"You are so ugly. Even if you are an old man with a strong taste, I'm afraid you can't talk to him. I'm afraid they will be disgusted to spit by you and dirty my place! "
Looking at the needle tube, the expression on the face of He Lianjue became more and more fierce. "A Chou, you are so ugly. In this world, only the needle tube in my hand can give you a mouthful!"
Thinking of the terrible experience of the last time He Lianjue stabbed a needle in her face, Ye Wei's heart and mouth couldn't help tightening.
She didn't want to experience that terrible and desperate experience again.
Because last time, she had become ugly and dumb. This time, what did He Lianjue want her to become?!
"Ye Wei, you are a doctor. You say, what's good in my syringe?"
Looking at the needle tube close by, Ye Wei was in a panic to the extreme, but she knew that no matter how afraid she was now, she could not avoid the things that should come. Why should she show her fear?