The Rebirth of Crazy Ger

Suddenly there was a shadow in front of him, Wang Jin looked at the man, the man gently held his feet, and put the shoes on him silently.

The thoughtful service made Wang Jin feel dazed for a moment, as if he was still the rich young man surrounded by a group of maids, dressing him and feeding him...

Wang Jin recalled that the maidservants in his previous life had been selected for their appearance, and even the guests he invited into the mansion were all handsome and handsome men.

And this man...

Wang Jin lowered his eyes, and stretched out his hand to caress the scar on the man's face. Only this scar can accurately remind him at this moment that he is no longer that rich man.

Wang Jin curled his lips, suddenly felt that the scar was a bit of an eyesore, and he didn't even let him recall it properly!

Wang Jin stroked the scar back and forth, his soft fingers fell on his face like thin raindrops in spring, which was extremely comfortable.

Are your hands so soft?

The man froze in place as if he was facing an enemy, not daring to move.

Unconsciously, Wang Jin touched the rough and hard scar, looked at the man's handsome face, and a thought came to his mind.

If he can be cured, this man must be more handsome than all the guests he invited before.

He remembered that he was always injured because of frequent bumps, and there was a pharmacist in the mansion who often dispensed medicines for him.

There is a kind of medicine called "Bisheng Ointment", which the pharmacist specially dispensed for him to clear up his scars... and he almost always carries it with him...

Wang Jin's eyes lit up, as if thinking of something, he said happily: "This scar can be cured, I have Bisheng Ointment."

The man was taken aback for a moment, never expecting that the first sentence this lunatic said when he came to his home was this sentence.

Wang Jin slightly pushed the man away, his hands were tied, his left hand was staggered away from his right hand, and he went to search for something under the right hand, but found nothing.

He looked down and saw that his arms were empty, no longer the long sleeves of the brocade robe.

Without long sleeves, there will never be "Bi Sheng Ointment" in the pocket of long sleeves.

He thought he remembered, but he still forgot...

He is no longer that rich young master, he has nothing!

"puff…"

The face of the brother in front of him changed again. After making strange movements, he froze in place, and his expression changed from happy to shocked.

Because of this surprise, the delicate mouth opened slightly, revealing a little bit of white porcelain inside, and the appearance was so cute.

The man couldn't hold back, and after laughing out loud, he reached out and rubbed his head.

This person has acted quite normally since he woke up, but he is a bit picky eater. He thought it was someone else who made a mistake. He is not crazy at all. Now it seems...

The man glanced at Wang Jin, then shook his head slightly: "He is indeed a lunatic."

"..." Wang Jin's eyes twitched.

Lao Shizi's madman!

Crazy but kindhearted...

The man pressed the scar on his face with his thumb. The wound has been gone for a long time, and the pain has long since disappeared. Who cares about a wound that doesn't hurt and will not be life-threatening? Can it be cured? Except for this lunatic...

The man's brows softened a little, maybe it's not bad to live with such a lunatic for the rest of his life.

"It will hurt a little, bear with it."

Hearing the man's voice suddenly, Wang Jin looked over, only to find that the man raised one of his legs, and an unknown brown liquid was poured on his hand. After speaking to him, he covered the liquid On his bruised bruises.

Then, knead vigorously.

Wang Jin let out a painful "Aw", gasped for breath, and struggled on the chair: "What are you doing!"

The man's subordinates kept moving, and softly comforted him: "You don't need to use any force, your blood stasis won't go away."

"Don't hurt if you can't melt it! Let go! Let go!" Wang Jin kicked the man with his feet.

Unexpectedly, the man's whole body was hard, let alone kicked, even if he was hit, it was his legs that hurt.

The man saw that he had more bruises due to the restless movement, so he frowned and pinched his flailing legs under his arms, grabbed his flailing hands with one hand, and trapped his body between himself and the wall between.

"It hurts...it hurts...it hurts..." Wang Jin's tears were about to burst out.

The brother's cheeks were slightly red, his hair was messily stuck to his face because of struggling, and the corners of his eyes were also bright red with transparent teardrops.

The tearful appearance made people's hearts soften, and the man's heart throbbed inexplicably.

He continued with the movements in his hands, but his tone was unprecedentedly gentle and comforting: "It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt."

Don't hurt you fairy board board! How to coax a three-year-old child!

Wang Jin stared at the man with gritted teeth.

The man ignored it and continued with his actions.

Wang Jin's eyes turned black from the pain, and he uttered all begging words, begging the man to stop.

But the man seemed to be unable to hear, and his hands kept coming.

In the past, when he was injured, several people took care of him, and he was treated with painkillers. How had he ever been treated so brutally?

The more he thought about it, the more wronged he became, and Wang Jin cried "Wow".

Crying earth-shatteringly, like a child.

The man was taken aback, let go of Wang Jin, a little at a loss: "You..."

"You bully me!" Wang Jin pointed at the man and wiped away his tears, but the tears grew more and more.

The man smiled wryly: "I'm healing your wound."

"You are bullying me!"

"..." The man felt that his temper had really improved, so he wasn't angry.

but…

The brother in front of him was crying out of breath, his face was flushed, and his face was stained with tears. He just touched the dust of the wall with his hands, and when he wiped his tears, he wiped his face, looking dirty, No matter how you look at it, it's pitiful.

Looking at it like this, the man feels that he can't be angry...

He squatted down again, wiped his hands on himself, then gently wiped the ashes on his face, and coaxed patiently: "Okay, it's my fault, can I apologize? Don't cry. "

"..." It really should coax a three-year-old child!

Wang Jin was dissatisfied in his heart, but he also knew what was the difference between himself and a three-year-old child now? But he just couldn't help it...

Sobbing and holding back the howling of the wolf, Wang Jin's trembling and trembling appearance made people feel pitiful.

The man hesitated slightly, and reached out to wrap his arms around his shoulders, and the man lay in his arms, and the man stiffened and patted and coaxed...

Gradually, the weeping of the person in his arms stopped, and the man looked down, and found that the person fell asleep at some point...

The man gave a wry smile, resigned himself to his fate and stood up holding Wang Jin.

In a daze, Wang Jin felt that he was in a cloud of white mist. He took two steps forward, and the white mist cleared. An old man with white beard and white hair was sitting in front of a desk with his eyes closed. There is boiling water next to it, tea on it, and an incense burner that is slowly smoking.

The old man seemed to be aware of Wang Jin's approach. He opened his eyes and waved to Wang Jin.

Wang Jin walked over quickly and sat opposite the old man.

The old man looked at Wang Jin kindly, and with a wave of his hand, the teapot automatically poured a cup of tea for Wang Jin: "Come, try it, this is fairy tea."