Chapter 770: The Sword Eyebrows Outlined by the Tip of the Pen

"Hey...... Wife, I know you're the best! ā€

On the side of the street, the sun is still warm, but what makes Qianye feel speechless is that in just one cigarette, this product has been repeated no less than ten times!

Regarding Han Shao's extremely shameless sticky offensive, even Ruomo could only reluctantly compromise, allowing the former's head to rub lightly on his usually cherished arm, as long as he didn't make an inch......

And Sophie, who was nestled on Qianye's shoulder, could only hold a cup of milk tea at this time because of the wrong thing just now, and did not dare to disturb the lingering couple behind her. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

"I said Sophie...... Are you really going to learn to flirt with your legs? That's a murderous move! ā€

While muttering comfortably and lazily, Qianye also made a move that made the high school students who were rushing to morning class next to him envious-

The action was slightly domineering and snatched the milk tea cup in Sophie's hand, the girl hesitated slightly, and finally chose to let go, and the two used the same straw without dislike and intimacy.

"Of course~ Who asked you to flirt with Princess Ben last night! Hmph, I can't just let you bully me in the future, I also have to learn to resist the big bad guys! ā€

While speaking, Sophie didn't forget to pretend to be arrogant and raise her chest and wave her small pink fist, which made Qianye next to her chuckle.

In front of him, the warm sunlight shines through the girl's fair and smooth jade hands, which was originally a small pink fist used to show off his martial arts, but in Qianye's eyes are full of intimacy and dependence......

Coincidentally, the girl waved her pink fist into the air, although it didn't fall on Qianya, but it waited for one of the few taxis.

The road is not fast or slow, and Qianye naturally does not forget to look at the bustling atmosphere of the town in the morning through the window.

The town is not big, and it was only half an hour after arriving at the town center hospital, and after Han Shao casually threw out a hundred dollars, several people walked in one after another.

"What? Her Royal Highness the princess also wants to draw bone marrow? This is a feat of sacrificing one's life for righteousness! ā€

Seeing that Han Shao, who was still crying and shouting that the dragon root was not in danger, was jumping alive at this time, Qianye suddenly felt a burst of disdain:

"Can you not easily mislead others? It's just a bone marrow sample, not a heart transplant! How can you sacrifice your life for righteousness! ā€

When Han Shao heard this, he couldn't help but laugh and said, "Hehe...... This is just a little more noble to render our selfless discipline! ā€

We?

Qianye, who was originally walking towards the laboratory area of the hospital, couldn't help frowning slightly, turned his head and asked, "What?" You're also going to test the bone marrow? ā€

He shrugged his shoulders indifferently, and wanted to light another cigarette, but considering that this was a hospital, Han Shao could only wave his hand and say indifferently:

"Nonsense, just like you said, it's not a big deal in the first place, it's just a bone marrow, what if it matches?"

"Besides, no matter how low the chance of bone marrow matching, we are still four people! It's better than buying Mark Six! ā€

Looking at Han Shao's confident appearance, Qianye smiled dumbly: "How do I feel that it is easy for you to check the water meter when you say this?" ā€

"Damn! How can there be ...... Anyway, let's go quickly, I've already booked a doctor! ā€

nodded, Qianye stopped talking nonsense, but before entering the hospital, he didn't forget to smile gratefully at Ruomo.

After all, this matter has nothing to do with Han Shao in the final analysis, and donating bone marrow to match sounds like a trivial matter, but it is somewhat resistant to non-relatives.

In any case, Qianye can be regarded as owing Han Shao and Ruomo a small favor.

Although no one cares about this so-called favor at all......

"Whew, it's a pity! Even if you hire an expert from Philadelphia, it will take at least two days to match the result! I can only wait for the good news! ā€

An hour later, a few people walked out of the hospital in Qianye, led by Han Shao, who raised his head to enjoy the sunlight that was not dazzling, with a cigarette hanging obliquely from the corner of his mouth, and his tone was frivolous:

"What now? Do you wait for the results to come out and then visit Xiaobai's parents, or do you go now? Don't worry, Brother Zheng Peng has bought the meeting gift......"

"You're really good at everything, no matter what, I still have to say thank you!"

