The next day, Anqing settled the bill and had Nancheng picked up by someone, and then he kept her in a single-family house she bought specially.
During those days when Nancheng was recovering from his injuries, Anqing bought various powerful medicines from various black markets that could help people recover quickly and well.
Because An Qing knew that once the disease that Nancheng was infected with broke out, her previous plans would come to nothing, so she spent a lot of money on Nancheng for this plan.
Nancheng didn't know what An Qing was thinking, but he just thought that her feelings for him were still lingering.
Sometimes he would touch his face wrapped in gauze and say to An Qing affectionately: "Actually, if you weren't so serious at that time, in fact, we It may not be that there is no future.
Now it seems that those class beauties, Lin Jinyu, are not even half as good as you are to me.
I was just blind at the time."
An Qing really didn't like what Nancheng said.
Every time Nancheng said this, she felt sick and wanted to vomit.
But no matter how obvious her disgust was, the other party insisted that she was pretending on purpose.
After a long time, An Qing simply sneered and let Nancheng say it, because as Nancheng's wounds healed, he would soon know what An Qing really thought.
An Qing hoped that by then, he could still say such things.
After about two months, Nancheng finally recovered.
On the day when the gauze was removed, Nancheng looked at himself in the mirror and was almost shocked.
Although Nancheng used to be a handsome guy with a temperament, gentle and elegant, and he looked a bit like a male star from a certain country, but now after being transformed by the black market doctor, he has completely turned into that kind of pitiful guy.
Xiaohua is the kind of delicate girl who will cry if she touches her.
"What do you think, you like it?"
An Qing looked at Nancheng, her eyes full of smiles.
She chose this image, and the effect was hardly compromised.
"Shouldn't he be the glamorous type?
How could it be like this?"
Nancheng was a little dissatisfied.
He felt that he should become a beautiful woman who would attract people's attention when walking on the street, not such a delicate flower. type.
"You don't understand this.
You are the only one who makes people want to bully you.
If you don't believe me, just go out with me and you will know.
As a woman, this look is the most popular."
An Qing shook her head.
Said very firmly.
"Really, you didn't lie to me?"
Nancheng looked at the mirror, then at An Qing, and asked hesitantly.
"You will know if you try it yourself."
After An Qing finished speaking, he took out a floral dress and handed it to Nancheng.
"I don't like this kind of clothes, they look so earthy."
Nancheng glanced at the clothes in An Qing's hand with some disgust and did not take them.
"You who owe money, do you still want to wear my clothes?
Are you worthy of it?
Let me tell you, this is the skirt of the aunt who used to work here.
Do you want to wear it?"
An Qing threw the skirt aside and said sarcastically.
Nancheng looked at An Qing, took two deep breaths, and thought that he had successfully undergone gender reassignment and plastic surgery.
As long as he took the opportunity to leave here, he could live the life he wanted in the future, so he endured his anger and held on.
The skirt went to the bathroom of the room where he had been staying.
The skirt was put on Nancheng's body, and coupled with the delicate expression on his face, he instantly transformed into a figure who seemed to have just entered society and was somewhat ignorant.
An Qing glanced at Nancheng and said, "It's not bad.
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Let's go and let you see the effect."
Nancheng followed Anqing out of the house where he had lived for a long time but had never left the house.
After backing up the car several times, Nancheng looked at the unfamiliar streets and the noisy crowd and said doubtfully: "This, This is not my hometown.”tgt ttrgt: