The butler's eyes widened instantly and he looked at his Buddha as if he were a ghost, "Buddha...Buddha! Wait a minute!"
Feng Lingche had already rushed to the door. Hearing this, he stopped where he was and replied impatiently, "If you have any nonsense, tell me."
The housekeeper pointed at his legs with horror written on his face, "Legs...legs..."
Feng Lingche frowned irritably, "What legs?"
He followed the butler's line of sight and then froze.
His legs...can stand up.
Feng Lingche tried moving her ankles. Except for some soreness and numbness, the muscles in her legs were strong, no different from those of normal people.
But being able to stand up for the first time in more than ten years only made Feng Lingche happy for a few seconds.
Thinking of Wen Yang, he didn't care about anything and hurried towards the entrance of Yufeng Garden.
Along the way, countless servants saw Feng Lingche standing up, and their shock was even more exaggerated than when they woke up early in the morning and their country was destroyed.
At this time, the housekeeper came down from the stairs.
The servants quickly lowered their heads and no longer dared to look at the Buddha.
The butler said with a sullen face, "Why are you still standing there?"
Just as the servants were about to disperse, the butler said again, "Take a photo and send it to the old man!"
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Wen Yang's face turned pale and almost transparent.
She looked at the fiery red sunset, her eyes becoming more and more distracted.
The security guard next to her was afraid that she would not wake up after falling asleep, so he kept talking to her.
But when I heard Wen Yang, there were only a few monotonous syllables left.
At first, her body was still hot, but later on, she began to sway uncontrollably, going from cold to hot.
Wen Yang raised his fingers slightly, trying to protect his heart with spiritual power, but he couldn't muster any strength.
He's not going to die, is he?
She thought secretly.
——Suddenly, a cold breath approached quickly.
Wen Yang tried his best to open his eyes wide, trying to see the person clearly, but found that his vision was blurry.
Dimly, she seemed to feel herself being pulled into a strong embrace...
In the haze, she seemed to feel a pair of cold lips pressing on her face...
In the haze, she seemed to hear a hoarse and forbearing voice whispering her name in her ear, allowing her to wake up...
"...Who am I?" That voice was like a clear stream flowing in a mountain stream, with a slight poison, clear and hoarse but extremely pleasant to the ear.
Wen Yang was forced to open his eyes and faced the deep pupils as black as ink. He opened his red lips slightly and softly uttered three words, "... Feng, Ling, Che."
Feng Lingche's eyes darkened a bit, and when he looked at Wen Yang, his voice was so forbearing that it was almost suppressed, "Do you know what we are doing?"
Her skin was as good as snow, with a gleaming pink color. Under the warm yellow light, she looked as beautiful as a work of art, which made him breathe suddenly and couldn't help but pull her into his body.
Wen Yang in her arms was as obedient as a cat, and her voice was soft but clear, "...I know."
As these words fell, Feng Lingche's eyes darkened to the extreme, and he finally no longer hesitated.
At the same time, the yin and yang ice and fire spells in the two people's bodies began to work. Under them, a huge yin and yang diagram slowly appeared, half water blue and half fiery red.
The night is infinitely long.
After an unknown amount of time, the meridians in Wen Yang's palm finally began to flow again, and Feng Lingche's body also turned from cold to hot...
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Early the next morning.
It was almost noon when Wen Yang woke up.
She sat up and was about to get out of bed when a sense of pain came from her body.
Wen Yang was stunned for a moment. What happened last night gradually came back to her. She bit her lip, and a hint of shame flashed across her pretty face.
I wonder if the maid outside heard the commotion and knocked on the door softly.
"Madam, are you up?"
Wen Yang checked and found that he was fully dressed, and his face turned redder. After a while, he responded, "Get up, come in."
The door opened, and the maids each stood in front of her holding a tray, toiletries, skin care products, including shampoo, hair mask, essence, shower gel, and new clothes.
The leader was the masseur that Feng Lingche had prepared for her but failed to use.
The masseuse took a step forward and saw the marks on Wen Yang's neck at a glance, but she didn't say anything. She just lowered her head and said in a more respectful and gentle tone, "Madam, Buddha asked me to help you relax your body."
Wen Yang nodded, leaned against the bed and asked, "Did he go to the company?"
The masseur shook his head and replied softly, "Lord Buddha is dealing with an urgent task in the study. Let me tell you, he will be back within an hour."
Wen Yang smiled and said nothing more.
I have to say that the masseur hired by Feng Lingche was indeed professional and served her well from beginning to end. Even her bones became lighter by a few kilograms.
After the massage, a nutritious lunch and soup were prepared for her.
Wen Yang was indeed a little hungry, so he finished the food in three naps.
I looked at the time and saw that exactly one hour had passed.
Seeing that Feng Lingche hadn't come back yet, she closed her eyes and felt her body.
Not bad! One-fifth of the damaged meridians have been restored, which is countless times better than simply absorbing the cold air! The spiritual power is also at a higher level than before.
With her current mental strength, she can almost sense movement within a ten-mile radius.
For example, at this moment, she could clearly see Feng Lingche sitting in a wheelchair and working hard.
Seeing the man who was as handsome as a god, Wen Yang's heart suddenly jumped. He sat on the bed and couldn't help but wrap his arms around his knees.
——He actually remembered what he had to do yesterday.
Although the plot was different from what she imagined, the whole process made her very satisfied.
At this time, the phone suddenly rang.
Wen Yang picked it up and saw that it was Pingdai.
She slapped her forehead fiercely. Oh no! She forgot about buying clothing materials!
When she opened it, she saw Pingdai saying, "Yangyang, are you free now? I'm downstairs at your house."
downstairs?
Pingdai is in Yufeng Garden?
Wen Yang tried to sense it with his mental power, and was instantly happy.
--It really is!
When she came to the living room, Pingdai was studying a pile of expensive fabrics. When she saw Wen Yang, she greeted him with a smile, "I didn't expect that Lord Buddha has such a good taste. These fabrics feel delicate and all colors are beautiful. I'm so excited I don’t know which one to choose.”
Wen Yang was stunned for a few seconds and asked, "He helped me buy the clothes and fabrics I need to wear for the audition?"
"Yes," Ping Dai dragged Wen Yang to sit on the sofa and stared at her face. "Early this morning, Buddha asked Jiang Ci to contact me and asked me to come and measure you. He also said that you were not in good health. "Comfortable, please tell me not to make you too tired."
Hearing this, Wen Yang's face turned red.
She subconsciously pulled up her collar and changed the topic, "But is it too late now? There is an audition tomorrow."
But Pingdai didn't answer her. Instead, she raised Wen Yang's hand with a whoosh, "What is this?"