi shouted hoarsely, her hysterical and embarrassed appearance was like a crazy woman.

"Enough!"

Lu Huaijing finally couldn't bear it anymore, and said sharply: "Yihuan, how long are you going to make trouble?" ”