Chapter 47: Gentlemen at the table, villains behind the table
Why is Fu Shizheng here?
Minghua was completely confused.
If others would be somewhat flattering and deliberately approach Mingzhu because of her status as an "S"-level healer.
This group of proud sons of heaven who hold the lifeblood of the empire have absolutely no need for this. Didn't they see Mingzhu trying every possible way to talk to Fu Shizheng, but Fu Shizheng ignored her?
At school, Mingzhu even went to the basketball court to bring water to Jin Chenye, but unfortunately she was intercepted by herself.
Therefore, Ming Huan was extremely wary of Fu Shizheng's inexplicable appearance in the Ming family.
Especially when Fu Shizheng looked at her just now, she inexplicably saw some anger and resentment in his eyes.
She shook her head. What kind of grudge could there be between her and Fu Shizheng?
I suddenly thought of what happened backstage after my last speech and couldn't help but shrink my nose.
With Jin Chenye, who repeatedly slaps her in the face, Fu Shizheng might also fall in love with her and want to slap her in the face.
If it were a few days ago, Ming Huan would definitely not be so confident. She thought that these chosen ones valued face more than anything else. Even if they regretted it later and liked her a little, as long as she repeatedly remembered what they said at the beginning, it would be difficult for them to lose face.
Who knew that such a scoundrel like Jin Chenye would appear.
Minghuan's ominous premonition became stronger and stronger, and became even more severe during dinner at night.
Perhaps it was because she was valued by Jin Chenye. Even when she was chased by a strange beast in the live broadcast room witnessed by hundreds of millions of people, he did not abandon her directly, which made the Ming family think that she was useful and gave her a chance to sit at the table for dinner.
Mingchang sat in the main seat.
Zhuang Mei and Ming Zhu sat on either side of him.
Minghuan sat below Zhuang Mei, and Fu Shizheng sat next to Mingzhu.
This resulted in Ming Huan and Fu Shi Zheng being faced to each other.
Looking at Minghua's extremely beautiful little face, Mingzhu frowned slightly. She couldn't find any other reason and there was no other position to exchange with, so she sighed and endured it.
In the main seat, Mingchang was showing off the pearl:
"Boss Fu, I don't know if you've seen this news. Some time ago, the survival rate of soldiers on the border planet increased significantly. No one died after the mental turmoil."
Such a shocking event naturally caused a huge uproar when it was reported back to the main planet.
Fu Shizheng nodded, "It's true. I heard that there was a very powerful healer helping him, but I suspect more that Zhan Liefeng has a group of healers in captivity and is preparing to transfer him back to the main planet."
For such a major event, Fu Shizheng naturally sent people to investigate it in detail. Unfortunately, Zhan Liefeng kept the news secret and nothing useful was found for the time being.
In other words, the Fu Group mainly deals in mecha business, which has little to do with healing power, so he didn't pay much attention to it.
However, when Mingchang mentioned this matter at this time, it was definitely not a simple discussion.
Sure enough, the next second, Mingchang said with a smile on his face:
"What Marshal Zhan said is true. We really have a powerful healer helping us."
"But Mr. Fu must not know that this healer is our Mingzhu."
As he spoke, he turned and looked at Mingzhu, with a look of joy on his face after learning the truth that had been concealed from him.
"Oh, if the people from the Marshal's Mansion hadn't come to me personally, I wouldn't have known that you, Mingzhu, could now help people with their mental energy through the holographic cabin."
"I was so scared that I thought I had done something wrong."
"dad!"
Mingzhu's smiling face froze, and she didn't know what Mingchang was saying.
What is holographic cabin mental power combing?
Can't it only be done face to face?
What's more, it takes a long time for a healer to recover after combing someone's hair. How could she possibly give such an important opportunity to the soldiers on the border star?
In Mingchang's eyes, this look showed that the child had grown up and started to feel shy.
"I know Mingzhu you want to do some good things in secret, but it's such an important matter, you should still tell your parents."
"You were all the holographic world rage a while ago, and your nickname was Huaya, the Little Painter. Aren't you the one?"
"Who else can do this except you who have "S" level healing power?"
"Not only the Marshal's Mansion, but even the Research Institute sent me a message, inviting me to visit sometime."
After Mingchang said this, Mingzhu, who was about to explain something, stopped immediately.
You are right.
She is the only one in the entire galaxy with "S" level healing power.
No one can surpass her.
So what if she admits it? Is there anyone who can stand up and expose her?
Who knows what means the little painter used to cure the border soldier in that painting? He didn't dare to admit it, so maybe there was something wrong with his identity. It was for her own good that she helped cover it up.
She nodded quickly, with a hint of blush on her face.
"Dad, I originally wanted to do something good secretly. I felt so sorry for them dying from their mental disorder that I wanted to give it a try. I didn't think it would succeed at first."
"Hahahaha," Mingchang laughed, "Zhuzhu, you are just too modest."
"Now even the research institute has invited us to take a look."
Mingchang was very pleased, wondering when he had ever been treated so well.
The Imperial Research Institute is not accessible to ordinary people. The projects being researched there are enough to change the future direction of the entire empire.
He really gave birth to a good daughter.
Mingchang was very proud and turned to look at Fu Shizheng and praised him:
"Our Mingzhu is not only the empire's first "S"-level healer, but also a hero of the empire. This is what Marshal Zhan said, Mr. Fu, don't you agree?"
Men are competitive.
Mingchang tried to use verbal provocation to make Fu Shizheng and Zhan Liefeng fight for the pearl.
Whoever gives more, pays a higher price, and demonstrates greater strength.
Mingzhu will choose whom in the end.
Fu Shizheng nodded.
At this moment, he finally understood why the old man insisted on having him come to the Ming family.
So that's how it is.
Can Mingzhu actually help heal mental power remotely through the holographic cabin?
This is truly a groundbreaking discovery.
It is enough to affect the development of the future world.
Whoever can seize the opportunity will be able to take advantage of the situation.
Fu Shizheng continued to discuss with Mingchang for a few more sentences, his expression still completely calm.
Ming Hua sneered at the gentleman's appearance, if it weren't for the fact that the man's legs under the table were tightly clamped around her calves.
"hiss."
Minghua gasped suddenly.
It immediately attracted the attention of the whole family.
He hurriedly picked up a piece of food and put it into his mouth, pretending to be amazed and embarrassed as he explained:
“This is delicious.”
Mingzhu covered her lips and laughed softly.
It turns out that he comes from a garbage planet and has never eaten good food.
It was the moment to show her good sisterliness. Although she didn't know what the holographic world painting and the little painter Mingchang had just mentioned were, she pretended to be very nice. She raised her hand and picked up the dish in front of her with the serving chopsticks, with a considerate look on her face.
"Hanhan, eat more. This is delicious too."
Minghuan naturally nodded in agreement. This look made Fu Shizheng unable to help but explore. His dark eyes stared at her inch by inch, and the movements of his hands became more and more intense.
Minghuan gave him a hateful look.
This nerve.
No one knew that Fu Shizheng, who looked like a gentleman while talking to Mingchang, was actually holding Minghua's calf tightly with his hot hands under the table, inch by inch, as if some kind of animal was occupying its territory, not letting go of even a tiny bit.
If Ming Huan wasn't afraid of causing trouble, she would have kicked him directly.
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