Chapter 175 Painting on the Bandage
There is a steaming hot breakfast on the dining table.
Manshu walked over and saw a note left on it with flying and flying handwriting.
"Eat breakfast and change dressing."
Well, it seems that he told her two things, and they were really concise and to the point.
Since she is asked to change her medicine, her childhood is still there.
Manshu didn't call Qi Qi because she didn't know which room he lived in.
I just sat down, poured myself a glass of boiled water, and then drank milk.
The table was clean except for breakfast. There were sandwiches and boiled eggs on the plate. It looked like Yan Zhan had cooked them himself.
His life style is indeed like that of a veteran cadre.
I even like to make breakfast myself.
There is no permanent aunt in the villa, there is only one hourly worker who comes every afternoon to clean up the room.
"Hi, morning, little sister."
Manshu was eating breakfast and then came downstairs.
He scratched his hair and greeted Manshu.
Manshu was a little embarrassed when she thought of how frightened she was when he was holding a scalpel last night.
"Good morning, Doctor Tong." Manshu smiled at him.
When I was a child, I saw her being much friendlier to me.
Feeling a little uncomfortable, I came over and sat across from her.
"Thanks to you, I got the breakfast prepared by Yan Zhan."
"You don't know that when I lived here, Yan Zhan would only make food for himself when he got up early in the morning. Do you think he is stingy?"
Manshu laughed out loud: "Why do you want to live here?"
She subconsciously looked at the pink slippers on her childhood feet.
He had deep doubts about his relationship with his third uncle.
Between these two people, who is plotting evil against whom?
However, is it serious that Third Uncle only cooks his own portion of breakfast?
This is too straight.
"Of course I'm working for him. I'm just a hard worker, but others don't appreciate me."
You can't buy breakfast here at Moon Bay Villa, so you have to make it yourself or have it delivered.
It takes ten minutes to walk around to go shopping.
For lazy people like childhood, it's too far.
"Well, I don't know how to cherish it." Manshu nodded.
She can no longer look directly at her childhood.
"Is it inconvenient to have surgery on your hair?" Surgeons must often go to the operating table.
Manshu knew that his childhood medical skills were very good and he was well-known in the First Affiliated Hospital.
If you want to ask him to perform surgery, you have to queue up.
"No. What's the inconvenience? Can't I tie it up?"
As he said that, childhood had already shown the pink rubber band on his wrist.
Macho Barbie fans.
Manshu suddenly thought of this sentence.
"By the way, what did you dream about last night? That scream sounded like a pig being slaughtered."
If this was not a villa area, others would definitely complain about disturbing residents.
Manshu: "..." I shouldn't have any illusions about this person.
He is not a serious person.
She stopped talking to him and just finished breakfast while waiting for him to change her dressing.
"Can I decorate this bandage a little so that others can't tell that my neck is injured?"
While changing the dressing, Manshu suddenly asked.
She thought of his skill in tying bows. This must not be a problem for him, right?
"It's not impossible."
A slap in the face in childhood,
"But you still have some ideas."
This is the first time I heard someone asked for decoration on the bandage.
"How about I draw a picture on the bandage for you?"
Manshu subconsciously wanted to refuse.
Looking at her childhood expression of eagerness to try, she felt that she might regret it.
It's a pity that I couldn't escape the clutches of childhood in the end.
This chapter has been completed!