Quick Travel: Three Thousand Worlds Are Just Playthings

Song Dongyan was speechless. Song Bojian didn't know how many times he had asked this question today.

"It's very good-looking and suits you very well. Don't be so nervous. You can kill so many people instantly just with your face."

Song Bojian touched her face and said with some anxiety: "I don't know if Miaomiao likes me? She hasn't looked at me since she woke up."

Song Dongyan reached out and touched Song Bojian's forehead, and asked in surprise: "Ajian, are you okay? Could it be that something dirty got on you?"

"What nonsense are you talking about? Take your dirty hands off."

After Song Bojian knocked off Song Dongyan's hand, he wiped his forehead with the handkerchief he brought with him.

He despises himself as much as before, and it seems that he is not possessed.

Song Dongyan still couldn't believe it. He was obviously a brother who grew up together, so why didn't he realize that he was still a lover?

Just when Song Dongyan was feeling depressed alone, there was a knock on the door of the room.

Zui Jiangyue is a VIP. If you want to book a room here, you must have both money and status, otherwise you will not be accepted.

After Sister Lan knew that the place for lunch was Zui Jiangyue, she became even more certain that Song Bojian's identity was not simple. Only with the status of actor, she could not get Zui Jiangyue's VIP card.

Sister Lan drove Shi Miao, who was fully armed, to the front desk of Zui Jiangyue. After reporting her room number, she was taken to the third floor by a middle-aged man who looked like a manager.

After the man knocked on the door, the door never opened. Sister Lan was still a little strange. She was about to ask if she had gone to the wrong room when the door was opened.

It was Song Bojian who opened the door. After opening the door, he looked blankly at Shi Miao who was standing behind Sister Lan:

"Miaomiao, you're here. How is your injury? I brought you medicine."

As he spoke, Song Bojian took out an exquisite porcelain box from his pocket and handed it to Shi Miao.

The middle-aged man, Uncle Sun, looked at Song Bojian carefully and saw that he was not mistaken!It's my young master!

This was the first time I saw Uncle Sun from Song Bojian being so attentive. He rubbed his eyes in disbelief.

Shi Miao said nothing and did not take the medicine from Song Bojian's hand. Song Bojian was very disappointed.

Uncle Sun was also a little anxious, but fortunately Song Dongyan came out to relieve the embarrassment:

"Ajian, let Miss Ke come in first, and we'll talk after she comes in."

"Oh, Miaomiao, come in quickly." Song Bojian turned sideways and made way for Shi Miao to pass.

Shi Miao was not polite, wiped Song Bojian's clothes and entered the room.

After Shi Miao entered the room, Song Bojian followed closely behind. After the four people were seated, Song Dongyan ordered Uncle Sun who was standing outside the door:

"Uncle Sun, serve the food!"

"Okay, Master Dongyan."

The conversation between the two made Shi Miao and Sister Lan realize that Zui Jiangyue should be the property of the Song family.

No wonder Song Bojian and the others chose to make an appointment here. There is no place like their own to make people feel at ease.

Song Bojian sat next to Shi Miao. Seeing that Shi Miao had not spoken since he sat down, Song Bojian pulled Shi Miao's sleeve aggrievedly:

"Miaomiao, don't be angry. I didn't mean it last night. I know I was wrong. This medicine is very effective. You can try it."

Song Bojian opened the ointment in his hand and handed it to Shi Miao. Shi Miao originally didn't want to talk to Song Bojian, but changed his mind after smelling the fragrance of the ointment.

The pure white ointment exudes a refreshing fragrance that attracts attention.

After Shi Miao took the medicine, he curiously asked Song Bojian, "Where did you get this box of medicine?"

Snow lotus, meridian fruit, cardamom, and zheyu, these medicinal materials that are now very rare or even extinct, appeared in this small bottle of ointment, which made Shi Miao very curious about who was selling this ointment.

Song Bojian was very happy that Shi Miao liked what she made, and immediately said that she would send a few more bottles to Shi Miao:

"I made this myself. If you like it, I'll get a few more bottles for you."

Shi Miao looked at Song Bojian in surprise and asked, "Did you do it yourself? Do you know medical skills?"

"Somewhat good. Miaomiao, are you interested in medical skills?"

Song Bojian looked at Shi Miao expectantly, waiting for her answer.

Song Bojian didn't like anything in particular, with the exception of medical skills. If Miaomiao was also interested in medical skills, Song Bojian would be so happy.

"Fortunately."

Shi Miao answered a little coldly.

Song Bojian didn't mind either. Just when he was about to say a few more words to Shi Miao, Shi Miao turned to Sister Lan:

"Sister, please use this medicine and apply it on my wound."

"it is good."

Sister Lan took the ointment, and Shi Miao took off the mask he had been wearing on his face and the silk scarf around his neck.

Seeing the injuries on Shi Miao's mouth and neck, Song Dongyan took a deep breath, secretly bumped Song Bojian with his elbow, and whispered:

"Jian, you are too cruel! No wonder this little girl is angry and doesn't want to talk to you."

"I didn't mean it. I was drugged and couldn't control myself."

Song Pajian looked at Shi Miao distressedly, and secretly blamed herself in her heart.

After applying the medicine, Shi Miao leaned on the chair and did not want to speak. Song Pajian came to Shi Miao's side and apologized sincerely again:

"Miaomiao, I'm sorry. I know I was wrong. Don't be angry. Can you please pay attention to me?"

At the end, Song Bojian's voice was filled with tears.

Shi Miao looked at Song Bojian, who was about to cry with guilt, and felt a little soft-hearted:

"Okay, I said I know you didn't mean it, and I don't blame you."

Song Bojian carefully pulled Shi Miao's sleeve, still glancing at Shi Miao. When she saw that Shi Miao didn't refuse, she felt a little happier:

"Miaomiao, what food do you want to eat? My brother and I don't know what you like to eat, so we just ordered a few dishes.

Would you like to take a look at the menu and pick something you like? "

Shi Miao thought for a while, since everyone is here, of course she has to eat her favorite dishes.

"Bring me the menu and I'll take a look."

"it is good."

Song Bojian's eyes suddenly lit up, and she quickly stood up, took the menu from the table, and handed it to Shi Miao.

Shi Miao flipped through a few pages and found that most of the dishes on the menu were specially eaten by the ancient royal family. This made Shi Miao even more curious about Song Bojian's identity.

"Add a piece of Buddha's hand cake and a rice wine cheese soup for me."

"it is good."

After Song Bojian silently named the two dishes, he handed the menu to Song Dongyan.

Song Dongyan could only accept his fate and act as a waiter to announce the dishes.

When he came back, he happened to meet Uncle Sun coming to serve the food. Song Dongyan subconsciously opened the door of the box and let people in.

This made Shi Miao, who didn't want outsiders to see her like this, panicked and quickly turned her back to the door.

After Song Bojian noticed Shi Miao's movements, he quickly stood up and blocked Shi Miao.

Although neither of them reacted slowly, Uncle Sun at the door still saw the hickey on Shi Miao's neck.