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"Don't disturb him, I just want to ask about the package I received yesterday. There are two pillows, and I sleep comfortably."

Yun thinks about knowing that Song Mian is very busy. She can see from the fact that he needs to rush back at the New Year's Eve. She asked Song Yao about this trivial matter: "Is there any unique place for the pillow?"

"Oh oh." This Song Yao naturally knew that Song Mian all told him to do it.

"It can prevent head and neck chills, cold head pain, insomnia, etc., and help to improve the symptoms of cerebral arteriosclerosis, cerebral infarction, cervical spondylosis, migraine and sleep disturbance."

"Can it improve cervical spondylosis?" Yun thought about hearing it very happy.

"There is a certain relief and improvement effect, Miss Yun's cervical spine is uncomfortable?" Song Yao quickly tensed.

"No, no." Yun thinks and immediately denies, "It's an elder who looks very painful, so I want to give him one."

"This..." Song Yao hesitated before saying, "Miss Yun, all the things Master sent to you, the recipe is based on your constitution."

"Blood stasis physique, yang deficiency physique, phlegm phlegm physique...different. But you can send it, but the effect is definitely not as good as it is for you."

Song Yao must make it clear to Yun Xiang in advance, otherwise the results will not be good, so as to avoid Yun Xiang questioning their master's ability.

"Okay, I know, there is no harm." Just a little intention, not good, as long as it does not harm people.

"You can rest assured that it is not swallowing, there is no harm." Song Yao replied.

"Song Mian is okay, are you sick?" Yun asked coldly.

"No, young master is very good." Song Yao answered without any stagnation. This is the first reaction of the brain.

Yun Xiang thought it was a sudden attack, Song Mian was so busy, she was still worried about him, but if she asked him, Song Mian certainly did not want to worry about herself, and might not be honest, so she had to ask people around him so coldly.

When Yun Xiang thought about hanging up the phone, Song Yao responded to the sudden investigation that Yun Xiang thought about, and couldn't help but the alarm bell rang loudly: "The next time you talk to Mrs. Shao, you need to be more careful."

The young master of their family was indeed not sick, but was slightly injured. This time he came here for the last assassination.

"What are you muttering about?" Song Mian came out of the bathroom and heard Song Yao's second sentence, "Careful?"

"Mrs. Shao called just now and asked you if you are sick." Song Yao tried carefully. "Did you reveal the stuff yesterday?"

Song Mian glanced at him lightly, but thinking of his girlfriend calling Song Yao to care about himself, his lips could not help rising: "Is the escape route found?"

"Not yet. This is their old nest. You have lifted their nest. There are only a few people left that can't make the climate. Why..." Song Yao didn't quite understand. "You're also a little aggressive this time."

"I don't have time to hide and seek with them. I must kill them this time." Song Mian's dark purple eyes flashed through the sharp cold light. "Killing the monkeys, within ten years, I don't want anyone to dare to beat me and me. The idea of ​​those around you."

People around...

Song Yao thought that Song Mian was almost killing this time, and his actions were unprecedentedly ruthless. I am afraid that people who know this accident, no matter how great the temptation of interests, are not easy to bring up the courage to take the task to deal with Song Mian.

Song Mian had never done this before. This was the first time he had shot without complete assurance.

Song Yao didn't understand why his young master had changed his style of behavior before.

Song Mian didn't want his relationship with Yun Xiang to be exposed one day, or after being noticed, someone stretched out his hand to think about Yun.

Today, Song Yao can understand a word: Chongguan is angry.

In fact, these people calculated very well, thinking that even if Song Mian succeeded in escaping, it would be because this is the weakest place of the forces and would not be killed quickly.

If there is no cloud to think about this accident, Song Mian may endure them once, but unfortunately...

Song Mian wanted to think about an undisturbed environment for Yun, then they could only let them stop earlier.

Song Mian did act only after half a year, just to paralyze them and came out with a surprise.

When they were complacent and relaxed their vigilance, they had no backhand.

This time, they almost disintegrated the most powerful black and evil forces, and of course paid a great price.

What Yun Mian is doing, Yun thinks about it and doesn't know. She just thinks that Song Mian is going to see a doctor, or attend an academic meeting, or inspect her own business.

She gave Xiong Ao another pillow that was not disassembled. After the first two days, she didn't feel much. After five days of sleep, the colder the weather, the more Xiong Ao felt that her condition had eased a lot.

"I'm sick. I've been entangled with me for several years. I have never been as relaxed as today. This pillow is really god." Xiong Ao could not believe it unless he tried it himself.

"Think about it, where did you know such a cow's Chinese medicine?" Sun Qiluo immediately asked.

"Dr. Song Song, Emperor Song's pharmacy." Yun thinks of course that Song Mian cannot be given out.

But last time she heard that Song Mian asked Yun Lin to take her friend to seek medical treatment for Song Qi, then Song Qi's medical technique must be very good.

As for what Song Qi is good at, Yun Yun didn't think about it. She turned around and told Song Mian about it. When they really had three illnesses and two pains, they would definitely make arrangements.

"Professor Song Jing Song?" Xiong Ao was unbelievable.

Yun thought about his heart beating, this reaction, is Xiong Ao has already found Song Qi?

When it's over, isn't it going to show up?

Before Xiong Ao went to search for Song Qi, there was definitely no cure.

"How did you make an appointment to Professor Song Qi's number? Do you still have pillows for you?" Sun Qiluo also had a fantasy expression on this world.

"Dr. Song's number is difficult to make an appointment?" Yun asked weakly.

This reaction stimulated Sun Qiluo to hate her: "Think about it, don't tell me, you don't need to make an appointment."

"Professor Song's number is only open ten times a week on Wednesday. No advance appointments are accepted. Many people can't wait in line to make calls." Instead, Lu Jin explained.

Yun Xiangxiang really wanted to give herself a slap, she negligently did not check in advance who this professor Song is.

It was really recommended by Song Mian to Yun Lin last time. It was Yun Yun’s breezy tone. She only regarded the doctor Song Qi as an ordinary doctor.

Yun Xiang, who does not pay attention to Chinese medicine, naturally does not know that Song Qi is almost sixty years old. He is recognized as one of the great Chinese medicine practitioners in China.

There are only two people in this world who can command him, one is Song Mian and the other is Song Mian's father.

The probability of being able to hang on to his number is similar to winning a lottery.

Let him dispense the medicine pillow without even thinking about it...