Chapter 1275: Xu Tai

They know that no one can do without them. This strong connection between the blood, even if it has been separated for more than ten years, has not affected the growing mother and daughter relationship between them.
When the day just dawned, Xu Tai doctor came. He took the medicine box and hurriedly, his face was very anxious.
White cockroaches are either not sick, or they are suspected of illness, and they can’t understand the strangeness.
He really didn't know what method to use to treat her. With a heavy heart, he came to the white bed of the dove. When he entered the door, he saw Baizheng and the Oriental nephew sitting at the bed and talking.
The mother and the daughter seem to have said something interesting, and the two faces are smiling, as if the two spring flowers that bloomed at the beginning are dazzling.
Similar face, the same clear and dusty temperament, a delicate and incomparable, a graceful and diverse.
He hurriedly lowered his head and concealed his disappointment.
Where she seems to be ill, it seems to be a sleeping beauty who just woke up.
And her mother, as well as the exhaustion and embarrassment of the past few days, the beauty of the dazzling.
He quietly lifted his eyes and his eyes again fell on the body of the East, and he could not move.
"Xu Tai doctor is coming!" Bai Yan smiled and said hello to Xu Tai doctor.
Xu Taifei quickly recovered the gaze of the Oriental baboon, and smiled and said: "Look at your temperament, it is no problem to think about it."
Bai Hao nodded: "It's okay, let you worry about being affected."
Xu Tai doctor hurriedly waved his hand. "No, no, you are fine. Just scared your mother. I am also self-blaming."
Bai Yan smiled and said: "She is frightened, what do you blame?"
Xu Tai's old face is reddish: "I am a hospital in the hospital, but I have not been able to cure you earlier, and your mother is worried all day long."
Bai Yan looked up at her mother and saw her look faint, but behind her ear, she was dyed with a faint blush.
A woman, the most sensitive, one look, one action, one sentence, can quietly ponder for a long time.
Especially women like mothers, who have been hurt by men, have tasted love, and are still young and beautiful. Such women are more sensitive.
Bai said: "I have a sudden illness. You can't find out the cause at the moment. It's normal. I don't even know what's going on. I don't want you." She can imagine the anxiety of Chu.
As an emperor, when he is anxious, he is whipping against his subordinates. If he wants to come to the hospital, they will not be good at these days.
Bai Hao quietly looked at Xu Tai doctor, obviously only in his early forties, but he could watch, but it seems that people who are nearly fifty years old are not old, but never pay attention to the outside.
The face of the beard is never scraped, the hair is combed, but the hair is not used. The clothes are very old. The medicine box in your hand is also very common. I thought it was the Langzhong in the pharmacy, and there was a little bit of hospitality in the hospital.
However, his eyebrows are quite correct, his body shape is not as tall and tall as the chilly cold, but his back is quite straight.
At least one meter and seventy-five sides of the visual inspection, this height is considered a tall man.
Bai Yan smiled and said: "It’s hard for you these days, leave it for lunch."
Xu Tai’s gaze quickly swept over the oriental nephew. Seeing the eyes of the East’s nephew staring at the ground in front of her, she did not look at him, nor did she respond to the white proposal. He had no bottom in his heart.