Villain: I Slapped The God Of War In The Face At The Beginning, And The Female President Helped Me V

Ye Chen was really going to break apart.

Damn it, what on earth was going on? Everything was going smoothly, but things kept changing.

He suspected that he was a piece of shit.

“How could it be like this…”

At this moment, Ye Chen’s cell phone rang, and he quickly took it out to see.

It was Wen Tai’s call.

He thought Wen Tai had arrived, so he picked up the phone and asked, “Where are you? I’m in the alley!”

“Dragon… Dragon Lord, your house blew up!”

“What?” Ye Chen was confused; “What do you mean?”

“It’s… it’s the villa you live in that blew up!”

Ye Chen almost vomited blood.

The villa was given to him by Wen Tailai not long ago. Damn, he has only lived there for a short time.

And the worst thing is that many of his things are in it, including the astrolabe and some items that assist in Feng Shui and physiognomy.

The old dragon head also reminded him to keep it well. If it is gone, it is really gone.

Now it is really gone!

“Zhao, who did it, who did it!”

Wen Tailai has no idea.

Damn, it’s a good thing that Wen Chunyu has nothing to do with him for the time being and doesn’t live with him, otherwise his daughter would have died today.

“Send someone to pick me up first, and we’ll talk about this later!”

Ye Chen was excited just now, and suddenly felt that the blood flow accelerated.

If he didn’t have surgery to stop the bleeding, he would be anemic.

“Yes, it should be here soon!”

After more than ten minutes, no one arrived.

Ye Chen really wanted to curse. Longmen only raised these useless things?

Ye Chen didn’t count on others and got up with difficulty.

At this time, Jiang Yueying and the others would definitely not find him, so he could go out.

But he had just stood up and taken two steps when the phone rang again.

Ye Chen thought, this time he must be here to pick him up.

When the phone was connected, Ye Chen said directly: “I’m in the alley, let someone in!”

“No… No…” Wen Tailai was a little afraid to say it.

Ye Chen was stunned: “Not yet? What’s the situation?”

“Long… Dragon Lord, you, your sister’s grave was dug up… The ashes are gone, and there is only a pile of… a pile of dog shit left inside.”

Wen Tailai didn’t dare to say anything more.

He had received instructions from Ye Chen a long time ago, saying that he would ask someone to help him sweep his sister’s grave every three or five days.

Good guy, when someone went there today, he was directly scared silly, and thought it was Ye Chen’s sister crawling out.

The tombstone fell down, and when he opened it, he saw a pile of dog shit inside.

It’s simply unscrupulous.

Ye Chen couldn’t bear it.

His eyes were bloodshot, and he was like a madman: “Asshole, who did it? I’m going to kill his whole family!”

He yelled and yelled, and then he fainted.

……

The next morning.

In Bai Ruoxi’s boudoir in Bai’s manor.

The breeze rolled up the curtains slightly, and the room was very quiet.

Bai Ruoxi had woken up.

She looked at Bai Jinghong, who was frowning and still sleeping beside her, and her heart was really tight.

Just as she was about to get up, she suddenly felt that something was wrong with Bai Jinghong.

The place where her slender hand touched was hot.

She propped herself up again and put her cheek on Bai Jinghong’s forehead, which was still surprisingly hot.

She hurriedly got out of bed, took the thermometer, and took Bai Jinghong’s temperature.

This time, it was more than 39 degrees.

She was about to call a doctor, but before she could take two steps, Bai Jinghong grabbed her hand.

“Where are you going?”

Bai Ruoxi frowned: “What are you going for? You have a high fever, and you’re asking me why?”

Bai Jinghong knew, of course, but for him, it was just a little bit higher in body temperature, which was not a big deal.

As a person with top medical skills and the strength of a ground-level warrior, a high fever was nothing.

But Bai Jinghong was also a little surprised. He actually had a fever? Probably.

“Don’t bother, it’s okay. I’m a little hungry, just drink some porridge.”

Bai Jinghong would naturally not miss such a good reason and excuse.

Fever is nothing, but you have to pretend it’s something.

“No!” Bai Ruoxi was still worried.

“Then give me some antipyretic medicine, no need to call a doctor.”

Seeing Bai Jinghong was so sure, Bai Ruoxi couldn’t beat him, so she could only give him some antipyretic medicine first.

Sure enough, the fever subsided not long after I took it.

.

She was surprised. What kind of medicine is this? It works so well.

“I told you it’s okay. See if I still have a fever!”

Bai Ruoxi couldn’t help but give Bai Jinghong a blank look.

Bai Jinghong smiled and said, “I want to drink something light. Please order some porridge for me!”

Bai Ruoxi nodded and left the room to ask someone to arrange it.

Bai Jinghong got up and washed up. He felt refreshed, but he pretended to lie back down.

After a while, Bai Ruoxi brought the porridge into the room.

She put the porridge on the bedside and helped Bai Jinghong.

Then she sat on the edge of the bed, picked up the bowl, scooped a spoonful of porridge, blew it on her mouth, and fed it to Bai Jinghong.

“Open your mouth. It’s not hot anymore!”

Bai Jinghong couldn’t help but smile bitterly. He treated himself like a child.

But it’s okay!

While feeding, Bai Ruoxi said angrily: “Where did you go yesterday?”

Bai Jinghong enjoyed it and smiled: “No, I just went to the slaughterhouse to watch the pigs being slaughtered.”

“My goodness, you didn’t see it, five people slaughtered five or six pigs, and they screamed, ah ah!”

Bai Ruoxi couldn’t help but roll his eyes at him: “What a bad taste, were you scared by the pigs being slaughtered? And you have a high fever!”

“That’s not the case, it’s just that I didn’t sleep well these days, and I finally slept well after coming back and seeing you.”

Hearing Bai Jinghong’s words, Bai Ruoxi looked disgusted.

“You’re fine now, get out!”

Bai Jinghong covered his head and started shouting again: “Oh, my head is so dizzy, is it a fever again?”

Seeing Bai Jinghong hugging the quilt and closing his eyes again, Bai Ruoxi felt helpless.