Monster System: Quickly Transmigrate Male God's Favorite

Chapter 501 Bamboo horse is very irritable every day (67)

Qian Qiu's words are really heart-wrenching.

Xie Zhinian raised his eyes subconsciously, and glanced at Qianqiu.

Her eyes were shining, she moved towards her, and she blinked with her chin propped up.

She did it on purpose.

Xie Zhinian subconsciously turned his eyes away again, always feeling that her gaze, even through the video, was extraordinarily hot and could not be ignored.

He couldn't help raising his bony hands slightly, covering Qian Qiu's face.

Qian Qiu clicked his tongue, the tone was meaningful.

"childish."

Xie Zhinian pursed his lips and said nothing.

He covered Qianqiu's eyes on the video, watched the outline of her face, and couldn't help but move his fingertips slightly.

These few years.

Xie Zhinian has traveled around in major hospitals and presided over many surgeries.

He held the scalpel for a long time, and his fingertips were inevitably covered with a thin layer of calluses.

His fingertips rested on Qianqiu's face, as if it was the same as before, afraid of hurting her, he opened his hand lightly.

Qianqiu still supported her chin, looking at herself from the other side.

She was still smiling.

Xie Zhinian pursed his lips, looking at the surgery documents in front of him.

"You... don't look at me like that."

After a while, he said in a low voice.

"I'm not looking at you, I'm looking at the contract."

Qianqiu's words sounded.

Xie Zhinian raised his eyes to look over, and bumped into those eyes again.

"You lied to me," he said.

Qian Qiu snorted coldly, and said in a sophistry: "I didn't lie to you, it's not because you look at me that I look at you."

Her voice was slow and orderly, without the soft and tender feeling of the previous milky voice.

but.

In Xie Zhinian's eyes, that look was still very cute.

Xie Zhinian pursed his thin lips slightly, looked at her and said:

"Next week, your birthday will be, don't you plan to celebrate it?"

"Yeah." Qian Qiu lazily replied: "Your birthday is not celebrated this year, isn't it?"

Xie Chinian's birthday was last month.

Originally, Qianqiu wanted to celebrate his birthday, but encountered several surgeries.

50 hours straight without sleep.

His birthday has passed, and when he finally stepped out of the operating room, he almost passed out after hearing what the nurse said.

Thinking of this, Qianqiu felt a little unhappy.

Her fingers were long and white, and she was turning the signature pen on her fingertips.

Xie Zhinian also remembered what happened last month.

He was also murdered by Qianqiu.

Thinking of this, he bit his lip aggrievedly and said:

"Don't worry about that, my birthday is not important, I miss your birthday more..."

Although the boy has grown into a youth, the trace of greenness has faded away.

He is pitiful and wronged, coquettish and cute.

Lethality is also gradually increasing.

Qianqiu couldn't bear his pitiful look.

If it was before, it could still resist.

Now that he has grown up, his appearance has reached the level of disaster.

On weekdays, she looks abstinent and cold, but she still acts pitifully in private, which makes her heart a little unbearable.

"Don't do that."

Qianqiu covered his face with one hand, somewhat unable to withstand his critical blow.

"If you keep doing this, my heart disease will relapse, and I can't be cured anymore."

Xie Zhinian worked hard to get into this university, the original purpose was Qianqiu's heart disease.

Not long ago, she was cured by surgery.

With a lazy voice, Xie Zhinian also lay down on the table, rubbing his fingertips on the computer screen.

His voice was very soft, and he said in a low voice: "Your heart disease is cured, but mine I don't know when it will be cured."

(End of this chapter)