Chapter 677: Change face

In the beginning, if Ye Meirou and Song Ye were put together, many people would mistake them as mother and daughter, because the corners of the eyes and eyebrows were extremely good. But if you look closely for a while, you will find that they are two very different personalities.
Ye Mei is tender and delicate, exuding an atmosphere that needs to be protected, gentle and kind.
Song Ye is cold and resolute, overbearing and tough, born with a gas field that can't be ignored.
Unlike Shao Yichen, she followed her beautiful mother Ye Meijing.
Maybe even the ruthlessness in this bone is inherited. Even if he is not a killer and does not participate in training, Song Ye cannot be a deep-hearted person.
So she complained in Ye Meirou's tone.
What Shao Yichen wanted to do was his own choice, and she was just a bystander.
This attitude of staying out of the way made Ye Meirou see no hope, and finally had to leave in despair. Before leaving, she also specifically ordered, "You better change your place, change your face and stay. The Ye family's face is inherited. Most obviously, you stay here in such a grand place, and sooner or later you will be discovered. "
It wasn't until she walked away and the figure disappeared outside the door that Song Ye ripped the corners of his mouth, showing a mocking smile.
Her face was still disguised. If she really showed her face, I'm afraid Ye Meirou was so surprised that she swallowed the tea cup.
However, Shao Yichen's affairs are not intended to be managed at present, and there is no way to manage it, because the management system here is very strict, without the call of the host, her identity cannot go up.
However, the other person's makeover changed her mind, and that night she took out her own dye from the space, painted half of her face with red, and added some black pockmarks for decoration, and then changed all her eyebrows. Over again.
The next day, she declared that she was ill and had skin allergies. When she went out on the fourth day, she almost did not scare Chi Gang, who was calling out, to cause a heart attack.
"You ... you, what are you doing in Song Ling's room?" Chi just stood two meters away from her, wrinkled her nose disgustingly, and looked at her warily.
"What's the matter with you?" Song Ye was very satisfied with the other side's response, and the unrecognizable Yi Rong worked well.
For a long while, Chi recognized the voice of Song Ye just now, and opened her mouth so much that she could put two eggs, pointing back at her face and taking two steps back, "You, your face ..." Is it?
He didn't dare to speak in the second half of the sentence, but he knew how disgusted he was from his uncertain eyes.
"Allergic." Song Ye calmly threw him two words in reply, and then put on a pair of me in a bad mood. Don't mess with me and look at him.
The latter had scalp tingling for a while, and the woman who wanted to disfigured was not easy to provoke, and hurriedly said, "Here is the Lord, call you up the mountain."
When Song Ye closed the door, he guessed something when he turned his mind. He nodded gently, and said, "Well, when I'm away, I'm guarding the main hall and paying attention to the guests."
"Oh, um, okay." Chi Gang narrowed his neck and responded in a hurry. The tiger that once dominated the left-hand compartment was now as good as a kitten in front of Song Ye, and was not afraid to be arrogant at all, because he was afraid that he would be broken and broke his word.
Until Song Ye walked out of the hospital, he still had a lingering pat on his own heart, thinking that he must be healed sooner, go to the disciples hall earlier, and get rid of the demon.
Song Ye, who did not know that she had been labeled with a demon label, walked up the steps to the main house at this time. Someone had greeted her on the road, and everything was unimpeded. main entrance.
She was still greeted by the other side of the entire courtyard, faintly infested with the blood in the warm sunlight, and even the gray walls reflected red light. The whole room felt uncomfortable, too depressive. I was lonely, and no other servants could come in and clean out.
Most likely, Shao Yichen lived alone, preferring quietness, so rarely let people in.
Song Ye's footsteps were very light, but when he stepped on the corridor, he could still hear the empty response. After the corridor of Jiuqu was Shao Yichen's room, there was a servant waiting at the door, his eyes lowered, and he heard no footsteps. Looking up, just opened the door to let Song Ye pass.
The room was as murky as ever, not much warmer and brighter because of the noon sun, and it was even hotter than the last time it came, and the air was filled with an unpleasant smell of medicine.
Song Ye bypassed the screen and did not find Shao Yichen behind the desk. Instead, he heard the depressed painful groan from the bedroom through the bamboo curtain.
"Song Ye, can you come in and help me?" Dr. Pang's voice came from inside.
Song Ye didn't refuse. He stepped in and walked in. As soon as the bamboo curtain opened, a more sultry atmosphere blew on his face. In the summer, there were three stoves in the room, and the medicine scented around them. The whole room It was almost hot.
"You hand me a few needles." Dr. Pang didn't look up when she heard her walk in, and she applied the needles conscientiously there.
Song Ye looked at the needle less than twenty centimeters away from Dr. Pang, and went silently to the bed and took the needle into his hand.
From this angle, we can see that the upper body Shao Yichen is exposed under the curtain. He is lying in a white quilt, the lower body is covered with a quilt, and the skin exposed on the upper body is dense with pinholes. At this time, he twists his eyebrows sideways as if in a dream In the middle, he suffered huge torture, and the broken hair on his forehead was wet with sweat, and it was cluttered on his face, with a sickly paleness between his eyebrows.
"It takes forty-nine days for this kind of acupuncture to continue to activate the blood and bones. The process is too painful, so I ordered the medicine to paralyze his nerves." Dr. Pang slowed down, and Shao Yichen was going through this time. Tell her the long pain.
Song Ye grinded the thin silver needle in her hand, lowered her eyebrows and didn't answer. She knew that the other party had done it on purpose.
But until the end of Shao Yichen's needle application, Dr. Pang didn't hear Song Ye's inquiries. He sighed with a little disappointment, blew out the scent of the medicine, and walked out carrying the medicine box. "If possible, stay here with me He sits for a while, he will not feel well for the next half hour. "
The door was closed again, but Song Ye did not leave immediately, but sat on the chair next to him, looking at Shao Yichen quietly, his cool eyes reflected the handsome and weak face in front of him, and the calm heart started again under the lake Emotional bubbles popped up.
The scent of medicine disappeared, and the sleeping person woke up. Shao Yichen opened his eyes and saw the figure on the bedside. For a moment, his expression was still a little dazed, "Beautiful view ..."