Young Master Zhan's Xueba Little Crazy Wife

What rolled to the ground turned out to be a black earphone box.

But there is a group photo of two boys printed on the box, one is Mo Yunting, and the other is a boy who looks immature but gentle as jade.

Su Qiao has seen that boy!

According to the information she has been checking, among the eight teenagers who died, this boy was among them.

Didn't expect Mo Yunting to know this boy?

At this time, Mo Yunting was already curled up in pain, with large beads of sweat rolling down his forehead.

Mo Wuyun looked at Su Qiao and said, "Little gentleman, I will ask him to dispense the medicine for you himself, and I promise to fill up all the medicines you want, and I will definitely teach him a lesson in the future, please hold me high..."

Su Qiao walked towards Mo Yunting, reached out and pulled out a few hidden silver needles.

In just a moment, Mo Yunting's pain eased, and the way he looked at Su Qiao had completely changed.

It never occurred to him that such a young boy could already know how to play with silver needles!

Such a simple two strokes made him feel unbearable pain without any external force.

Even his grandfather, the technique of silver needles could not achieve such a superb level!

He sat up from the ground, dissatisfied and asked curiously:
"Where are you from? What's your name? Why haven't I seen you before?"

"I don't have time to hang around every day."

Su Qiao answered casually, picked up the earphone box next to it and handed it to him.

Before he reached out to take it, he asked, "Do you know the person in the picture?"

"What's none of your business?" Mo Yunting snatched back his earphone box, stood up from the ground, and distanced himself from him, for fear of being hurt by him again.

Mo Wuyun immediately scolded: "Don't be rude! How did I teach you before? Didn't I tell you to treat customers well? Sell medicine well? Go and dispense medicine for this little gentleman!"

"But all the medicines he wants to buy are..."

Mo Yunting still wanted to complain, but Mo Wuyun raised his hand and wanted to slap him again.

"Beep beep? Do you want to be beaten again?"

His words were full of sternness, like a strict father.

Mo Yunting didn't want to argue with him, so he could only grab the medicine with the medicine book.

With so many medicines, he had to prepare them one by one in the huge warehouse, and each item only needed a small portion...

Really mad!

Professor Ge surrounded Su Qiao and asked curiously:
"Master, what kind of research are you buying the medicine for? Can you tell me? I can definitely help you!"

Hands down...

Everyone around has been shocked countless times, and the dignified old professor Ge has been reduced to a thug. How powerful is this young man?
Where did it come from?

Su Qiao didn't like being followed by so many people, and she still had something to ask Mo Yunting.

She thought about it, and said to Professor Ge: "I do need your help, but..."

Her gaze wandered over the people behind him with some embarrassment.

Professor Ge Lao instantly understood that Master thought there were too many people.

Master didn't want others to know, so he wanted to tell him?

This must be a big move!

He immediately looked at everyone behind him: "Today's academic research can only be arranged another day, you go back first, and I will contact you when I am free."

"no problem."

"But what do you want to study? Can you bring us with you?"

"We all want to see how powerful you are as a master, so let us learn more!"

Everyone was pleading curiously.

Professor Ge Lao immediately said: "That can't be done! I'll talk to you later when I have free time. Go, go, go."

He took the initiative to drive a few people out.

Those people are also not good at confronting Professor Ge Lao, so they can only leave one after another.

Only Mo Wuyun and Professor Ge Lao were left on the scene.

Su Qiao said to Professor Ge Lao: "To be honest, I need a medical research room with better privacy to do research, and I also need a series of checklists.

If Professor Ge has time, prepare it for me. After I get the medicine, I will go directly to you. "

"It's easy! I happen to have the best location and I can offer it to you, but you have to promise me that you have to bring me to do your research together!" Professor Ge Lao demanded.

It's been a long time since I saw him, once he produced it, it must be a masterpiece!
Su Qiao thought of the complexity of this project, so she had no choice but to say, "Okay."

It's good to bring someone to help, Professor Ge's tone is relatively strict, and he will not betray him.

Professor Ge Lao immediately ran away happily and quickly went to make preparations.

When leaving, he dragged Mo Wuyun to leave together, for fear that Mo Wuyun would chat with his master and take away his master.

Su Qiao fell silent. She remembered Mo Yunting's earphone box, and her eyes darkened again.

She remembered that in the information, the boy's name was Qing Yin, and he was a niche designer.

The reason why it is a small crowd is because his cloth is all unknown to ordinary people, it is rare and extremely precious.

He made at most two pieces of clothes a year, one of which was a cardigan as thin as a cicada's wings, which was collected in a national museum.

It's a pity that the young man who was supposed to be shining and glowing died the night before he turned 20. He died in the same way as Xia Xingchen, without any trace or trace.

Mo Yunting still has a photo with Qing Yin, could it be that he knows some clues?
Before she walked to the medicine cabinet, she saw Mo Yunting weighing western medicine powder with a small scale.

She only buys 1g of many medicinal powders, so it is very difficult to measure.

Mo Yunting was furious, and his face was particularly gloomy.

Su Qiao walked over, picked up the special medicine powder paper bag, inserted it into the medicine casually, picked it up again, sealed the paper bag, and went to get other medicines.

When Mo Yunting saw him, he scolded: "What are you doing? Don't you only buy 1g of each item? How do you calculate the price in the end?"

"Each bag is 1g. If you don't believe me, check the measurement." Su Qiao threw several small bags to him.

Mo Yunting frowned, she just packs it so casually, each bag is 1g?

How can this be?

He weighed it in disbelief, only to find that it was a little more than 1g!
Excluding the weight of the paper bag, the standard 1g!

And every bag is the same!

This... this is simply amazing!

Su Qiao said: "I can help you pack western medicine, but you have to tell me about Qingyin."

Mo Yunting was a little tempted. He installed so many medicinal materials by himself. At least he would have to stay up late until tomorrow. If this young man is willing to help...

However, he still looked at Su Qiao warily:
"Why do you inquire about him? I am a loyal person, and I will not betray my friends at will."

"Don't worry, I just admire the clothes he designed, and I just want to know some stories about him." Su Qiao said in a deep voice.

Mo Yunting's face looked better now, "Okay, I can tell you, but you have to fill up all the western medicines!"

"Okay, no problem." Su Qiao brought over a stack of small paper bags.

Since Mo Yunting is willing to speak, he must be able to find out some clues!