Fu Yunshen's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he was about to stand up.
But the hand was surprisingly strong and prevented him from moving.
Ying Zijin raised her head, glanced at him, and this time said three words: "Don't move."
She lowered her head again, still holding the silver needle in her other hand, the needle tip moving between several acupoints.
It was as if what she was holding was not a person, but a piece of embroidery.
"Little friend..." Fu Yunshen raised his eyebrows and smiled at the end of his voice, "Does this count as taking advantage of me?"
As soon as he finished speaking, another silver needle fell and pierced into another acupoint of his.
The strength of his hand was obviously greater than before.
Fu Yunshen hissed softly and fell silent.
He was quite convinced that if he said anything else, his child would most likely kill him with an injection.
He is the kind that shows no mercy at all, and it's useless to judge by his appearance.
As time passed second by second, Fu Yunshen's body went from tense to relaxed.
After a moment, he lowered his eyes.
Both of them were sitting on the ground, but the height difference was not much different from when they were standing.
The girl's head only reached his chin, and while she was giving him acupuncture, her soft hair would occasionally brush against his face.
From this angle, Fu Yunshen could see her long eyelashes and creamy skin.
It is almost transparent in color, emitting a faint glow that makes people reluctant to look away.
Even through two layers of clothing, the temperature could be clearly felt.
Her hands were cold and her fingertips were chilly.
Fu Yunshen moved his hands, and finally lifted them up to tuck her hair behind her ears.
He coughed lightly and swallowed the slightly sweet and fishy taste in his throat.
He had been shot on purpose.
I used to do this often before. I would just bandage it casually. At most, the patient would wake up after being unconscious for a few hours.
He is used to being alone.
This was the first time someone showed up at this time to treat him.
Fu Yunshen suddenly smiled.
After the bleeding completely stopped, Ying Zijin took out a clean gauze, removed the blood-stained gauze, and wrapped it around him again.
She knew he would be here, but she didn't know why he was alone.
She could also sense his power, otherwise she wouldn't have been in contact with him for so long and wouldn't be able to figure out his deeper information.
So this is the weirdest part.
However, Ying Zijin did not ask any further questions, as she did not care about them.
After dozens of seconds, she let him go.
The voice was cold and calm, without the slightest fluctuation: "Okay."
Fu Yunshen supported himself on the ground with his hands, preparing to stand up.
The cold hand pressed his arm again and helped him up.
She supported him with half of her body.
It's like supporting an elderly person.
When he realized this, Fu Yunshen leaned against the wall and straightened his back, still looking lazy: "Little friend, your brother is not so incapable of walking this short distance."
He was not lying. His self-healing ability was indeed very strong, far exceeding that of ordinary people.
From the customs all the way to now, the wound has healed a lot.
Calculating the time, I will be able to fully recover by tomorrow, without even leaving a scar.
That's why he chose to get hurt.
Ying Zijin was silent for a moment, but finally let him go.
Fu Yunshen didn't ask her why she came back at this time. He coughed a few times and tilted his head: "Yaoyao, you... don't have anything to say?"
"Yeah." Ying Zijin looked at him and nodded, "It feels good."
“…”
Fu Yunshen was also used to her calm tone of shocking words, and raised his eyebrows: "Little friend, has anyone told you that you can't touch a man's waist and abdomen?"
Hearing this, Ying Zijin yawned, feeling sleepy, and replied perfunctorily: "If you touch it, you will turn into a beast?"
“…”
This conversation simply couldn't go on.
Their child is really not an ordinary girl.
"Let's go, little friend." Fu Yunshen rubbed her hair, "Thank you for today."
——
Because the seventh on the Gun God List died in Shanghai City and the reason is still unknown, no hunter will set foot on this land, at least in the short term.
Everything is calm.
Ying Zijin didn't let Fu Yunshen go back to his single apartment, so he just took him in again.
It's just that the two of them came back too late, and although they had restrained their breath, their footsteps could not be heard at all.
But by coincidence, he happened to meet Wen Tinglan who got up at night.
Fu Yunshen's breathing slowed down. Before he could explain anything, the boy rubbed his eyes, paused for a few seconds, and went to the bathroom.
Wen Tinglan walked while muttering to himself: "I'm dreaming again..."
The person he dreamed about was the person he didn't want to dream about.
