Chapter 125 Slap (5)

Shen Liangchuan frowned and stared at the girl in front of him.

She had messy stuff on her face, which looked green and sticky. She was jumping around the room. When she saw him, she immediately bent over and held her belly.

Shen Liangchuan's forehead beat a few times, and his whole body felt bad: "What are you doing?"

Qiao Lian's eyes widened immediately, "I, I'm applying a facial mask..."

Of course he knew it was a facial mask, but didn't he say he had diarrhea? Still in the mood to apply a facial mask?

Qiao Lian saw his cold expression and immediately tensed up her nerves, "Well, actually, having diarrhea and applying a facial mask are a perfect match! After all, time in the toilet is so boring."

Three black lines slid down Shen Liangchuan's forehead.

Qiao Lian coughed, "Do you want to try it?"

Shen Liangchuan resisted the urge to scold her, and took another look at the horrible mask on her face. In the end, he couldn't help but said: "Do you know how to use a mask? It's so bumpy?"

Qiao Lian:......

That's because your face is swollen, okay?

But how to pick up this topic?

She rolled her eyes, lowered her head, and acted as if she had done something wrong, "Um, I'm sorry... I have been longing for this mask for a long time, but I have never been able to afford it. I suddenly saw it today, and I was so excited... Too much."

Shen Liangchuan:......

Qiao Lian also raised her head and took out the box of facial masks, "Mr. Shen, do you want to apply it with me? It's strange, other male celebrities are good at skin care. I see that you have a lot of facial masks at home, but why don't you? Have you ever used it?"

One sentence made Shen Liangchuan's face darken again.

She waved her hand hurriedly: "Ah, I'm not saying that you are not dedicated enough and that your skin is not good. On the contrary, your skin is very good... Do you go to beauty salons for skin care, so you don't use the facial masks at home? I think I'm going to use it. It’s expired, or... let me use it for you? There’s no need to waste it!"

The veins on Shen Liangchuan's forehead jumped, and he threw the medicine on the coffee table. "Take three pills at a time. I'll leave first."

Then turned and left.

After he left the room, Qiao Lian breathed a sigh of relief.

He touched the mask on his face and silently praised his wit.

Shen Liangchuan was the most unpredictable person. She pretended to have diarrhea. What if he had to rush in?

So she rummaged around in the bathroom and found a mask to put on her face, just in case.

But……

She looked at the medicine on the coffee table, her eyes glazed over.

He had left and suddenly came back to deliver medicine to her?

Is this an apology for what happened a few days ago?

She picked up the medicine on the coffee table and smiled silently.

She must have reluctantly accepted this apology.

After confirming that the car had left, she rushed to the bathroom and washed the mask off her face.

There were wounds on my face. When I applied the mask, it hurt a lot. It took a lot of effort to wash it off. After I washed my face, I realized that my face was even more red and swollen.

Qiao Lian silently applied ice cubes and sat on the sofa. Her previous joy faded away and her expression became lonely.

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Shen Liangchuan drove his car and left the villa when his cell phone rang.

He answered casually, and Song Cheng's voice came from the other side: "Brother Shen, have you read Weibo? Wang Wenhao actually beat a reporter to death!"

reporter?

When Shen Liangchuan heard this, his eyes suddenly shrank.

He parked the car on the side of the road, quickly picked up his phone, and saw the video on Weibo.