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Chapter 700 The old lady is not serving

Fu Ming's jawline tightened a little, he pursed his lips, staring at her deeply with his black eyes, "You'd better not know."

Ruan Chu frowned unwillingly, "Why?"

Fu Ming opened his thin lips lightly: "Nothing can be told!"

Ruan Chu grinded his teeth secretly, and when he thought of him lied to her last time, he felt extremely aggrieved.

She rubbed her feet and stood up from the man's thigh, picked up the medicine bowl and left, "I won't give you medicine!"

Fu Ming's eyebrows were twisted into the character Sichuan, but he didn't say anything to keep it. Now, it's not the time to spread the matter out. If he let it go, it's hard to guarantee that she won't break the bastard and ask the whole thing. It's better to keep silent.

Just when Fu Ming thought Ruan Chu would not come back with the medicine, she turned around at the door and smashed the medicine bowl in front of him angrily. "It's a pity that the medicine I have worked hard to pour. These medicines are at least tens of thousands, and they are all great things. Drink them quickly, don't drink them, and you won't be allowed to go to my bed tonight!"

Fu Ming: "..."

After seeing Fu Ming drinking it obediently, Ruan Chu pinched his waist, turned his head and left, "Do your own bowl, I won't serve you anymore!"

Then the door was thrown by her.

It fell with a bang.

Fu Ming touched the wall of the bowl with his slender fingertips, and then pinched the pain in his eyebrows, and sighed helplessly.

Ruan Chu has his own tricks. If Fu Ming doesn’t say it, she just needs to go down and ask Ye Zhao if she can?!

Ye Zhao is not as difficult as Fu Ming. She can tap her side and find out some of the situation.

Ruan Chu quickly walked down the living room on the first floor, and indeed saw Ye Zhao still waiting for her.

When Ye Zhao saw her walking downstairs, his eyes staring at him, as if he was staring at a prey waiting to be slaughtered, which made him panic.

Ruan Chu's soft voice came over, "Brother Ye Zhao~"

Ye Zhao's scalp was numb, and he touched his medical box with some caution, intending to run away at any time, "What's the matter?"

Ruan Chu walked over with a smile and blocked his way, "Brother Ye Zhao, how long have you been with Fu Ming?"

Ye Zhao: "Cough cough cough, I can't remember it. It should have been there for seven or eight years..."

Ruan Chu blinked, staring at him with moist and clear eyes, "Is Brother Ye Zhao very familiar with Fu Ming?"

Realizing what Ruan Chu wanted to ask, Ye Zhao said without thinking, "We are not familiar with each other!"

Ruan Chu: “…”

Hey hey hey, hey, you have to make drafts when lying, right? He is not familiar with a word, so he is simply a lot of mistakes and no fool believes it!

Ruan Chu could only change another way of asking questions, leaned forward, approached his ear, and glanced at Ye Zhao's side face, "V-shaped virus."

Ye Zhao's eyes were stunned and looked at Ruan Chu in surprise, "How do you know?"

He frowned, "You just overheard my conversation with Fu Ming?"

He remembered Fu Ming's study, which had a good sound insulation effect. He stood at the door, and even his ears were close to the door, and he could not hear any sound inside. Ruan Chu actually heard it?! How good is her hearing?

Ruan Chu sighed and said sincerely, "Sorry, although it is not my intention to overhear your conversation, I will hear it when I hear it. I want to ask, how much do you know about V-type virus?"

Seeing that Ruan Chu did not show too strange to the V-type virus, Ye Zhao narrowed his eyes, "It seems that you understand this virus too..."

Since she understands, is she dominated by some kind of force involved in the research on this virus?
Chapter completed!
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