True Daughter, She is the Almighty Boss

Fu Yun's deep eyelashes trembled slightly, and he was about to get up.

But the strength of that hand was surprisingly large, preventing him from moving.

Ying Zijin raised his head, glanced at him, and said three words this time: "Don't move."

She bowed her head again, holding a silver needle in the other hand, the needle tip shuttled among several acupoints.

As if she was not holding a person, but a piece of embroidery.

"Children..." Fu Yun raised his brows deeply, and smiled at the end, "Are you blatantly taking advantage?"

As soon as this sentence was finished, another silver needle fell and pierced into another acupoint of his.

The hand strength is obviously stronger than before.

Fu Yunshen let out a soft hiss and fell silent.

He was quite convinced that if he said anything else, their children would probably send him away with one shot.

The kind that doesn't show mercy at all, it's useless to look at the face.

As time passed by, Fu Yunshen's body relaxed 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 the soft strands of hair brushed across his face from time to time during the needle application.

From this angle, Fu Yunshen could see her long eyelashes and her fat-like skin.

Several transparent colors, surrounded by a touch of fluorescent light, make people reluctant to look away.

Even with two layers of clothes on, there is still a clear temperature.

Her hands were icy, and her fingertips felt cool.

Fu Yunshen moved his hand, and finally lifted it up and pulled her drooping hair behind her ear.

He coughed softly and swallowed the slightly fishy sweetness in his throat.

He took this shot on purpose.

I used to do this a lot in the past, and I just bandaged it casually, and I woke up after a few hours in a coma.

He is used to being alone.

This is the first time that someone will appear at this point in time to heal him.

Fu Yunshen suddenly smiled.

After the blood was completely stopped, Ying Zijin took out a clean gauze, took off 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 can also perceive his strength, otherwise she would not have been in contact with him for so long, and she would not be able to calculate his deep-seated information.

So this is the weirdest place.

But Ying Zijin didn't ask questions, and she didn't care about it.

After dozens of seconds, she released him.

The voice was cold and gentle, without the slightest fluctuation: "Okay."

Fu Yunshen put his hands on the ground, ready to stand up by himself.

The cold hand held his arm again and helped him up.

She used half of her body to support him.

It's like helping an elderly man.

When he realized this, Fu Yunshen supported the wall and straightened his waist, still lazily: "Little kid, your brother and I, it's not that I can't walk this way."

He didn't lie either, his self-healing ability was indeed very strong, far exceeding that of ordinary people.

From customs all the way to the present, the wound has healed a lot.

Counting the time, I will be able to fully recover by tomorrow, and I will not even leave a scar.

That's why he chose to get hurt.

Ying Zijin was silent for a moment, but let him go.

Fu Yunshen didn't ask her why she came back at this time. He coughed a few times and turned his head: "Yaoyao, you...have nothing to say?"

"En." Ying Zijin looked at him and nodded, "It feels good."

"..."

Fu Yunshen was also accustomed to her speaking in a very calm tone, and raised his eyebrows: "Little boy, did anyone tell you that men's waist and abdomen can't be touched?"

Hearing this, Ying Zijin yawned, sleepy, and replied perfunctorily: "If you touch it, you will become a beast?"

"..."

This conversation really can't go on.

Their children are really not ordinary girls.

"Let's go, little girl." Fu Yun rubbed her hair deeply, "Thank you for today."

**

Because No. 7 on the Gun God List died in Shanghai, the reason is still unknown, so at least in a short period of time, no hunters will set foot on this land.

All was well.

Ying Zijin didn't let Fu Yunshen go back to his single apartment, so he took him in again.

It's just that the two came back too late, although they both restrained their breaths, the footsteps could not be heard at all.

But coincidentally, I just met Wen Tinglan who was up at night.

Fu Yun's deep breathing slowed down, and before he could explain anything, he saw the teenager rubbing his eyes, and after a few seconds of pause, he went to the bathroom.

As Wen Tinglan walked, he muttered to himself, "I'm dreaming again..."

He dreams of people he doesn't want to dream of.

"Xiaolan was hypnotized just yesterday." Ying Zijin was sitting on the sofa, "He recovered very well during this time."

Hypnosis is a very risky treatment.

Because during hypnosis, the psychologist will dig out the things that the patient is pressing in the subconscious.

For Wen Tinglan, it was the time his biological mother left with his sister and returned when he was five years old.

