Chapter 70 Chapter 70 Update

One million? Just hugging a baby once and you can get one million in medical expenses?!

All of Yan Su's attention was completely diverted from the young master's exposed chest because of Yiwanwan. She raised her head with her eyes shining surprisingly brightly.

She is currently participating in the variety show "Heartbeat Only for You" and the remuneration she finally agreed upon is 150,000 yuan per episode, for a total of 900,000 yuan for six episodes.

From now on, she can earn 1 million just by hugging the little master, which is more than what she earned by filming six episodes of variety shows.

Not only can you earn 1 million, but you can also...

Yan Su's eyes involuntarily moved downwards and glanced at the young master's chest, her heart beating heavily again.

She was a little moved, mainly because the young master gave her so much that no normal person could refuse.

but.

Yan Su glanced at the two people's clasped hands, and a strange feeling surged in her heart again. Her little heart in her chest was beating "boom boom boom" like a drum.

Her sanity, which had been almost completely corroded by money, stubbornly recovered a lot at this moment, and hesitation appeared on her face.

Holding hands is fine, but isn’t hugging a bit too intimate?

Wen Muchan looked at her face and lowered his brows slightly.

"Cough cough." He coughed twice.

Yan Su looked at him.

"I'm sorry, Susu," Wen Muchan said softly, his face clearly filled with disappointment. "I was too impatient. I was so focused on getting my legs back to health that I wanted to change the treatment. I was inconsiderate."

He forced a smile and said, "It's my fault. Just forget what I just said."

Yan Su listened to his deep voice and saw the disappointment in his eyes and brows. Suddenly, her mind was hot and she said, "Young Master, you are right. I agree to this."

Wen Muchan raised his head, his expression changed instantly, and he said with a smile: "Really?"

Seeing the smile in his eyes, Yan Su's fevered head turned into a mess, and she muttered to herself, "That's right."

She thought to herself, since this body and the young master have already given birth to a son, it shouldn't be a big deal to hold her a few times, right?

"Susu," Wen Muchan said in a low, gentle voice, "Thank you."

Yan Su felt that her brain was not working, and her ears and chest were hot and numb.

Why did the young master's voice sound so gentle, making her feel so anxious?

Yan Su squatted down, and their eyes were level.

Wen Muhan resisted the urge to raise his hand and touch her face, saying, "Susu, one million is too little. I can't take advantage of you."

Yan Su, whose mind was still not fully clear, asked: "Ah?"

What? Where is the one million missing?

Wen Muhan: "From now on, you will use hugs to treat me. The fee is two million."

The number "two million" completely cleared Yan Su's confused mind.

Her eyes widened.

Two million? Two million for one hug?!

The only remaining thought in Yan Su's mind that the hug was inappropriate was completely shattered by the sky-high medical fee of two million.

Who says hugging is inappropriate? It is. Absolutely. There is no better way to treat it.

The young master is just a patient. What's wrong with wanting to stand up after his legs have been disabled for several years?

She is just a little star who works diligently to make money. What's wrong with hugging the young master for two million in medical expenses?

That’s right, neither she nor the young master was wrong.

Yan Sumei smiled and said seriously, "I'll listen to you about the medical expenses. You have the final say."

Wen Muchan looked at her happy expression and wanted to touch her head.

He raised the other hand that was on the wheelchair, but finally put it back.

Don't rush, take your time.

Wen Muhan spoke casually, as if chatting, "I watched the live broadcast today. That Luo Hongyuan..."

He paused and said, "Susu, before hiring you as my personal chef, Butler Zhao investigated your situation, so I know about the conflict between you and Luo Hongyuan five years ago."

Yan Su expected this, as rich people could understand it.

Wen Muhan said, "I can call the director of Orange TV and have Luo Hongyuan kicked off the guest list."

Yan Su quickly waved her hands, "No need, I have a way to deal with him."

But she couldn't let Luo Hongyuan, the old man, leave. She had to collect the 10 million yuan debt from the original owner herself.

Is it not too much to ask him to pay 20 million including interest?

Once she gets 20 million from Luo Hongyuan, plus her current savings, she will start the laboratory she promised to open for Guaibao... well, the money is still not enough.

Thinking about the money needed to open a laboratory, Yan Su became worried again, but she cheered up the next second.

It’s okay, she still has the young master, and he gets two million for hugging her once.

Yan Su couldn't sit still anymore.

The young master just said that he wanted to change the treatment method, but did not specify when to do so.

If she hugged the young master today, wouldn't she be able to get two and a half million from him when she left?

Yan Su's eyes widened. This was two and a half million.

She rolled her eyes, sighed, and said with worry on her face: "Young Master, I'm worried about your legs."

Wen Muchan knew what she was planning and his hands trembled slightly.

she……

Yan Su's eyes sparkled: "Why don't we try hug therapy today?"

Wen Muchan's grip on her hand suddenly increased, and his ears felt slightly hot.

He met Yan Su's burning gaze and nodded, "Okay."

Yan Su's eyes lit up and she stood up quickly.

Wen Muchan's eyes fell on her waist. Her waist was so slender that he could almost hold it with one hand.

This will be the first time the two of them hug each other, which is of great significance.

Yan Su: "Young Master."

Wen Muchan looked up at her.