Lighting a cigarette in a very chic manner, after a deep breath in the night, he glanced at the three people who looked at him inquiringly, and could only ponder for a moment before snapping his fingers and decided:

"What I promised the little girl yesterday can't talk and don't count. Let's go, maybe we can have a lunch meal. ā€

When Han Shao heard this, he couldn't help but pull the corners of his mouth, and his tone was frivolous: "Hehe, you are really optimistic!" Arsenic plus pesticides? ā€

Smiled helplessly, Qianye didn't explain much, but took out his mobile phone and dialed Zheng Peng's number, Han Shao beside him could only sigh, turned his head and shrugged at the two daughters of Ruomo and said:

"Anyway, there are still two days before the matching results come out, so it's time to play in the town, so you can go shopping first.

Anyway, I'm going to go out and relax tomorrow. ā€

"Well, then you must stay on the same front as Thousand Nights!"

The gentle and sensible Ruomo nodded and agreed, originally for this thing she shouldn't have been involved in, just do her best, and if she interfered too much, it would only help. But Sophie, who frowned slightly, looked a little worried, pulled the corner of Han Shaoyi, and asked softly:

"Are you guys really okay? The little girl is so sensible...... Wouldn't her parents be fierce?

Do you want this princess to come with you? ā€

When Han Shao heard this, he immediately shook his head and chuckled: "It's not a negotiation, don't be so nervous, don't make trouble." ā€

"Humph! You're the troublemaker! ā€

Looking at Sophie, who was looking up and angry, Han Shao smiled and didn't speak, in fact, he was also hesitating about whether he wanted to go with him?

After all, after all, I am an outsider, and if I really quarrel at that time......

"Let's go, Brother Zheng Peng sent the address, it just so happens that my uncle and aunt are at home today."

Qianye's tepid words dispelled Han Shao's blind thoughts, and he scratched his head, the latter heard the clues in the words, and couldn't help frowning slightly:

"What do you mean, do they still have to go to work every day?"

"Or else? How kind do you think Qin Fengfeng is kind? Besides...... The poor do not eat what they have to eat, and even if they receive favors, they will have to support themselves. ā€

Qianye's smile was a little self-deprecating, and after shrugging his shoulders, he casually stopped a taxi, Han Shao glanced at Ruomo and the two girls meaningfully, and followed directly.

Hand the address in English to the driver on his mobile phone, and go around and around until he reaches the edge of the town, where he arrives at his destination.

That is the so-called home of the little girl in the United States.

The outskirts of the town are not shabby and barren, but they are not far from the residential areas in the urban villages.

It's just that what makes Qianye feel a little relieved is that whether Qin Feng is really a generous philanthropist for the first time, or the rent price of Mi Guo's house is really cheap, at least ......

The pace is a little staggering, and the face is a little pale, and the ** stream, can have a courtyard where you can draw with peace of mind, through the rusty fence, you can see it clearly, and on the drawing board in front of the girl, you are vaguely outlining your facial features.

Maybe it's the girl's inner worship and intimacy, compared to the real person when she looks in the mirror, there is a little more handsomeness in the portrait.

And Zheng Peng, who had long been carrying a bag of good tea and a snow-white mink coat, stood very carefully not far away and admired.

Seeing Qianye and the two walking slowly, Zheng Peng smiled lightly, lit Yuxi, whose cigarette butts had been soaked, and said with a flat and indescribable envy:

"From the first day I came, I saw her sitting there and drawing every morning, and you were on every piece of paper."

After the words fell, he didn't forget to glance at Qianye with a smile.

"Hey...... The eighteenth change of the female college is ah. ā€

sighed for no reason, Qianye stepped on the cigarette butt, and walked briskly towards the residence that was not very spacious and could barely see a little warmth.

And the girl who was wholeheartedly immersed in the sketch didn't notice the intimate and warm gaze on her face, and her jade fingers slid to outline the heroic sword eyebrows on the originally white paper......

"Ding-dong."

The crisp doorbell rang, as warm as someone's voice outside the door.

"Girl, Brother Night has come to see you."

Somehow, when the girl looked up, the pencil in her hand fell to the dry and depleted weeds and leaves......