Lord Buddha, don't laugh, Madam dug your ancestral grave

The housekeeper's eyes widened in an instant, and he looked at his own Buddha like a ghost, "Buddha... Buddha! Wait a minute!"

Feng Lingche had already rushed to the door, and upon hearing the words, he stopped on the spot and responded impatiently, "Speak nonsense quickly."

The butler pointed at his legs, with horror written all over his face, "Legs...legs..."

Feng Lingche frowned impatiently, "What legs?"

Following the butler's line of sight, he froze.

His legs...can stand up.

Feng Lingche tried to move his ankles, and apart from some numbness, the muscles in his legs were strong, no different from normal people.

But it was the first time in more than ten years that he could stand up by himself, and it only made Feng Lingche happy for a few seconds.

Thinking of Wen Yang, he didn't care about anything, and hurried towards the gate of Yufeng Garden.

Along the way, countless servants saw the scene of Feng Lingche standing up, and their shock was even more exaggerated than when Xiaotian woke up in the morning and his country was destroyed.

At this time, the butler came down from the stairs.

The servants quickly lowered their heads, not daring to look at the Buddha anymore.

The butler said sullenly, "Why are you still standing there?"

The servants were about to disperse, but the housekeeper said again, "Take a picture and send it to the old man!"
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Wen Yang's face was almost transparent.

Looking at the fiery red sunset, her eyes became more and more lax.

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 Wen Yang heard it, there were only a few monotonous syllables left.

At the beginning, her body was still hot, but when she got to the back, she began to sway uncontrollably, changing from hot to cold.

Wen Yang raised his fingers slightly, trying to protect his heart with spiritual power, but he couldn't raise any strength.

Isn't it going to die?
she thought to herself.

——Suddenly, a burst of cold breath approached rapidly.

Wen Yang tried his best to open his eyes wide, trying to see who was coming, but found that his eyes were blurred.

Dimly, she seemed to feel herself being pulled into a strong embrace...

In the haze, she seemed to feel a pair of cold lips imprinted on her face...

In the haze, she seemed to hear a hoarse and forbearing voice whispering her name in her ear, so that she could regain consciousness...

"...Who am I?" That voice was like a clear stream flowing from a mountain stream, with a slight gu, clear and hoarse but terribly pleasant.

Wen Yang was forced to open his eyes, facing the deep pupils that were as black as ink, parted his red lips slightly, and softly uttered three words, "...Feng, Ling, Che."

Feng Lingche's eyes darkened a bit, looking at Wen Yang, his voice was almost suppressed, "Do you know what we are doing?"

Her skin was more than snow, and it was shining pink. Under the warm yellow light, she was beautiful like a work of art, which made him breathe suddenly, and couldn't help pulling her into his body.

Wen Yang in his arms was as obedient as a cat, with a soft but clear voice, "...know."

Following these words, Feng Lingche's eyes became extremely deep, and he finally stopped hesitating.

At the same time, the Yin-Yang Ice-Fire Curse in their bodies began to take effect, and under them, a huge Yin-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 started to flow again, and Feng Lingche's body also turned from cold to hot...
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The next morning.

When Wen Yang woke up, it was almost noon.

She sat up and was about to get out of bed when a soreness came from her body.

Wen Yang was taken aback for a moment, what happened last night gradually came to light, she bit her lip, a smear of shame flashed across her pretty face.

I don't know if the maid outside heard the movement, and gently knocked on the door at this time.

"Ma'am, are you up?"

Wen Yang checked, and found that he was fully dressed, his face turned even redder, and it took a while before he responded, "Get up, come in."

The door opened, and the maids 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 was useless.

The masseur took a step forward and saw the marks on Wen Yang's neck, but she didn't say anything, just lowered her head, and said in a more respectful and gentle tone, "Madam, Lord Buddha asked me to help you relax your body."

Wen Yang nodded, leaned against the bed and asked, "Has he gone to the company?"

The masseuse shook his head and replied softly, "The Lord Buddha is dealing with an urgent job 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 masseuse Feng Lingche hired was really professional, and she served her well from the beginning to the end, and even the bones were lightened a few catties.

After the massage, a nutritious lunch and tonic soup were prepared for her.

Wen Yang was indeed a little hungry, so he ate all his food.

Looking at the time, exactly one hour had passed.

Seeing that Feng Lingche hadn't come back, she closed her eyes and felt her body.

good!The damaged meridian has recovered by one-fifth, which is many times better than simply absorbing the cold air!Spiritual power is also higher than before.

With her current mental strength, she can almost perceive movement within a radius of ten miles.

For example, at this moment, she could clearly see Feng Lingche sitting in a wheelchair, serious about his work.

Seeing that handsome man like a god, Wen Yang's heart suddenly jumped, and he couldn't help but put his arms around his knees while sitting on the bed.

—He actually remembered what he had to do yesterday.

Although the plot was different from what she had imagined, she was very satisfied with the whole process.

At this moment, the phone rang suddenly.

Wen Yang picked it up and saw that it was Pingdai.

She slapped her forehead violently, oh no!I forgot about buying clothes materials!
Opened it and saw Pingdai say, "Yangyang, are you free now? I'm downstairs at your house."

downstairs?

Pingdai in Yufeng Garden?

Wen Yang tried to sense it with his mental strength, and his brows were instantly beaming with joy.

--It really is!

When she came to the living room, Ping Dai was studying a stack of expensive fabrics. When she saw Wen Yang, she greeted her with a smile, "I didn't expect the Buddha's vision to be so good. These fabrics are delicate to the touch, and all the colors are beautiful. I love it." I don't know which one to choose."

Wen Yang was stunned for a few seconds, and asked, "Has he bought the clothes and fabrics for the audition for me?"

"Yeah," Ping Dai dragged Wen Yang to sit on the sofa, staring at her face for a while, "Earlier this morning, Lord Buddha asked Jiang Ci to contact me, asking me to come and measure your size, and said that you are not in good health. Comfortable, tell me not to make you too tired."

Hearing this sentence, Wen Yang's face turned red.

She subconsciously pulled up the collar and changed the subject, "But is it too late now? I have an audition tomorrow."

But Ping Dai didn't answer her, instead she raised Wen Yang's hand in surprise, "What is this?"