Cai Cai fell on the sofa, hugging her feet with a ferocious expression, sucking cold air from her mouth. Due to the severe pain, her face had turned pale. She seriously suspected that what was kicked just now was not a buttock, but a steel plate.
Ding Fan was snickering on the ground. Just now, he had already transferred the true energy in his body to his buttocks, and he was just waiting for the self-righteous Cai Cai to ask for trouble.
"you……"
Cai Cai was in so much pain that she couldn't speak. She couldn't figure out why the reaction force was so strong.
"Manager Cai, you are too cruel!"
Ding Fan stood up pretending to struggle, covering his butt with one hand, dragging his legs, and walked over with difficulty.
"My feet..."
"Stop pretending, I am the victim." Ding Fan said.
Cai Cai struggled to take off her shoes and saw that her feet were swollen, like freshly baked bread. Ding Fan bent over to take a look and said in surprise: "Manager Cai, how long are your feet?"
"What's wrong? I couldn't find a job after being fired from school, and I even worked as a foot model!" Cai Cai quickly emphasized.
"It's not that I'm not good-looking, but my two toes are long and I can't support my father and my mother!" Ding Fan said very irritatingly.
"They don't need me to support them! Bah, what nonsense are you talking about!" Cai Cai was going crazy.
"Well, the foot shape is quite good. I visually inspected the shoes of standard size thirty-seven, and the three toes and four toes are the same length. It means your father is lucky. He has two daughters-in-law and enjoys the blessings of everyone." Ding Fan continued to comment.
The above is purely nonsense. Of course, these things cannot be seen from the feet, but from the face.
"If you keep beeping like this, I..."
Cai Cai's face turned red with anger, and she began to utter fragrant curses. Ding Fan could tell that this was the family matter that she least wanted to touch, even more than the title of Teacher Nian Dan.
A person should know when enough is enough, not to mention that the wound has been sprinkled with salt. Ding Fan stopped teasing and said diligently: "Manager Cai, I will help you upstairs and apply some Yunnan Baiyao. The swelling will subside soon."
"You don't have to worry about it!"
"Don't be stubborn. If Mr. Bai sees it, she will think that we have fought. She can't tolerate sand in her eyes." Ding Fan reminded.
"Okay, little Dingding, help me go upstairs." Cai Cai stood up with support.
"tie!"
Ding Fan diligently held Cai Cai under her left armpit and walked up the stairs slowly. Cai Cai looked back and complained: "Is your butt padded with a steel plate?"
"We are just like each other. I spanked you in the locker room last time, and my hands hurt all afternoon." Ding Fan deliberately made a grimace.
"It's my feet that hurt, but it's your hands that hurt, which means your hands stink worse than your feet." Cai Cai smiled mischievously.
What logic? Ding Fan scoffed at this, but Cai Cai seemed to have found a big bargain. She kept laughing along the way and dinged "ding ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding" several times.
In fact, even Cai Cai didn't realize that since she met Ding Fan, she was angry every day, but she also laughed more.
After helping Cai Cai into the boudoir and letting her lie down on the bed, Ding Fan found Yunnan Baiyao spray, sprayed it evenly on her feet, and suddenly held her feet with both hands.
What do you want to do?
Cai Cai's eyes widened in horror and she couldn't help but step back. Ding Fan said impatiently: "Don't move around. I'll help you deal with it. The swelling will subside soon and won't delay driving tomorrow."
"I can drive like this!"
Cai Cai yelled, suddenly feeling a strange feeling. Ding Fan's hands were extremely warm and soft, and this warmth quickly gathered from around the soles of his feet towards the red and swollen areas, and there was an indescribable sense of comfort all over his body. He could only
It took a lot of willpower to endure it without making any weird noises.
This bastard seems to have a special magic power in his hands. He enjoys it so much that Cai Cai doesn't want to move and can only comfort herself, so let's fall for it once!
"I'm also an expert at treating bruises and bruises. Is it much better?" Ding Fan asked with a smile.
"Well, it's much better. It took a while. Who did you learn from it?"
"Do you think I have been in the mountains for ten years, just standing on a high place and looking at the scenery? The various studies there are much more tiring than at school." Ding Fan said.
"Are you graduating now?" Cai Cai asked curiously.
"There is no end to learning, it's a long road, I just walked a short distance." Ding Fan said with a smile.
It's not that Ding Fan is low-key and modest. According to the "Shen Xiang Jing", one of the Taoist secrets, fortune tellers are divided into three stages: junior high, middle and high, which are further subdivided into nine levels. Ding Fan's ten years of practice is only at the end of the primary stage.
Just a third-level fortune teller.
The song goes like this: A primary fortune teller looks at the texture, and the length and length are always related to emotions. A second grade fortune teller looks at the fortune palace, and the color rises and falls with luck. A third grade fortune teller checks the luck, and the home of the ancestor determines good and bad luck.
To explain simply, the average physiognomist will only infer something by observing the changes in texture, whether it is longer or shorter, bending and knotting, staggered and broken, etc. The slightest difference can lead to errors.
Even better, if you become a second-level fortune teller, your eyesight will be greatly improved, you can clearly see the fluctuations and colors of the facial palaces, and your accuracy will also be greatly improved.
For the vast majority of physiognomists, becoming a third-level physiognomist is out of reach, because there is a hard condition: one must have spiritual eyes in order to see the ancestral luck, birth luck, home luck, and more complexion of a person's head.
The secret hidden in.
Spiritual eyes can be obtained through acquired practice, but Ding Fan is a lucky man. His spiritual eyes are natural, so he was noticed by his master, Taoist Master Shenxuan, and was brought to Fuyun Mountain for careful cultivation.
Ding Fan was massaging and releasing Qi. Cai Cai kept her mouth open in surprise. It was visible to the naked eye that the swelling on her feet had subsided. Although she had not fully recovered, it would not hinder her walking and driving.
"By the way, I just forgot to ask, have you washed your feet?" Ding Fan wrinkled his nose and asked.
"I even took a shower before you came back," Cai Cai said angrily.
"Hehe, just kidding, it doesn't stink, it doesn't smell like pig's trotters." Ding Fan smiled evilly.
"Let go!"
Ding Fan let go and walked out of the room to wash his hands. Cai Cai lay still and suddenly began to envy Bai Yifei in his heart. I wonder if she would enjoy it more if she received treatment in her dream?
Ding Fan didn't come in again, and Cai Cai actually felt a sense of loss. It wasn't until she heard the door next door ringing that she suddenly sat up in shock, almost forgetting her mission.
Cai Cai hurriedly chased Ding Fan, and together they came to Bai Yifei's room, standing not far away with her arms akimbo, acting as a manual monitor again.
Ding Fan seemed not to have seen her. He stretched out his fingers and once again drew circles on the soles of Bai Yifei's feet without contact. His expression was meticulous and lasted for half an hour.
There was no communication with Cai Cai throughout the whole process, and then Ding Fan left. He was also a little tired and wanted to go to bed early.
After returning to the room and preparing to rest, Hai Guanghui called and asked: "Brother, are you asleep?"
"Oh! I was woken up by you even though I was sleeping." Ding Fan was annoyed. How could he call in the middle of the night? It was too bad.
Hehe, Hai Guanghui smiled sheepishly, "It's an urgent matter, so I can only take the liberty to disturb my brother. I'm sorry."
"Have you found the old man?" Ding Fan asked, knowing it wouldn't be because of anything else.