Chapter 2290 I Want a Stylist

Time passed by every minute and every second.

The doctors looked at Ye Qingqing's condition, and finally stopped the blood exchange after a while.

"Continue tomorrow."

After giving an order, Ye Qingqing was dismantled from the iron ring, and her limbs were finally loosened, but at this moment she had no strength to move, and could only lie on her last breath.

The bed was pushed, walked through a corridor, and returned to Ye Qingqing's room at the beginning.

She tried her best to open her eyes, and in the weak haze, she seemed to see a familiar figure.

Not other familiarity, but the kind of familiarity that is familiar to the bone.

It was like...seeing myself.

However, when she tried to open her eyes to see more clearly, the bed had already been pushed over the corner, and she had no chance.

In her heart, a strange thought flashed inexplicably, which made her a little uneasy.

It's just that I don't have time to think so much.

As soon as she returned to the house, someone forcibly poured a glass of sweet water.

Immediately afterwards, his thoughts became hazy again, and he lost the ability to think.

The body became weaker, and the whole body fell into the abyss even more. He shouted desperately in his mind, but no one answered.

"Cousin...help me..."

At the moment when consciousness finally sank and became nothingness, a tear fell from the corner of her eye, and she murmured these four words.

However, in the quiet room, no one could hear clearly.

No one cares.

——

It's a brand new morning.

Ye Ning originally thought that he would have no sleep all night, after all, he would go out tomorrow and pretend to be someone else, but the strange thing is that he slept surprisingly well last night.

It's like a lofty ideal and goal that has been worked hard for a long time, and it is about to be realized.

Excited, but safe.

"Miss Ye."

Ye Ning just woke up when he heard a knock on the door.

She smiled, glanced at the person at the door, and said nothing. Her whole body was filled with the air of a young lady, arrogant but not pretentious.

The man in black robe took another look at her, and said politely, "Master asked me to check on your condition."

"Then what do you think of my condition now?" She blinked and looked over.

Beautiful big eyes, piercing.

It's like a Barbie doll with life, so beautiful and cute.

"Hmm...very good." The man paused for a moment before regaining his composure.

Ye Qingqing is indeed extremely beautiful, but she was protected and grew up, and she didn't know how to use these advantages of her body. Even if there are admirers who cast their eyes, she always responds arrogantly, so there are not many men around her, which sometimes makes people overlook her beauty.

What's more, she is still young.

"Then, Miss Ye, please prepare a little bit, and then it's time to go."

"Okay." After Ye Ning responded with a nonchalant attitude, he turned and went back to the room, and began to wash himself.

However, she deliberately didn't brush her teeth or comb her hair, but just washed her face a little.

The hair is messy, but not messy enough.

The complexion is not very good, but it is far from bad enough!

Ye Ning's expression changed slightly, and he suppressed all the colors in his eyes, making himself dull and dull, as if he had suffered a serious setback in life and suffered all kinds of blows.

Immediately afterwards, she walked out of the glass room, looked at the people outside, and asked with a calm expression, "Is there a stylist?"

stylist? ?

How could there be...

They looked at Ye Ning's expression with a sneering look, and thought to themselves, this woman is really slapping her nose.