Yan Su smiled shyly at him, bent down and threw herself into his arms.

Two million, here I come!!!

Wen Muchan was caught off guard and his heart beat wildly when she bumped into him. His nose was filled with her unique fragrance.

He subconsciously raised his hand to hold her waist, and the soft touch made his heart flutter.

When he hugged Yan Su, he inexplicably felt a strong feeling of loss and recovery in his heart, which was so strong that his heart almost stopped.

At this moment, Wen Muhan suddenly didn't want to wait any longer and wanted to express his feelings to her directly.

He said in a hoarse voice: "Susu, I..."

However, as soon as he opened his mouth, he felt his arms become empty.

Yan Su stepped out of his arms and stood up straight, "Okay."

She had just counted and found that she had held the young master for a full thirty seconds.

Thirty seconds for two million, that's totally worth it.

Yan Su looked at the young master with anticipation.

Wen Muhan met her eyes and saw a pure desire for money in her eyes, without a trace of ambiguity between men and women.

He burst out laughing.

Forget it, now is not the time to confess, I can’t scare people away.

Wen Muhan glanced at his legs. At least, until he could stand up.

He took out his cell phone and transferred three million to her.

Yan Su looked at the money that the young master transferred over.

Three million! She'd made three million in less than two hours! That was half a million more than the agreed-upon reward!

Yan Su said sincerely: "Don't worry, young master, I will come over to hug you and treat your leg when I have time."

…

In the night.

Yan Su hummed a tune and happily rode her bicycle towards Taohua Village.

The cool night breeze blew over her, and her brain, which had been heated up because she had earned three million, gradually cooled down.

Then, another emotion quietly crept into my heart.

Just now, her mind was full of two million, and she completely ignored the feeling of hugging the young master.

Yan Su pedaled the bicycle hard, her heart beating "thump, thump".

What brand of shower gel does the young master use? It smells so good.

And the young master's chest... The image of the young master under the loose bathrobe appeared in front of her eyes... ahem.

Oh, she was just thinking about making two million in the shortest time possible, and didn't even hug the young master properly.

No, one must have a conscience. It's two million. Next time, I'll hold her longer during treatment. I can't let the young master suffer.

That night, Wen Muchan's dreams were all about Yan Su.

He suffers from insomnia.

.

The next day, at eight o'clock in the morning.

Yan Su was extremely energetic and in a good mood. Thinking of the three million she earned last night, the corners of her mouth were always raised.

The live broadcast has started.

【Here it comes.】

【Morning, morning, morning.】

Good morning, everyone riding the subway or bus.

…

Everyone is busy with their own things.

The socially anxious old man Kong Bai and the cold and indifferent old boss Lin Jianguo are making breakfast in the kitchen.

He Su, who only wants to work, and Liu Yinyin, a wealthy woman who inherited the estates of her four husbands, plant flowers in the garden of their small Western-style house.

Yan Su held the soy milk made by Dandan in her left hand and the egg tart made by Guaibao in her right hand, and ate them while strolling.

I didn’t expect that Guaibao’s cooking skills are as good as Dandan’s, and the food he makes tastes amazing too.

Song Zhaozhao is applying a facial mask.

Liao Qiu opened the door and came out of the room.

It took her more than an hour to put on her exquisite makeup, but no matter how good the makeup was, it couldn't hide the deep fatigue in her eyes.

Yes, she couldn't sleep last night because the dog owner called her to ask about the progress of digging Yan Su.

It's only the first day, what progress can there be?!

The more Liao Qiu thought about it, the sadder he felt. He looked up and saw Yan Su with her bare face, but she still looked radiant.

She had a heart attack and her chest felt tight.

Yan Su was drinking soy milk and glanced at Liao Qiu out of the corner of her eye as she walked past her.

Liao Qiu immediately smiled and said gently, "Susu, good morning."

The other side.

After washing up, Dandan and Guaibao changed their clothes, put on small hats, and carried small backpacks, and asked Ding Cheng to take them away from Taohua Village.

Along the way, Ding Cai seemed to be hesitant to speak and wanted to ask them where they were going several times, but in the end he couldn't ask.

Until he followed the two of them and stood in front of the door of a suite on the top floor of a B&B.

Ding Cheng: “???”

Wait, isn’t this the place where the young master stayed yesterday?

Ding Cheng's eyelids twitched violently, and he immediately took out his cell phone to send a message to the young master.

The six bodyguards guarding the door naturally recognized Dandan and Guaibao, as these two guys were the young master's future step-sons and step-daughters.

The eldest among them squatted down, forced a smile, and asked kindly, "Kids, what can I do for you?"

Dandan said, "I have something to ask your boss."

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a "click" and the door in front of him was opened.

Dandan raised his head and met eyes with Wen Muhan who was sitting in a wheelchair.

Dandan tilted his little head and said in a serious voice, "Are you the sickly young master they were talking about?"

Wen Muhan nodded: "Yes."

…

Two minutes later, inside the room.

Dandan and Guaibao were sitting on stools, both of them looked extremely serious.

Dandan said directly: "My biological father is dead. Do you want to be the stepfather of me and Guaibao?"

Wen Muhan: "..."

His eyebrows twitched slightly, and he inexplicably felt like he was being scolded in person.