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  "Xiaohua!" Zhao Xiaohua was thinking about whether to go out of the city tomorrow to gather some herbal medicine to try to get Shen Hanxue to heal sooner and leave sooner. There is no way, her money has long been spent by Chen Mo, and she still owes it now. If you can save money if you can save it, I heard the culprit behind me suddenly screaming out.

    "Ah!" Zhao Xiaohua was frightened. The water in the water scoop in her hand was poured directly into the oil pan. The boiling steam exploded in an instant. Before she could retreat, she was hugged by Chen Mo. A spin around the waist took him away from the original place in an instant, avoiding the tragedy of scalding.

    A few hot oil droplets poured on Chen Mo's face. Chen Mo didn't even blink, but Zhao Xiaohua was so frightened that she quickly took Chen Mo's face and looked at it: "How's it? No burns, right? What's the matter with you, why did you frighten me out just now, the kitchen is very dangerous!"

    Chen Mo felt wronged, wiped the place splashed by oil drops, stared at Zhao Xiaohua with those particularly beautiful eyes: " I think Xiaohua, you seem to be distracted, the empty pot has been burning for a long time, I want to remind you..."


    "...Forget it, I'll look at your face..." Zhao Xiaohua sighed. Maybe she had bad luck today, besides, this guy just saved herself a bit, so she won't be angry after thinking about it. He held Chen Mo's face and looked at it worriedly, and then he discovered a strange thing.

    She saw Chen Mo's face with oil dripping with her own eyes. It is reasonable to say that even if there is no scald, there should be a few red marks, but there is no trace on this guy's face. Is it really too thick?

    "Your face is too stubborn. It doesn't make any response when it is hot... No, I remember you had a big scar on your ear before! Hey, why didn't you see a scar at all... …"

    "Cough cough!" Chen Mo saw Zhao Xiaohua look more and more carefully, for fear that the other party would directly start to tear off his "scars", and quickly grabbed Zhao Xiaohua's random hand, and scratched his head with the other hand. , Said with a simple and shy appearance:

    "Xiao Hua , you want to touch me, wait, wait for the evening, it's not dark now! It's not good..." "..." Zhao Xiaohua was taken by the little wife of Chen Mo Er's appearance was shocked, and the goosebumps on his body began to protest. He quickly shook Chen Mo's hand, and still shook it voluntarily. He stared at the energetic young man with a stern face: "Who wants to touch you? Is it?"

    This guy, I really think women want to be addicted.

    Chen Mo looked at Zhao Xiaohua with a dazed expression: "But Xiaohua, you just said you want to help me see the injury, don't you want to touch me?"

    "..." Zhao Xiaohua looked at this with a black line. With an innocent face, is it true that you have misrepresented yourself? This is a bit embarrassing...but Zhao Xiaohua will never admit it, so she cleared her throat and pretended to be serious: "Ahem, that's what I meant, you, you are right, I just show you the hurt , Um..."

    "Great, Xiaohua! Then I'll be waiting for you in the room tonight." Chen Mo immediately took the call, and when Zhao Xiaohua didn't react, he gave a grin on Hanhan's face: "Xiaohua, you last time He also said that I would be rubbed with medicine. It happened that I bought scald medicine today and it came in handy!"

    "..." When did she say she was going to put medicine on this guy! Although he knew that Chen Mo was an honest and honest idiot, and what he said was literal, but I don't know why, Zhao Xiaohua still felt a deep routine.

    But fortunately, Chen Mo's attention is no longer on Ms. Shen Jia. After all, she is a friend who owes debts. She also doesn't want this guy to hang on a tree and become a typical cannon fodder in the plot. It's not nothing. , Zhao Xiaohua rubbed her chest and felt a little embarrassed.

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