Genius Doctor: Black Belly Miss

In the quiet hall, there is a faint floral fragrance. The floral fragrance is not sticky, but with a refreshing fragrance, it is not too greasy for a long time. August 1 Chinese W ≤ W ≈ W =. ≈8≠1≥Z≥W≈. ≤C≥OM

Han Yiyi stepped into the small hall, his face was a bit ugly. Every step, she had an urge to turn away from the place immediately.

However, she can't.

"Where is the saint?" Han Yu asked the maid in the small hall and asked.

"The saint is in the study." The maid said.

Han Hao secretly sneered.

The study is also a study.

It is clearly a saint of the Virgin, and has a very high status, but that person is a partial life who likes to do these meaningless things. Whoever holds the tattered books every day, and who does it look for?

"I know, Yun elders let me have something to convey to her, I will go to her." Han Han stretched a face.

The maid nodded slyly.

From the small hall into the promenade, through the gorgeous courtyard, watching the pavilion carved out of jade, watching the crystal blended with the snow inlaid on the ground, Han Han's heart is a little gloomy.

This is the small hall where the saints lived in the past. It is also the most luxurious place of the saints. The best things in the whole family have been sent here, allowing the saints to enjoy, which is also the most desirable place for the saints.

At an early age, Han Yu had dreamed countless times, and he was able to live in such a good place, but the result was **** cruelty and reality.

All the way to the study, Han Hao did not remember how many good things he saw.

Since the escape of Han Zikai, this small hall has also been vacated. Only the maids come to clean every day, while others are not allowed to enter.

She took a deep breath and raised her hand and knocked on the door.

"Who?" A gentle and pleasant voice in the room sounded.

Han Weidao: "The saint, it is me, Han Wei."

There was no sound in the study, and Han Han only felt the burning tingling on his face.

It is obvious that she and Han Zikai have the same mother. Why, it is Han Zikai, not her? !

I haven't waited for Han Shu's heart to burn, and the door of the study was opened up.

A woman with a delicate face is wearing a very simple goose-yellow dress. The black long hanging behind her is obviously the simplest dress, but it is more eye-catching than the March sun. It is so beautiful that it can't be moved. Sight.

Han Ziyu...

The third saint of the Virgin is also the most beautiful woman of the Virgo.

Han Hao often sees the face of Han Zikai and wants to tear her off and stick it on her face.

"The Virgin." Han Han lowered his head and tried to cover up the unsuccessful one.

"Han Han? How come you come to me today?" Han Zi's voice is mild, but the eyebrows are with a bit of fierceness and heroism, not as delicate as an ordinary woman.

"If there is anything, let's talk about it." Han Zixiao chuckled, turned and walked into the study, sat down at the desk casually, and put the book that had not been read aside.

Han Hao stepped into the study, and the rows of bookshelves in the entire study were filled with some old books. Those books did not know how many years passed, and they could only be preserved in the cold environment of the sacred mountain. It’s so good, but if you look closely, each of the books seems to have been read through countless times, and the corners are already somewhat hairy.