Playful Medical Concubine: Fifth Miss Waste

Chapter 237

At this moment, there was a wave of movement behind him, he didn't turn his eyes, and said lightly, obviously in a very light tone, but with a cool breath, "You're back?"

"Master." The man's voice came, with a touch of excitement, "You don't know, I went out to play today and saw an interesting little girl, she..."

"Needless to say." The man calmly interrupted his remaining words, apparently not interested in the little girl he was talking about.

"Yes!" The person standing behind him responded, and immediately said, "Miss Irene has already arrived at the Ruthless Sect, and was called by Manager Tang."

"Tang Xiang? It seems that he attaches great importance to the deal with that person." The man said lightly, his tone was flat, and he couldn't hear the emotion, but it was obvious that he already knew what Tang Xiang wanted to do with Irene Wuma. .

"Yes……"

"This is my brother's room, right?"

Just when the people behind him were about to say something, Irene Wuma's voice suddenly came from outside, and the people behind the man turned into a stream of light and disappeared when they heard the sound.

"You hide quickly." Feeling a touch of existence in the spiritual sea, the man smiled lowly.

"Hey, Miss Irene, I really can't handle it."

The man's voice sounded in the man's spiritual sea, and disappeared immediately.

"Squeak—" the door was pushed open, and a petite figure quickly and accurately hugged the man from behind, and when the man turned his head, he gave him a bright smile, "Brother!"

"Irene." While speaking, the man waved his hand to light the candles in the room, took Irene Wuma's hand, walked to the side and sat down.

Although he knew that Irene Wuma took the jade pendant that represented his identity when he rushed over, but he pretended not to know.

Irene Wuma hid Shunlai's jade pendant in her sleeve. Seeing his expression, she thought he hadn't noticed, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief, "Brother, are you looking at that painting again?"

"Well, what are you doing here?" The man responded lightly, and changed the subject, obviously not wanting to talk about the painting.

Under the light of the candle, the man's face was also very clear.

Wheat-colored skin, a pair of sapphire blue eyes glowing faintly, just one glance makes people feel like falling into an ice cellar, dressed in a black robe, with golden cherry blossoms embroidered on the cuffs, and her hair is tied up with a golden headband. Don't put it next to the left face, this is a man who exudes strong male hormones and makes people afraid to approach him.

Irene Wuma looked at her brother's face, pursed her mouth, she was so handsome, why was she so cold?
"I miss my brother, so I came to see my brother." Irene Wuma smiled at him, and this smile made the man's eyes darken a bit.

It was as if she was looking at another person through her eyes.

Irene Wuma also felt it, and stood up abruptly, "Brother, Irene thinks that there is something else to do, so let's go first, and come see brother tomorrow!"

Saying that, he rushed out quickly without waiting for his reaction.

Because men don't like others approaching, so Irene Wuma came in alone. She didn't know why her brother would let herself approach him, but she could feel that her brother was looking at other people through her eyes every time. one person.

This feeling made her very uncomfortable, but I have to say that her brother was very kind and tolerant to her.

Seeing Irene Wuma run out, the man waved his sleeves again to extinguish the candle. At this moment, a voice came from the spiritual sea, "Is it really okay for Miss Irene to take that thing like this?"

"If she wants to make a fuss, she can do it. It's just a status symbol, it doesn't matter."

"Master, you dote on Miss Irene too much." Even though it said so, its eyes followed the man's and landed on the painting. The woman on it had a pair of eyes like Irene Wuma's. When she smiled, her eyes shone brightly, but the color of the eyes was different, no, it would be better to say that Irene Wuma's eyes were very similar to hers.

Although he wanted to ask the master if it was because of this talent that he doted on Miss Irene so much, but it also knew that the painting was something that the master could never mention in his heart, so he refrained from asking.

At the same time, Irene Wuma had already met Tang Xiang with a man's identity card.

(End of this chapter)