Chapter 547 (2/2)

Why do you ask this? He did not answer.

Shen Miao heard her heart beating violently. She was in a panic for a moment. This long lost, fresh voice from the chest let her feel at a loss, at a loss, but there was no more resistance.

On a cold winter day, the dim candle light is warm, and the young man's eyes are sharp and seem to know everything, and the corners of his lips are slowly raised.

”A sneeze”, Xie Jingxing in the arms of the white tiger do not know is from where the small dust paste nose, sneeze, will be silent in the room two people wake up.

Shen Miao regained consciousness and said, ”your pet is sick.” They avoided this problem without a trace.

Xie Jingxing also did not entangle in the top, instead, he picked up the white tiger from his sleeve, looked at two eyes, and said: ”delicate!” I don't know who I'm talking about.

Shen Miao took a deep breath, and always felt that Xie Jingxing took the white tiger as his own small character, and his intention was very bad. Shen Miao can't help thinking about himself when people scold him in the future. With this in mind, he was unhappy with the white tiger, and he was not very pleased with Xie Jingxing.

”Since she is delicate, I'll ask Dr. Gao to show it.” Shen Miao sneered: ”anyway, Gao Taiyi's medical skills are excellent, and doctors and animals are the same.”

Xie Jingxing a smile: ”Jiaojiao doesn't like Gao Taiyi, she just likes sticking to this king.”

Shen Miao glared at him.

Xie Jingxing must be on purpose!

”Is king Rui still going?” Shen Miao said, ”I'm going to have a rest.”

Xie Jingxing was displeased: ”sometimes I travel with Feng Anning all day long, but I will catch up with him for a moment. It's really senseless.” Having said that, he stood up from his seat and went to the window. Suddenly, he remembered something. He turned back to the side of the couch and said, ”just that question, I'll tell you later.”

His figure disappeared at the window.

Shen Miao goes to close the window, blows out the lamp, and collapses himself.

There was silence in the room, as if someone had just come, just an illusion. It's not just a dream that the cup of tea left by the table can remind you.

Everything is very real, just.

On the bed, Shen Miao's hand caresses the heart.There, just a violent beating, to now has not subsided.

It's not an illusion.