"Xiao Lan just underwent hypnosis yesterday." Ying Zijin sat on the sofa, "He has recovered very well during this period."
Hypnosis as a treatment method is actually very risky.
Because during hypnosis, the psychologist will dig out things that the patient has suppressed in his subconscious mind.
For Wen Tinglan, it was the time when his biological mother took his biological sister away and came back when he was five years old.
Both times, it was a huge trauma.
Therefore, if you are not careful, hypnosis may not only fail to alleviate the condition, but may have even greater backlash.
It may even cause the patient to have a mental breakdown.
Hypnosis is not used in psychotherapy unless it is absolutely necessary.
Fu Yunshen was stunned for a moment, then leaned back and smiled, "You can rest assured about Xue Sheng's hypnosis, Yaoyao."
After this sentence was spoken, there was no response for a long time.
Fu Yunshen tilted his head and realized that the girl had fallen asleep.
She was quiet and well behaved, and her whole body softened.
After struggling for what seemed like a long time, Fu Yunshen finally made a move.
He stood up, bent down slightly, picked her up horizontally, and placed her on the bed in the bedroom.
He stood quietly for a few seconds before stepping back.
"Good night, little friend."
——
The news of Jiang Ran's injury quickly spread throughout the Qingzhi group.
Many boys gloated over his misfortune, saying that he finally got his comeuppance.
But the girls were all anxious. They found out the hospital where Jiang Ran was working, and went to visit him as soon as school was over, carrying fruit baskets and snacks.
"Get out, get out. Let them all get out." Jiang Ran covered his head with the quilt again, and he was very angry. "I don't want to see anyone."
If they saw her pigtailed feet, where would he, the school bully, put his face?
"Don't be so mean to girls." Jiang Huaping tapped his head, looking quite happy. "I didn't expect my son to be so popular. He has the demeanor of me when I was young."
Jiang Ran: "...Mom, can you stop being so narcissistic?"
Jiang Huaping ignored him and went out to talk to the female students.
Jiang Ran scratched his hair: "Where's Ying's father?"
"Oh." Xiu Yu was peeling an apple. "Dad Ying is busy. You are not a child anymore. Why do you still need your dad to comfort you?"
"What nonsense are you talking about?" Jiang Ran's face darkened. "I just want to thank her."
"Thank you after your foot gets better." Xiu Yu peeled the apple and took a bite.
Jiang Ran was stunned and hesitated for a moment: "No, you peeled this apple for me, didn't you?"
"But you are capable of it, why did I cut it for you?" Xiu Yu looked at him strangely, "Is it because you have a big face?"
“…”
Jiang Ran snorted coldly and took an apple himself: "Have you found the person who delivered the shoes?"
If he knew which bastard was doing such a shady thing to him, he would smash that bastard's head off.
"We have a clue." Xiu Yu said, "We should find it in a few days."
Jiang Ran hummed, and then asked, "Where is Father Ying?"
Xiu Yu thought for a moment and said, "It seems like something happened to the Zhong family."
——
The old house of the Zhong family.
In the past, only Mr. Zhong, Mrs. Zhong and Zhong Zhiwan lived in the old house; the other families had moved out long ago.
It was just because Zhong Zhiwan's father worked away from home all year round and rarely came back, so Grandpa Zhong let them live in the old house.
But today, many uninvited guests came.
Among them is Zhong Tianyun, who has always been taken care of by Mr. Zhong.
Zhong Tianyun is the only son of Mr. Zhong’s second brother and he is fifty years old this year.
But Mr. Zhong's second brother was in poor health and died early, so Mr. Zhong always took good care of Zhong Tianyun.
Zhong Tianyun sat on the sofa, looking like the master of the house.
He adjusted his tie and said, "Uncle, how are you these days?"
Mr. Zhong looked at Zhong Tianyun, who was with the shareholders of the Zhong Group, and said coldly: "Just say it directly. I hate people who beat around the bush like you."
"Okay, since uncle wants me to speak frankly, then I will speak frankly." Zhong Tianyun smiled, his eyes sharpened a little, "Uncle, you have been in charge of the Jade Pavilion, but you lost the treasure that guards the pavilion."
"The stock price of Zhong Group has dropped. Uncle, do you think you are still qualified to be the chairman?"
Zhong Tianyun winked at the bodyguards behind him and said coldly: "Take the old man away now."
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