"Boss, I''m ready." Guangxuan nodded to Zhang Xingyun, tied up her hair, and then sat down on the chair.


    Yang Xue is weird. She thinks that the woman who is killing herself just now looks like a good girl in front of Zhang Xingyun...


    "Yang Xue, you sit here." Zhang Xingyun pulled a chair and put it beside Guangxuan.


    Although Yang Xue is muddled all the way, she doesn''t ask much. After all, Zhang Xingyun brought her out. She certainly won''t do useless things. She just can''t understand them now.


    Waiting for two people to do well, Zhang Xingyun took out her cloth bag from one side, which contained glittering silver needles.


    "You, what are you doing? I don''t want it Yang Xue almost jumped up from the stool.


    She is afraid of pain.


    Guangxuan twisted her face and said, "this is for me."


    "Ah? Oh. " Yang Xue is relieved, but more curious.


    Does this look like a silver needle of acupuncture? What is Zhang Xingyun doing with this?


    Is there something wrong with this beautiful woman? Need your own help? No, it''s not right. The point should be: Zhang Xingyun will cure the disease?


    Besides Marquis, does this man really have another identity?


    Yang Xue stares at Zhang Xingyun with big eyes. She is really curious.


    She actually wants to know what Zhang Xingyun is doing, or what he wants to do by himself.


    The next second, Yang Xue looks at Zhang Xingyun and stabs a slender silver needle in her hand from the side of the woman''s chin.


    Qi Gen didn''t enter.


    Looking at Yang Xue can''t help but retreat back, her hand still block in front of her eyes, she felt that she looked at the pain.


    But the woman, not only did not say a word, even did not move the expression, two people compared, as if that needle in their own face.


    Thinking of this, Yang Xue''s face turned red.


    "Sit down and try not to move." Zhang Xingyun couldn''t help reminding.


    "Oh."


    After Zhang Xingyun said a word, Yang Xue sat down on the stool and watched Zhang Yun prick silver needles into her face.


    After pricking the silver needle, Zhang Xingyun pinched several times on the woman''s face.


    When Zhang Xingyun gets up, Yang Xue sits on the chair.


    What did she see?


    Scared by the scene in front of me, I couldn''t help but caress my face.


    Because just now that beautiful and shameless face has become his own appearance.


    "Almost. Except for the height, I can''t see anything else." Zhang Xingyun touched her chin and turned to Yang Xue, "do you think it''s like you?"


    Yang Xue was asked by Zhang Xingyun and then came back to her mind.


    But it''s not a question of whether you want to or not, OK? If the clothes are the same, I think I''m standing in the mirror...


    "like... But, what are you doing to make her look like me?" Yang Xue out of surprise, more is puzzled, she does not understand what Zhang Xingyun is trying to do.


    "What else can she do when she looks like you? Of course I went back for you. "


    "Go back? Back to detention? "


    Zhang Xingyun takes you to nod, "if you want her to go back instead of you, you should go home first, but if this is time, you''d better go out less."


    "Xiaoxuan, I''ll leave the rest to you."


    "No problem, boss." There was a soft light in Guangxuan''s eyes.


    Even though her face had been tampered with. Can''t make a large range of expression, even eating can''t open too much mouth, but Yang Xueer also saw the smile of her mouth.


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