Chapter 212： Cure (1/2)
An Rushuang hasn't slept like this for a long time, even she thought she was used to the hard felt in the green space, but at this time woke up in the soft bed.
, But it seemed to make her whole life, comfortable, almost do not want to get up.
”Ruby ...”
She groaned loudly, but remembered that Ruby was not here and laughed at herself.
But suddenly there was a response from outside, a little girl in a red dress walked in and said fragilely: ”Hongyu has seen the girl!”
An Rushuang froze slightly and asked, ”What's your name?”
The girl's smart eyes looked at her and smiled: ”The master and the son explained, the girl likes what slaves are called, slaves are called!”
Only then did she hear the future lady scream a red rain, and then hurried out.
After all, Dame's position is what everyone wants, and she must have something in front of everyone.
An Rushuang's heart was slightly uncomfortable. The girl's eyes were too alive. She shook her head slightly and said, ”What was your name before?”
The girl who claimed to be Hongyu gritted her teeth and said, ”Slave's cheap name is Cuihuan.”
An Rushuang sighed in his heart: ”Then you call Cuihuan, the name of ruby is not suitable for you.”
The little girl looked a little ugly, she bowed her head and said, ”Yes.”
Although this green ring looks too active at first glance, it works very well and combs hair quickly and well.
”How is the old lady today?”
An Rushuang took a look at the bracelet on her hand, and she had already given the old lady medicine yesterday, because her body had been so bad that she could only try to use the smallest dose, but wanted to come
It should be effective.
Cuihuan stunned and said, ”It's still like that, I haven't heard anything today.”
With that said, he took over another set of clothes, a delicate moon-white dress, and An Rushuang saw the clothes and frowned slightly, saying, ”What about my clothes?”
Cuihuan quickly said: ”Girls rest assured that this outfit was made for you last night, not by someone else!”
She thought An Rushuang didn't like wearing other people's clothes.
An Rushuang looked at the meticulous work clothes, but she was even more puzzled. Why did Zhang Liang put so much effort into herself? !!
How to say it, she just had a contract with him to play a show in front of the old lady.
”I don't like it, what about my clothes?”
When Cuihuan saw her angry face, she cried, ”Master ... the master thought that clothes were too ugly, so he lost ...”
This Zhang Liang!
An Rushuang gritted his teeth and stomped, ”Give me black clothes!”
She hates this color.
Actually, she also started to hate black.
The Cuihuan wanted to say something, but when she saw her face, she had to quit.
Soon, the door was opened. An Rushuang turned his head, but did not see Cuihuan. The person who came in was tall, a moon-white gown, like a polite and handsome boy, and it was Zhang Liang.
Zhang Liang smiled and looked at An Rushuang, and then looked at the long skirt that was thrown aside. It was a pity: ”Don't like it? I thought girls liked this color.”
An Rushuang scorned playing tricks with him, only coldly: ”I'm a doctor, there will always be blood on my body, don't take what you think you are and use it on me.”