"Can I follow? If something goes wrong, I will take Niu Xiaotian away in time." Anyue asked.
"No……"
Just when Gong Juan was about to refuse, Fan Zhihui spoke up and said coldly: "I think it's okay, please get in the car!"
Anyue carried her things and got into the car. Gong Juan left an apologetic smile and got in the car. The car drove away slowly.
To be able to drive a high-end Mercedes-Benz worth more than half a million yuan, there must be rich and powerful people in this small town. An Yue was worried, fearing that Niu Xiaotian would cheat and cause big trouble.
Niu Xiaotian got on his motorcycle and followed with Lin Ying. Although the car in front was not very fast, the motorcycle could barely keep up.
"Xiao Tian, I know this person, the boss of Qingyun Shopping Mall. He is always rich." Lin Ying said.
"Hehe, fifty thousand is less!" Niu Xiaotian said with a smile.
"You can't afford to mess with this guy!" Lin Ying punched him in the back. "You can trust me. The world is dangerous. If it doesn't work, just retreat."
"If there are no diamonds, we won't do the porcelain work. Keep it in mind, Director An will follow you!" Niu Xiaotian disagreed and showed great confidence.
"Huh, what's wrong with this woman? She gets involved in everything." Lin Ying was dissatisfied.
"She is a village official. She is afraid that I, a villager, will cause trouble for her! This is called, by the way, cherish feathers!"
"You stay away from her!"
Not far away!
Of course, Lin Ying didn't know it yet. The two of them lived under the same roof and their relationship could not be closer.
Ten minutes later, the car in front stopped in front of an iron gate, which was the end of the main street.
The high brick wall reveals a section of flat white roof. You can tell without entering that this is a two-story building. Niu Xiaotian can't guess how much it is worth in Qingyun Town.
A nanny opened the big iron door, and the car continued to drive in, followed by Niu Xiaotian's motorcycle.
The yard is very large, and there is no problem in parking ten cars. Looking up, there are ten windows on the second floor. Visually, the usable area of the small building exceeds one thousand square meters.
Anyue got out of the car carrying something, but it was difficult to take it in, so she hung it directly on the handlebars of the motorcycle.
Fan Zhihui entered the house without looking back, but Gong Juan didn't hold him back, so she could only stay and welcome the three of them in with a smile on her face.
The hall is covered with carpets, which are soft to the touch. Three sets of large fabric sofas surround a ceramic square table. Opposite is a rear-projection TV that takes up half the wall.
There are chandeliers above the head, wall lamps on the walls, bookcases, and wine cabinets. The interior decoration is very luxurious and fashionable, much like the scenes on TV.
The only discordant thing is the antique wooden desk in the northeast corner, with incense candles and a kind-hearted Guanyin Bodhisattva on it.
It's not surprising that my daughter is sick and she has to make temporary arrangements.
"Please sit down quickly, Sister Liu, and serve tea." Gong Juan greeted.
"No more tea, let's treat the disease first!"
Niu Xiaotian waved his hand, and when he saw Fan Zhihui's gloomy face, he felt that he couldn't breathe properly. He had solved the problem and returned to the village early.
"Oh well!"
Gong Juan couldn't help but glare at the man, and then led the three of them to a room on the second floor.
This is a girl's boudoir. It is pink and very warm. The big solid wood bed is covered with soft velvet sheets. The dressing table next to it is filled with high-end cosmetics, including a complete set of lipstick.
Lin Ying was a little bitter. In comparison, the room where she grew up was not a princess room at all, it was like a warehouse here.
An Yue, who came from a big city, was well-informed and had a calm expression. Her eyes were fixed on Fan Yuqing, who was lying on the bed.
The pure white princess dress could not hide the girl's skinny features. With so many people coming in, she remained motionless, eyes open, silently looking at the flower-patterned ceiling.
How abnormal!
"Excuse me, what disease does she have?" Anyue asked.
"I was so scared that I didn't eat or talk." Gong Juan replied helplessly.
With this kind of family condition, he must have traveled all over the big hospitals. This is a disease that cannot be cured. An Yue's beautiful eyebrows immediately locked together, and she grabbed Niu Xiaotian and complained in a low voice: "You are so stupid, apologize, and hurry up and follow me."
Go back to the village."
"I will definitely be able to cure her." Niu Xiaotian shook her off and said loudly.
"Then let's start quickly!"
Behind him, Fan Zhihui spoke coldly, more eager to expose this little liar's tricks.
"Don't worry, she has to take off her clothes." Niu Xiaotian said.
"No, it can!" Fan Zhihui said every word, clenching his fists, turning his head and giving his wife a fierce look. She had made her own decision and attracted a wretched little liar!
"Okay, then let's change the method to affect the effect. Just don't blame me."
Niu Xiaotian shrugged indifferently and took out a color picture from his bag. It showed a woman without clothes, but there were nine small black spots on her body, as if she was covered with moles.
Shame on you!
Anyue really wanted to give Niu Xiaotian a good beating and felt ashamed for being the village director of Xingwang Village.
Lin Ying also felt ashamed, so she simply took two steps back and pretended to admire other people's boudoirs.
Niu Xiaotian explained calmly: "The acupuncture points marked on it must be found accurately, so that the yin and yang in the body can be balanced and the soul can become stable."
Gong Juan had a sad look on her face. How could she understand this? She looked at her husband for help.
Although he is a father, his daughter has grown up, and Fan Zhihui has to withdraw from the boudoir. He also shook his head helplessly.
Seeing that he could not pull away the stubborn Niu Xiaotian, An Yue said: "Well, I have learned this knowledge and can do the operation instead."
Niu Xiaotian gave her a thumbs up, took out nine small talismans from his bag, and explained: "Place these talismans accurately on the acupuncture points."
"Don't you need to stick it?" Gong Juan asked.
"No, she won't move." Niu Xiaotian said.
Anyue took the talisman and really wanted to crush it into pieces. What was she doing? She squeezed out a few words between clenched teeth, "Is that all?"
"and this!"
Niu Xiaotian took out another paper package wrapped in talisman paper and continued: "After placing the talisman, burn this at the head of the bed on the left side. Be sure to burn it completely. Wait for another quarter of an hour and you should be better.
Already."
"Don't you need to say something?" An Yue asked angrily.
"No need! You can't remember even if I tell you."
After the arrangement was completed, Niu Xiaotian walked out, leaned on the window sill in the corridor, and lit a cigarette leisurely.
Fan Zhihui came out next, smoking in the same posture as Niu Xiaotian. In addition to being impatient, there was also a lingering helplessness on his face.
Neither of them spoke, but their expectations were different.
Niu Xiaotian wants to get 50,000 yuan to buy or build a house, while Fan Zhihui has a fantasy and hopes that his daughter can really wake up.
Ten minutes, twelve minutes, fifteen minutes.
The quarter hour is up!
Fan Zhihui looked at his watch, then looked at Niu Xiaotian who was as if nothing had happened, and let out a cold snort.
I knew there would be no miracle. My lover was deceived by this poor little liar. Let’s see how he can keep talking.