Madam, your boss is super paranoid

Chapter 393
The implication is that if you beat your brother, you won't beat your wife.

Having known each other for so many years, facial paralysis is very vengeful. Wen last month thought of the fierce paralysis on the other side just now, and his heart trembled. He picked up the tea cup he had just put down, and put it to his mouth to sip the tea, suppressing his shock.

"Facial paralysis, what you said is a bit serious. Of course my wife can't do it, but brothers are like siblings, so it's not good for you to do it?"

Fu Beichen, "How is her health?"

As soon as this was mentioned, Wen put down the teacup in his hand again last month, and his attitude became serious, "I just checked for the Tianmai for a long time but failed to diagnose the Ximai. It may be that the Ximai did not come out when the time was too short, or it may be that you The result of a night of hard work is that I failed."

Fu Beichen asked again: "You said that she lacks energy and blood, so what's the matter with her weak body?"

"Women are prone to lack of energy and blood. The weak body may be due to lack of rest. Let her rest more during this time. I have given a pack of tranquilizers to lychees to help sleep." Wen said last month.

Fu Beichen pondered for a while, and asked, "Do you still have any ointment for removing scars?"

Wen Shangyue was taken aback, "Why do you want ointment for removing scars?"

Fu Beichen, "Who else wants it?"

Wen hurriedly explained last month, "No, it's not that anyone wants it. You don't seem to care about whether you have scars or not. You haven't seen the scar on your back. You want to get rid of it."

"In Xiyue, the quilt beads hit three places."

"How is this going?"

"Meet the assassination."

"Are you afraid that sister-in-law will misunderstand something?"

Fu Beichen glanced over coldly, telling Wen Shangyue to shut his mouth.

He doesn't understand why facial paralysis cares about those scars the size of fingernails?
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When the evening was approaching, Wen Shangyue came to Mu Shengwan with ointment.

"Sister-in-law, here is the ointment you asked for."

"Well, you're pretty fast, thank you."

Mu Shengwan happily took the two bottles of ointment from Wen Shangyue's hand, and looked at the bottle body a few times. The celadon bottle body is big enough for one hand to hold. She put a cushion on it. It has a little weight, and it should last for a long time. .

At first last month, Wen thought that Mu Shengwan was suffering from depression again, but fortunately he didn't, otherwise he wouldn't get better in a while.

When Wen Wen left last month, Mu Shengwan hurriedly called him to stop: "Last month, if you have time, let Beichen have a checkup to see if his anemia is getting better?"

"Well, sister-in-law, don't worry, it's up to me."

Wen last month patted his chest to reassure, then left with a smile.

When Mu Shengwan was the only one left in the bedroom, she walked into the bathroom with the medicine bottle, stood in front of the mirror, put the invitation on the sink, took off half of her pajamas, and exposed the injured arm, which was bandaged. The wound, the blood stains on the gauze, she untied the gauze with one hand, layer by layer, revealing a scar about ten centimeters long, the flesh and blood turning inside out was clearly visible, but after being bandaged, it lost its color , The white is scary, and it is enough to show how deep the wound is.

Opened the ointment that Wen last month had made, and evenly applied the ointment on the wound with a cotton swab. After only one day, the wound would hurt even if she touched it, so she could only grit her teeth and endure it.

But fortunately, the ointment formulated by Wen Shangyue is very mild, and there is a cool feeling after applying it to the wound.

After applying the ointment, she had no choice but to re-bandage the wound by herself, which took a long time.

At this moment, hearing footsteps, Mu Shengwan hurriedly tied up the bandage, and then quickly put on his clothes.

(End of this chapter)