Song Yan bit her lips and said nothing, she could only silently look away, and looked at the other side of the head of the bed with a red face.

Is this person a devil?

Does he have no idea what he did?

Now, what does it mean to ask so blatantly?

Is it love or fun?

Or intentional?

Or...

"I'll call Dr. Zhao over."

Li Beiting turned over and got up, put on his clothes neatly, and prepared to call someone.

Song Yan swept his six-pack abdomen and his slender thighs and swallowed.

"I think I'll just have to rest."

She is still shameless.

Although she was already embarrassed by Dr. Zhao, she didn't know what dignity and reserve were, but she still wanted to save her and barely give herself some face.

The Chinese New Year is coming soon...

She also wants to have a decent New Year.

"Then I'll give you medicine."

Li Beiting took out his phone and asked someone to buy medicine immediately. He explained a lot, and finally asked someone to buy medicine for injury.

Qiao Muchen, who answered his phone, was so shocked that he almost threw away the phone in his hand and shouted: "Didn't the examination last night say it's okay? You were injured, where were you injured?!!"

Li Beiting took the phone away a little and frowned: "If you ask you to buy it, you can buy it."

After saying that, he hung up the phone mercilessly. Qiao Muchen held his cell phone and was anxious. He jumped down again after just lying in bed for less than half an hour.

He followed the police station to take care of the aftermath yesterday and kept going until this morning. Before he could sleep, Li Beiting called.

He had to drive himself and go to the pharmacy to buy the medicine mentioned by Li Beiting.

Pay with your head down.

"Sir, your medicine."

The young lady selling medicine is a young girl. When she handed the medicine to him, her face turned red.

He explained in a low voice: "This, this can only be used externally, not internally."

Qiao Muchen looked up blankly: "What?"

The young lady's face turned redder and she pointed to the medicine box: "It cannot be used internally."

Qiao Muchen seemed to understand but nodded, "I understand."

No, can't be used internally?

Qiao Muchen held the medicine and was stiff in place.

Li Beiting suffered internal injuries?

It shouldn’t be that Dr. Zhao did a comprehensive examination and even had an infectious disease checked him. There was no injury. How could there be internal injuries?!!

He suddenly savored something.

The medicine held in my hand suddenly became a little hot.

He cursed in a low voice: "Fuck."

He is a serious and pure person. The man went to the pharmacy to buy this medicine for them both. Is Li Beiting still a human being?

When Qiao Muchen arrived at the old house of Li, Mrs. Li was already having dinner downstairs. He was not sure if Li Beiting had told her about what happened last night, so he greeted her conservatively and walked upstairs.

Mrs. Li frowned and looked at his back and asked the old butler.

"Young Master hasn't gotten up yet?"

Li Beiting lives very self-disciplinedly and even gets up on time to handle matters on weekends. It is already nine o'clock today, and he hasn't come down from the upper floor yet.

Song Yan didn't see anyone either.

Mrs. Li's face suddenly became a little unfavorable.

The old butler laughed: "Madam, it was already very late when they came back yesterday, so let them sleep more."

Mrs. Li: "They both of them sleep together?"

Although they often slept together, it would be a bit too much to not go downstairs so blatantly.

The old housekeeper knew that he had stepped on the thunder and sighed: "Something happened last night. The young master looked very unstable. Song Yan should have been taken in by the young master."

Anyway, I can't hide it, so I might as well tell my wife earlier.

The old housekeeper told me about what happened last night. Mrs. Li turned on her phone and there was no movement in the news, and the Qin family was also not moving.

If the old housekeeper hadn't told her, she would have been kept in the dark.

Mrs. Li, who has always been dignified and elegant, threw away the tableware in her hand and went straight upstairs.

She was so fast that she passed by Qiao Muchen who was about to go downstairs and pushed open Li Beiting's door. Li Beiting had just turned around, holding medicine in his hand. He heard the movement and quickly pulled the quilt over Song Yan's body, covered him tightly before turning around.

He looked at Mrs. Li with a deep look on her eyes.

Neither of them spoke, and the old butler and Qiao Muchen stood at the door and did not dare to go in.

"Are you crazy? Do you know what you are doing? Do you want to die?"

Mrs. Li was a little hysterical. She had warned Li Beiting long ago that since she was about to investigate the past, she had to completely control herself. If she made a mistake, she might be in danger of her life.

He doesn't listen.

He didn't listen!

He dares to hang out with Song Yan, and dares to be so blatant.

He is putting his life on his belt!

Mrs. Li stepped forward and was about to lift Song Yan's quilt. Li Beiting blocked it and looked at Mrs. Li coldly.

"Don't touch her, she fainted."

The people on the bed didn't move, and they didn't lift a corner under the cover. Mrs. Li's face was pale, and her hands were so stiff that she didn't know if she wanted to take them back or continue.

Her fingers trembled and she couldn't speak for a long time.

Li Beiting is very close.

It has been a long time since they got so close to each other.

She wanted to say something, but her throat was so bitter.

"I know what you're going out."

The medicine in Li Beiting's hand fell to the ground and made a big noise. Mrs. Li seemed to be awakened by the sound, and looked up at Li Beiting's face.

In her pupils, Li Beiting's swollen face was reflected, and a rash spread wildly on his neck. He raised his hand, and the back of his hands and wrists all had rashes.

Unstoppable and uncontrollable.

Mrs. Li panicked and screamed: "Call the doctor, call the doctor!"

Li Beiting was allergic because Mrs. Li was too close to her.

The old house was in chaos, Qiao Muchen rushed in, Li Beiting could no longer stand, he wanted to support him, but Li Beiting waved his hand.

“Go to the guest room.”

He signaled Qiao Muchen to help him walk. Qiao Muchen said nothing, and walked out with him. In less than five seconds, everyone in the room disappeared, leaving behind a bulge on the bed.

Dr. Zhao came quickly and was familiar with Li Beiting's acne, and then he checked again.

Li Beiting leaned against the head of the bed soberly, looking at Dr. Zhao without any recognition.

"You all go out, I have something to tell Dr. Zhao."

Mrs. Li, who had been silent since the moment, glanced at him deeply, turned around, and walked out staggeringly. Qiao Muchen also frowned and followed him out.

Dr. Zhao took a breath.

"Young Master."

Li Beiting tilted his head. Although his noble and elegant face was even worse than a pig's head, Dr. Zhao didn't dare to look away and forced himself to look into his eyes.

He spoke, as if he was hesitant and a little confused: "Doctor Zhao, do you have a good gynecologist in your hospital?"

Dr. Zhao was shocked: "Do you have a son?"

Li Beiting was stunned for a moment, his swollen and numb lips rose wildly: "No."

Son?

I never felt that this noun was so touching. Just by hearing it from others, he felt comfortable all over as if he had just rolled over with Song Yan.
Chapter completed!