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Chapter 114 Misunderstanding

 Kyoto at night.

Wen Xiong opened his eyes, which were not sleepy at all. In order not to disturb his wife's sleep, he got up and went to the study next door.

He turned on his computer, read several emails from partners, and sorted out the online mall projects that Si Ran had left before.

These days, some people in the company have been suggesting that they want to restart this area.

He knew his own problems. He made his fortune by relying on physical clothing stores. He was old-school-minded and stuck in the past. A certain e-commerce platform had long invited its own clothing brands to settle in, but it hoped to do some promotions, but he rejected it.

At that time, he felt that clothing stores had opened all over the country, and there was no need to rely on the Internet, so he missed the rapid development period of the e-commerce economy.

Later, Si Ran wanted to develop his own online shopping mall without being restricted by others. Wen Xiong agreed with the idea of ​​letting his son experience it.

But since Si Ran's car accident, this project has been temporarily shelved.

After reading the online shopping mall plan summarized in his mailbox, he looked at the time again and saw that it was already four o'clock in the morning.

He rubbed his sore eyebrows.

After suffering from insomnia for a long time, his mind is now very heavy and sleepy, but his consciousness is very clear. If he closes his eyes and goes to sleep, the anxiety will attack him instantly.

All the things about the company are running through my mind at high speed, and I can’t fall asleep even if I lie in bed and close my eyes for two hours.

Insomnia was accompanied by chest tightness. Wen Xiong got up and wanted to go to the window to get some air, which could temporarily relieve his depression.

As soon as he stood up, he saw two bottles of something that he had casually placed on the bookshelf next to him.

The wife said that her daughter sent him lavender essential oil from the landlord's house to help with sleep.

He didn't take it seriously, just took it and threw it in the corner of the bookshelf.

If this thing worked, how could there be so many people with insomnia in the world? Just the few bosses he knew who had made fortunes in the real economy but failed to transform in time, their lives were no better than him now, and they couldn't sleep every day.

Wen Xiong thought so in his heart, but he walked towards the bookshelf and picked up a bottle of lavender essential oil by mistake. A voice popped out in his heart: This thing is definitely useless. Another voice said: I can't sleep anyway, so I'll give it a try.
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He hadn't used this thing yet, so he pulled out the lid and accidentally spilled most of it on the ground.

A faint fragrance slowly filled the air, and the smell actually made him feel less depressed and made his chest tighter feel more comfortable.

Is it possible that it really works?

He poured the essential oil into his hand. The grown man's hands were rough and he couldn't control it properly. The remaining half of the tube poured into his hand and flowed down.

He followed the usual method of applying Fengyoujing to refresh himself and applied it on his temples.

As soon as he finished applying it, he couldn't help but yawned. His head was drowsy, so he simply lay down on the couch nearby and closed his eyes.

The next day, Wen Shanshan received a call from her mother.

"Sorry, Shanshan, your dad used the lavender essential oil you sent and fell into a coma. He can't wake up." Mrs. Wen cried so hard that she was out of breath.

"Ah?" Wen Shanshan was stunned and said in disbelief: "How could this happen? Did you call the doctor?"

"Doctor Liu is still on the way here." Mrs. Wen wiped away her tears and looked at her husband who had passed out. Her eyes were red from crying. "What exactly is the content of this thing you sent? Ask the landlord.

, why would people faint after using it?”….

"Okay, Mom, don't worry, I'll ask."

After hanging up the phone, Wen Shanshan put the phone back into her pocket, put down the basket full of peppers, ran towards the field on the slope, found Qingzhi, and panted: "Qingzhi."

"What's wrong?" Xu Qingzhi stopped picking beans and looked at her.

Wen Shanshan suddenly didn't know what to say. After all, Qingzhi had good intentions. If her father used lavender essential oil and fainted, Qingzhi would definitely be sad to hear it.

She was tangled up and down, and in Qingzhi's confused eyes, she didn't know how to say it for a long time.

Suddenly her phone vibrated again. She took it out and saw that it was her mother again

phone number.

Wen Shanshan answered the call and heard her mother's very happy voice coming from inside.

"Shanshan, I made a mistake, I made a mistake. I blamed the landlord wrongly."

This, this, this...

Before Wen Shanshan could react, why did her mother's attitude suddenly change so quickly? She asked confusedly: "Mom, what happened? What's dad's condition now? What did the doctor say?"

"Mom made a mistake. Let your dad tell you about this." Mrs. Wen handed the phone to Wen Xiong.

Wen Xiong answered the phone and explained: "I used the landlord's essential oil at four o'clock yesterday morning and fell asleep as soon as I lay down. Your mother came over and called me. She saw that I didn't move and couldn't wake up. She thought something had happened to me.

, in fact, I slept too deeply."

Wen Shanshan reacted, "So nothing happened. Mom misunderstood?"

"Something happened."

Wen Shanshan frowned and heard her father say with a smile: "I have a company meeting to attend in the morning. No, if I overslept, something might happen."

When Wen Shanshan heard this, she laughed out loud, "Dad, you scared me."

Wen Xiong had a comfortable sleep and felt much better. The serious image he used to have in front of his children now became a bit gentler. He said happily: "Shanshan, the essential oil from the landlord's house is a good thing. It has quite a sleep-aiding effect."

It works.

It’s the first time my dad used it, and he wasn’t very good at applying it. He spilled half the bottle due to shaking hands, and wasted another half when applying it, leaving only one bottle left, so I have to use it carefully.

Help dad and ask again to see if the landlord still sells this essential oil?"

Wen Xiong has been troubled by insomnia for a long time. He used to take the medicine prescribed by the doctor, but later found that it affected his memory and the memory decline was too serious. He didn't want to rely on medicine every day, so he often closed his eyes to rest, and he couldn't bear it.

Take some more medicine.

Moreover, after taking the medicine, I could not fall asleep immediately, and my anxiety was not relieved.

But this essential oil is magical. Not only can he fall asleep, but he can also sleep very soundly. Now he smells the faint fragrance in the study and feels comfortable.

"Okay, let me ask."

Wen Shanshan hung up the phone and explained the whole story to Xu Qingzhi.

She sighed: "That's what happened. My mother misunderstood at first. If my father hadn't just woken up, my mother would have really wronged you."

"It's okay." Xu Qingzhi said with a smile: "Your dad had insomnia before and didn't get enough sleep. Plus he didn't go to bed until four in the morning. It's only eleven in the morning. It's normal for him to sleep deeply."

Xu Qingzhi thought, this bottle is empty, it's strange that he didn't sleep deeply.

After all, when she was in the world of cultivating immortals, she only used a few drops and slept until dawn and missed the alchemy exam.

"Qingzhi, I knew the stuff you gave me must be good stuff. So I sent two bottles to my dad for express delivery without even trying them." Wen Shanshan clasped her fingers, feeling a little embarrassed about what she said next.

He said weakly: "Qingzhi, just...my dad asked me to ask if this essential oil is still available?"

"Yes." Xu Qingzhi nodded.

"Really?" Wen Shanshan's eyes lit up and she asked, "Then I can buy some for my dad, okay?"

Xu Qingzhi knew that if she said she didn't need to pay, Wen Shanshan would definitely disagree, so she simply said: "Okay, you can just pay according to the price."

"Okay!" Wen Shanshan responded happily.

She knew that Qingzhi was very kind to her, so she couldn't let Qingzhi suffer.

A bottle of lavender essential oil costs RMB 15, so she will calculate it as RMB 100 per ml. A bottle of RMB 1,500 is not too much. Anyway, her dad is rich, so she will ask her dear dad to reimburse her...

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