The room suddenly became quiet.

Bu Yan covered his mouth, showed a flattering smile, and muttered a few words from his fingers: "I won't say anything anymore."

"See a doctor." Huo Muchen dropped the two words.

"Are you seeing a doctor?" Bu Yan's mouth formed a round "Oh" and he asked in shock: "Third brother, are you sick?"

The corners of Huo Muchen's lips barely twitched twice, and his anger subsided slightly, "Your third sister-in-law."

Bu Yan followed Huo Muchen's gaze and looked at Song Ci, who was sitting obediently in Huo Muchen's arms. Seeing that she didn't say a word, she just stared straight at him, which made him bewildered and tentatively called out.

Said: "Third sister-in-law?"

Song Ci was unmoved.

She just looked straight at Bu Yan's familiar baby face, her thoughts seemed to be distracted and pulled away again.

Step by step, she remembered.

In her previous life, before she died, Bu Yan died miserably. It was suicide.

Because of depression.

Because she remembered that one day Huo Muchen was wet and smelled of alcohol, dragging her directly from downstairs to upstairs, grabbing her and throwing her on the bed, and brutally tortured her all night, no matter how she begged for mercy,

None were moved.

Huo Muchen was still muttering to himself over and over again in her ear: "Bu Yan is dead, you are the only one left to me, you can't leave me!"

In fact, before Bu Yan's death, Song Ci occasionally met Huo Muchen a few times when he attended banquets with her, but at that time he was always hiding in a corner drinking alone, taciturn and isolated from others, but he did not

I am no longer able to talk endlessly and chatter like I can now.

Such an obvious contrast left Song Ci stunned and a little disappointed.

"snort!"

Her jaw suddenly hurt, and the man clamped her chin with his fingers like iron pliers, forcing her to turn her head and face the man's dark and sinister eyes. Huo Muchen was looking at her indifferently, with tight lips.

He pursed his lips, his voice so cold that it made people tremble: "Is he more handsome than me?"

Song Ci came back to his senses, with confusion in his clear eyes. He raised his head and saw the man's aggressive gaze, and realized that he had been distracted by his thoughts and had forgotten that there was a jealousy vat next to him.

She swallowed and shook her little head like a rattle: "No, no, no, my husband is the most handsome in the world, no one can compare with him!"

When Bu Yan heard this, he also breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, the third sister-in-law didn't say he was handsome!

"Well." The man's eyes narrowed slightly, he lowered her chin and rubbed it gently, "Then why do you look at him but not at me?"

"..."

Death problem.

Unable to answer.

Song Ci now felt that under Huo Muchen's calm and ascetic appearance, he was just a walking jealous vat. She couldn't help but sighed, raised her head and kissed Huo Muchen's chin to calm the man's irritable and restless mood.

In a low voice, with a hint of coquettishness and a hint of coquettishness: "Husband, I didn't read the words, I was just distracted."

"real?"

"Really." Song Ci nodded extremely seriously, showing a standard 'Song Ci brand' smile.

Huo Muchen's eyes narrowed slightly, and he raised the corners of his lips with satisfaction. He looked up again and saw that Bu Yan's expression was dull, his mouth was half-opened, and he looked like he was in disbelief. His eyes instantly changed from soft and cold to... gloomy.

Creepy.

"Don't want your eyes anymore?" Huo Muchen said quietly, tapping his fingertips on the glass table habitually.

Bu Yan hurriedly held his chin, looking like "I didn't see anything". He pulled a stool and sat down in front of Song Ci and Huo Muchen. He gradually returned to his normal demeanor: "Third sister-in-law, this is

What happened?"

"I..." Song Ci was suddenly stunned. She didn't know why she came, but Huo Muchen brought her here with a nervous look on her face.

"She can't breathe, and her ribs hurt a little." Huo Muchen responded coldly.

Bu Yan wrote down the medical records and continued to ask without raising his head: "When was the last time Sister-in-law's ribs hurt and she couldn't breathe?"

Song Ci was confused: "..."

Huo Muchen raised the watch in his hand and said in a calm voice: "Forty-nine minutes and twenty-six seconds ago."

"..." Why doesn't she remember?

"Because?" Bu Yan asked professionally as he picked up the pen and scribbled the words "Ghost Painting Talisman" on the paper like flowing water.

"Kiss." Huo Muchen said calmly and calmly.

Stab——

With just one stroke of Bu Yan's pen, a perfect case was cut in half.

Damn, this is not to see a doctor, this is to show love!

Song Ci's face was also red with embarrassment, but the man's face was calm. He said it was natural and did not feel embarrassed at all. There was not even a trace of embarrassment on his stern face.

"Ahem, cough, cough...how many minutes have you been waiting for?" Bu Yan asked again, with a bit of curiosity in his tone.

"About ten minutes."

"Oh... what about the last few times?" Bu Yan quietly gave Huo Muchen a thumbs up under the glass table. Unexpectedly, the third brother, who appeared to be ascetic, was so fierce in private. At first, they thought they would never touch each other. The woman’s third brother is gay, it seems that’s not the case!

"Four times." Huo Muchen's deep eyes darkened.

"Where are they all?" Bu Yan lowered his head further, put his arm casually on the table, and played with the signature pen nimbly with his fingers, asking with interest.

Huo Muchen glanced casually and saw Song Ci looking at him, winking hard, his eyes suddenly darkened, he touched her cheek and whispered softly, with a hint of coldness: "There is a bed, a car Go up to the balcony..."

So exciting!

The recording must be recorded in the WeChat group so that the other brothers know that Huo Muchen is a wolf that eats meat!

"Step words."

The explosive voice suddenly stopped, and was replaced by an extremely cold, throat-tight threat: "If you can't cure Song Ci, I will make you like this stool!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Bu Yan felt a cold sweat on his spine, and a strong and severe cold hit him from all directions. Then, the wooden stool under his buttocks was kicked to pieces by Huo Muchen.

Bu Yan was caught off guard and fell to the ground, and the phone in his pocket that was still recording was also thrown to black screen.

Seeing the incident in Dongchuang, Bu Yan twitched his lips in embarrassment, and pretended to be 'normal' and assured Huo Muchen again and again: "Third brother, don't worry, the patient who comes to me will not be incurable, unless she is incurable." rule."

"It'd better be that way."

"Then let's do a color Doppler ultrasound and MRI first to check it out." In order to express his sincerity, Bu Yan immediately got up and went out to make arrangements for Song Ci.

Seeing that his figure finally disappeared into the room, Song Ci took a long breath, pushed Huo Muchen's shoulder, and said coquettishly: "Can't you tell others about this kind of thing?"

"That kind of thing, kissing or doing..."

As soon as Song Ci heard what he was about to say, he immediately stretched out his hand to cover Huo Muchen's mouth and struggled in his arms: "Don't say it!"

A touch of Song Ci's unique body fragrance drifted into Huo Muchen's nostrils. His cold and cold eyes suddenly became hot, and his breathing gradually became heavier.

Her soft, white hands covered his mouth, silencing Huo Muchen's voice.

But the next second...

Before Song Ci could take a breath, he felt the warm moisture coming from the palm of his hand, making it itchy.

In an instant, Song Ci felt an electric current flow from the top of his head directly to his limbs, making him unable to move.

Song Ci reflexively withdrew his palm, and heard Huo Muchen's teasing voice, half-smiling but not smiling: "Don't say anything, Mrs. Huo, I just want to do an MRI. Could it be that you want to say..."
Chapter completed!