Unparalleled Crazy Young System

"What?" Song Ying looked at Ye Hao incredulously.

If she were to change to someone else, perhaps Song Ying would just kick the person in front of her.

"Let me explain briefly to you. I have a gas in my body, which can suppress the cold poison in your body. And now I want to solidify this gas into a little sun and pass it into your body."

"Let it suppress the cold poison in your body. For example... For example, I put a warm baby in your body, relying on the heat of the warm baby can relieve your cold poison."

"Because the behavior of such transmission is very dangerous, and the meridians in your body have not been trained, so you can only complete this process through direct mouth-to-mouth contact."

Although it sounds a bit weird, but her physique is inherently weird.

Song Ying asked in a low voice, "Then... how long can this suppress the cold toxin in my body?"

"I don't know this, but you should feel it yourself. When you feel the heat in your body is about to disappear, you come to me. Then we will repeat it again."

Song Ying hesitated for a while, and finally amid the coldness that was constantly invading her body, she still chose to compromise.

"Then... hurry up." Song Ying closed her eyes and her trembling eyelids showed that her heart was still a little nervous.

"Wait a moment, I will raise your body temperature first. You may feel something in your body, so bear with it first."

"Ok."

After doing some final preparations, Ye Hao adjusted Song Ying's seat back so that Song Ying could lie down directly.

I have to say that such a scene is still very tempting. A woman in tight professional clothes lies in front of you unsuspectingly.

The uneven curve reminded Ye Hao of a poem.

Viewed horizontally as a ridge with peaks on the side, the distances are different.

Suppressing the evil fire in his heart, he lifted Song Ying's coat.

"I started."

Ye Hao said, his scarlet hands covered Song Ying's belly.

"Hmm...ah" Song Ying grabbed the backrest with both hands, biting her lips with her teeth.

A trace of ruddy appeared on his face.

This was not pain, Song Ying felt an unspeakable sense of comfort, which made her pores spread out all over her body.

Ye Hao slowly increased the heat in his hands.

If he wants to pass Neiyuan to Song Ying, he needs to heat Song Ying's cold Dantian first.

Otherwise, the scorching inner yuan directly enters the cold Dantian, and it is easy for ice and fire to repel.

As Ye Hao continued to increase his strength, Song Ying's body began to tremble.

The trembling even drove the car.

Outside you can vaguely see a red car in the open-air parking area shaking slightly

As her body changed, Song Ying felt a burning sensation on her lips.

Her breathing began to change rapidly, and her heartbeat accelerated.

So...this is the feeling of kissing?

I don't know how long it has passed, but Song Ying felt as if it were a century long.

"All right."

The touch on the lips disappeared.

Song Ying opened her beautiful eyes, her face was flushed, her body was covered with water stains, and her clothes were very dazzling.

If people see this scene, they will definitely think of something indescribable.

"What do you feel in your belly now." Ye Hao could feel the weird atmosphere in the car, and he deliberately changed the topic.

Song Ying recovered, and only then did she deliberately feel the changes in her body.

Her eyes widened: "I feel my body is hot, and I don't have the cold feeling I had before."

With that, she put her hand on her face.

She shouted in surprise: "My hands are also warm!"

This seemingly ordinary thing is a miracle in Song Ying's eyes. She hasn't felt the temperature on her hands for many years.

"That's good, wait until the inner yuan calories in your body are exhausted. You come to me again, remember to find me in advance. The most important thing is the night of the full moon."

Ye Hao solemnly reminded.

Song Ying nodded, she had completely believed in Ye Hao at this moment.

Maybe he really might be able to cure his illness.

"Huh." Ye Hao breathed a sigh of relief. Those things just made him tired.

"You're all here in Yuhang, do you want to go up and see your sister." Ye Hao looked at Song Ying.

Song Ying looked at the hotel, and she shook her head: "Forget it. There is still business to discuss in Haicheng, I have to go back overnight."

Although she knew that Ye Hao might be able to cure their illness, Song Ying still wanted to be safe.

If Ye Hao still has no choice, she can save enough money to take her sister to the place for treatment.

"In two days it will be Xiaoyue's instrumental music competition." Ye Hao interjected inexplicably.

Song Ying bit her lip lightly.

"At that time... I will try my best to come over."

Ye Hao sighed and got out of the car.

Seeing Song Ying driving away in the car, he sighed that the family was really tired, most of all Song Ying.

Not only have to endure the torture of illness, but also deliberately alienate his dear sister.

It is estimated that her heart is really stiffened by the cold poison.

Ye Hao returned to the hotel room.

"My sister is here?" Song Xiaoyue absently sat on the sofa in the living room, holding the remote control indiscriminately.

But the moment Ye Hao opened the door, her eyes fell on the door, with a hint of expectation in her eyes, as if she was expecting something.

But when she saw that only Ye Hao walked in for a while, that glimmer of expectation turned into disappointment, but she still looked at Ye Hao with the last glimmer of hope.

But Ye Hao didn't have the answer she wanted.

"Your sister happened to pass by Yuhang because of business matters, so ask me about your instrumental music competition. But because of a customer's phone call, she can only go back to Haicheng by herself. She asked me to help her convey it, hoping you can Get good results in the instrumental music competition."

"Business, business. There are only her businesses in her mind." Song Xiaoyue's eyes were a little red and swollen, she threw the remote control on the sofa, turned and walked into the room, and slammed the door heavily.

At this moment, Ning Yawen walked in from the balcony with the phone.

"What's wrong?"

"It's okay, it's just that Song Xiaoyue has a little temper." Ye Hao probed helplessly.

Ning Yawen sighed and sat on the sofa: "Perhaps because of the instrumental music competition, she is in a bad mood."

"What happened to the instrumental music competition?" Ye Hao asked suspiciously.

"The official time for the instrumental music competition is confirmed to start in the afternoon the day after tomorrow, but today we received a news of an accident."

"What?" Ye Hao asked.

"The instrumental music competition is divided into three parts, each of which will be scored by each judge after each part, with a maximum of 10 points. The combined scores of the three parts are the final score."

"Originally, the three parts were to perform the repertoire that I was good at, then I picked a repertoire to play, and finally played the repertoire selected by the judges."

"But this year has suddenly changed. The third one has become a repertoire written by the contestant, not a repertoire that has already appeared!"

Ye Hao frowned: "Then you don't know?"

Ning Yawen looked ugly: "No one notified me of this news. It wasn't until I went there to check it out this morning that a familiar instrumentalist told me the news. It was to inform each player privately a month ago and give them a month. Time to compose the music."

"But we don't know at all. I found the organizer and they told me that they were negligent? I asked them how to deal with it, but they said that it is impossible to change the game process just because of us!" At this point, it can be clearly felt Ning Yawen's anger.