Chapter 20 A bunch of gossips The voice was old and sinister, and Tang Xiaoman's body felt goosebumps stand up when he heard it.
She looked at the glass curtain wall in front of her, which reflected the scene of the room behind her.
There was no one in the room except her.
But the voice that made her feel very scary still existed, and it looked her up and down: "She looks pretty good for her small body, but she looks a little thin."
It sounded like he was choosing a wife for his family.
Tang Xiaoman took a deep breath, turned around as if nothing had happened, and found that sitting on the wicker chair she had just sat on was a 70-year-old woman with a pale face and a haggard appearance.
Standing next to the old woman was a chubby middle-aged woman , but this woman is the same as the old woman, with a white complexion with a hint of green.
At the feet of the fat woman is squatting a girl with braids, who looks to be no more than six or seven years old.
There was an innocent look on his face that was lifeless.
Tang Xiaoman calmed down, forced himself to stay calm, pretended not to see them with a calm face, then took down a magazine from the bookshelf on one side, walked to the sofa with a floor lamp on the other side, and sat down quietly. , slowly lowered his head and turned the book.
"It turns out that Brother Bai likes girls like this."
Tang Xiaoman didn't need to look up.
Just by listening to the voice, he knew that this was probably what the seven or eight-year-old girl said.
"I want to see how she is different from the others.
Why did Brother Bai rush out regardless of what Sister Xiaolian said she was in danger?
" Then, Tang Xiaoman felt a gust of cold wind blowing over her, making her so cold that she couldn't help but sneeze loudly.
Tang Xiaoman wiped the snot that almost flowed out, pretended to scan the room and glanced at the female ghosts, rubbed the goosebumps that had appeared on his arms for a long time, and said to himself: "The air conditioning in this room is terrible.
It’s so cold.”
As soon as her words came out, the little girl chuckled, and the fat woman scolded sternly: "Girl Lin, you don't want your life, you dare to tease Mr.
Bai's guests."
"What does it matter?
She doesn't know that I'm teasing her."
The little girl jumped back and forth in front of Tang Xiaoman's eyes playfully, sometimes coming over to take a look, and sometimes running to the seventy-year-old man.
Go and act coquettishly.
Slowly, Tang Xiaoman felt that the air around her was getting colder and colder.
While flipping through books, she used the corner of her eye to see that more and more ghosts were gathering in the room.
Without exception, they were all very interested in her, but they seemed to be afraid of something and didn't dare to get close, so they could only gather around her and comment on her, talking overtly and covertly about whether she was in love with Mu Yun.
If white matches.
Tang Xiaoman lowered his head, but felt flustered and short of breath.
Did he enter the Yin Cave?
Otherwise, why would there be so many ghosts gathered around him all of a sudden?
They wouldn't do anything to him, right?
With so many ghosts, I probably wouldn't be able to hold on for a few minutes even with my little dao.
But as a group of ghosts, such gossip is really like the three aunts and six wives who have an older single young man at home, and they match her with Mu Yun Bai Lalang at every turn.
Tang Xiaoman curled her lips and continued to read "concentratedly".
Footsteps were heard upstairs.
After a while, Mu Yunbai appeared at the entrance of the stairs, and the group of ghosts who had just gathered around her to watch the fun.
They dispersed in a flurry and disappeared completely.
This rare purity made Tang Xiaoman involuntarily give out a knowing smile, as bright as the flowers in March and April.
"Is there anything worth being so happy about?"
Mu Yunbai came down from upstairs, looked around and found nothing unusual before asking.
"No, it's nothing."
He couldn't admit that he had been scared by a ghost just now.
Tang Xiaoman pointed to the magazine spread out on his knees and made an excuse for himself, "I just read a joke story in the book."
"Really?"
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Mu Yunbai glanced at the magazine on her lap.
It was just an advertisement for pet grooming.
There was no joke at all in it.
He didn't say anything, but squatted half in front of Tang Xiaoman.
With a serious expression, he asked her to stretch out her injured right arm.
He frowned and checked it carefully under the light.
After making sure that everything was fine, he opened the door he just opened.
I took a glass jar from upstairs, picked some green gel-like plaster with my fingers, and applied it to Tang Xiaoman's bruised and swollen arms, and then rubbed the medicine away with the strength of my palms.
It didn't matter if he didn't rub it, but once he did, Tang Xiaoman howled like a slaughtered pig.
"Ah, ah, it hurts me to death."
Tang Xiaoman howled like a ghost, tears falling down, "Can't you be gentler?"
"This is to give you the effect of rubbing the injury lightly."
Mu Yunbai's face turned dark, but the force of rubbing it with his hands did not reduce at all.
The pain made Tang Xiaoman wish he could take off his entire arm and give it to him.
Those ghosts just now said that he likes him.
Is there anyone who likes people like him?
Tang Xiaoman held his breath and thought unconvinced.
My brain must be broken to listen to what those ghosts say.
After being rubbed vigorously by Mu Yunbai for more than ten minutes, Tang Xiaoman felt that the arm that was so painful just now that he couldn't touch it was now burning hot, and the green plaster he applied to himself now smelled like mint.
The cool feeling, the alternating cool and hot sensations, actually made her feel no pain anymore.
Feeling very surprised, Tang Xiaoman carefully tested his arm.
Except for some invisible blue and red, there was really no feeling of pain anymore.
"This medicine is really magical."
Tang Xiaoman looked at Mu Yunbai with a surprised look on his face, his eyes sparkling with curiosity.
Mu Yunbai coughed dryly, stood up, and packed away his glass jar of plaster.
"Um, can you give me some of this plaster of yours?"
Seeing Mu Yunbai about to take the ointment away, Tang Xiaoman said anxiously, "I often accidentally knock myself into bruises and I want to ask you for some."
Apply the plaster on your own normally.”
Mu Yunbai capped the bottle of ointment and placed it on the tall cabinet aside.
Then he said calmly: "If nothing happens, I will take you back."
It seemed that he didn't hear what Tang Xiaoman just said at all.
Tang Xiaoman couldn't help but feel a little downcast.
She felt that she had been rash just now.
Based on the efficacy of this plaster, it could be regarded as a secret medicine.
It would be great if he could generously use it for himself, so she used it as low as a mosquito.
Na's voice comforted herself: "If it's inconvenient, forget it.
Anyway, those marks will disappear on their own in five or six days
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