Both times, it was a huge trauma.

So if you are not careful, hypnosis will not only fail to relieve the condition, but will have a greater backlash.

It can even cause a mental breakdown in the patient.

Unless absolutely necessary, psychotherapy will not use hypnosis.

Fu Yun was stunned for a while, then leaned back and smiled: "Xuesheng's hypnosis, Yaoyao, you can rest assured."

After saying this sentence, there was no response for a long time.

Fu Yun turned his head to the side, only to realize that the girl had fallen asleep.

Quiet, very well-behaved, and the whole person softened.

It seemed that after struggling for a long time, Fu Yunshen could move.

He stood up, bent down slightly, hugged her across his waist, and placed her on the bed in the bedroom.

He stood silently for a few more seconds before backing out.

"Good night, kid."

**

The matter of Jiang Ran's injury soon spread throughout Qingzhi No.1 Middle School within a few days.

Many boys gloat over the misfortune, saying that he has finally been punished.

But the girls were all in a hurry, and when they found out about the hospital where Jiang Ran was, they all went to visit with fruit baskets and snacks after school.

"Go out and let them go out." Jiang Ran covered his head with the quilt again, and the whole person was very irritable, "I don't want to see anyone."

To let them see her zongzi feet, where would he put the schoolmaster's face?

"Don't be so cruel to girls." Jiang Huaping tapped him on the head, quite happy, "I didn't expect my son to be so popular, like 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 Father Ying?"

"Oh." Xiu Yu shaved the apple, "Dad Ying has something to do, you are not a child anymore, what's the matter, you still need to be coaxed?"

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Jiang Ran's face darkened, "I just want to thank her."

"Thank you when your feet are healed." Xiu Yu finished peeling the apple and took a bite.

Jiang Ran was stunned for a moment, then hesitated: "No, didn't you cut the apple for me?"

"But if you can, why was it cut for you?" Xiu Yu gave him a strange look, "Because your face is big?"

"..."

Jiang Ran snorted coldly and took an apple himself: "Have you found the person who delivered the shoes?"

If he were to know which bastard was so rude to him, he'd smash the bastard's head off.

"There are clues." Xiu Yu said, "It should be found in a few days."

Jiang Ran snorted and asked again, "Where is Father Ying?"

Xiu Yu thought for a while: "It seems that something happened to the Zhong family."

**

Zhong's old house.

In the past, only Mr. Zhong, Mrs. Zhong and Zhiwan Zhong lived in the old house, and the other rooms had already moved out.

Just because Zhong Zhiwan's father worked outside all the year round and didn't come back often, Mr. Zhong let them live in the old house.

But today, a lot of uninvited guests came.

Among them is Zhong Tianyun, who has been under the care of Mr. Zhong.

Zhong Tianyun is the only son of Mr. Zhong's second brother and is fifty years old this year.

But Mr. Zhong's second brother was in poor health and passed away early, so Mr. Zhong always took good care of Zhong Tianyun.

Zhong Tianyun sat on the sofa like a master.

He adjusted his tie: "Uncle, how is your health lately?"

Mr. Zhong looked at Zhong Tianyun, who was carrying the shareholders of Zhong's Group, and said indifferently: "If you have something to say, I hate you for being sloppy."

"Okay, since Uncle wants me to say it straight, then I will say it." Zhong Tianyun smiled, his eyes sharpened a bit, "Uncle, you have been in charge of Feicui Zhai, but you have lost the treasure of Zhenzhai. ."

"The stock of Zhong's Group has fallen, and the buyer has to cut off the cooperation with us. Uncle, do you think you are still qualified to be this chairman?"

Jade House is an industry of the Zhong family. It sells jade carvings and generates hundreds of millions of dollars in annual turnover.

But just a few days ago, the treasure of Zhenzhai suddenly disappeared, and the surveillance cameras in the store did not even capture a single person.

What's even more unfortunate is that they only finalized an order with a foreign multinational company a few days ago, and the order is the treasure of Zhenzhai.

This time, Zhong's Group suffered a great setback, and its stock has been falling today.

If they can't give the seller an explanation, they will take action against the Zhong Group.

But the Zhong Group is not the only one owned by Mr. Zhong.

After speaking, Zhong Tianyun winked at the bodyguards behind him and said coldly, "Take the old man away now and tell them that this is our explanation."

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