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

The imperial capital is not far from Jianghai, and it takes two and a half hours to get there by plane.

The word "life extension" is not difficult to understand. Bai Yinzhou didn't delve into it, thinking that he could find the answer just by going there.

But right now there is another question that he didn't think very clearly about, "What does Liu Shulan mean by "people who have died once"?" "

He looked at Wen Yang, with no malice in his eyes, but there was still a bit of sternness in the leader's interrogation, "Could it be that Miss Wen—" is she a dead person?
He didn't dare to say the following words in front of Feng Lingche.

But Bai Yinzhou expressed "Is there anything I can do to help" with his eyes, and I believe that he is as smart as Wen Yang and can understand his kindness.

Wen Yang just took one look and refused, "Let's go to Jiangcheng tomorrow morning, Mr. Bai has this time, why don't you organize a group of elite teams and go there in advance to set up the Tiangang array."

Bai Yinzhou frowned, "Tianzhu Formation? Isn't this the Xuanzhen Formation specially used to calm the soul and defend against the enemy? Could it be that the leukemia patient is also a master of Xuanmen? And his ability is not low?" After a little guessing, Bai Yinzhou guessed seven Seven or eight.

There was a little more seriousness in his eyes.

I always feel that going to Jiangcheng this time will not only involve ordinary cases, but more grievances from wealthy families may be involved.

But in the moment of urgency, he didn't care about overthinking, so he was at ease when he met, and after calling and ordering the old driver of the Bai family who had followed him for more than ten years to let him take Wen Yang and the others back safely, he started making preparations non-stop.

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Stepping out of the special supernatural laboratory building, Wen Yang's pupils shimmered, and asked Feng Lingche to wait in the car, while he pushed open the door of the coffee shop.

"Miss Wen is amazing." Liu Qingxian waited a little sleepily. Seeing Wen Yang's figure approaching, she raised her cheeks with her hands slightly raised, and smiled obediently, "You know I'm waiting for you."

Sitting beside her, Wen Yang looked down at the word "Xu Jin" written on the table with water stains, and said, "Since God has arranged for you to forget, why do you have to force yourself to remember?"

Liu Qingxian froze, and scratched her hair in distress, "But this is my only sustenance now..."

An accident happened in the Liu family and the whereabouts of her grandfather is unknown. Annie left the company with a ticket and failed the audition for "Peach Blossom".

In just a few short weeks, she seemed to have lost a lot.

But it is precisely because she has lost so much that she desperately wants to find all the lost things in the past. This idea has almost become an obsession in her heart.

Wen Yang obviously felt that this obsession was not mature enough, so he didn't give too much advice, but only reminded, "Sometimes what you hear may not be the truth."

Liu Qingxian's pupils were startled, and she looked at Wen Yang somewhat complicatedly, "You mean, aunt will lie to me?"

But that's all Wen Yang said, and Liu Qingxian had to comprehend the rest.

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That night, Wen Yang went to the study after taking a shower.

When she opened the door, she was slightly taken aback.

Feng Lingche was holding on to the wall with difficulty, trying to stand up and walk.

Obviously, this process was extremely painful. His forehead was soaked with sweat, and the back of his shirt was also slightly soaked.

Wen Yang suddenly remembered something, his eyes flashed, and he didn't go to help him, "There are still two months left, why are you in such a hurry?"

Feng Lingche frowned, propping up the boss's chair with one hand and the wall with the other, resisting the soreness and pain in his legs, and when his body was completely stable, he panted slightly, "How will you know if you don't try?" Ok?"

Wen Yang stared at him for a while, "That's right," she walked over, and put all the results she had collected from Wubai on the table, "It seems that the poison of alum has been cured, this is half a month's medicine Quantity, after I get your pulse tonight, you can get new medicine next month."

She didn't expect Feng Lingche's recovery to be more satisfying than expected, but seeing him like this tonight, he must have put in a lot of effort behind his back.

"Are you here just to deliver medicine?" Feng Lingche slowly sat back on the wheelchair, stretching out his long legs at will, with a lazy and casual posture.

Wen Yang glanced twice, looked away guiltily, suddenly remembered that the two had already had a relationship, and turned his head to look at his handsome face, "I will go to Jianghai City for at least half a month."

But the Yin-Yang Ice-Fire Curse would happen every 7 days.

"so?"

"I want to try, if the number of times is a little more, can I survive the poisonous hair without each other's side?"

During the daytime, she felt that she was not as uncomfortable as before, and her spiritual power was not consumed much, but she didn't know if it had anything to do with Feng Lingche.

Feng Lingche frowned and remained silent for a while, instead of paying attention to this point, he asked, "Why did you go there for so long?"

Wen Yang didn't want to hide it from him, so he told all about his own shop.

The rivers and seas are surrounded by mountains and rivers, and there are spiritual springs pressing in the veins. In this world where spiritual energy is thin, it is especially precious.

It has to be said that she was very satisfied with Fu Chenhong's selection of this place.

So taking advantage of this trip to Haigang Hospital to investigate the matter of Liu Shulan's concubine, she planned to finish the matter of decoration and publicity.

Feng Lingche nodded, and asked casually, "Where is your store?"

Wen Yang pondered for a moment, "What does it seem to be called... Blue Water Town?"

Feng Lingche: "..."

"What are you doing with that expression?" Wen Yang looked at him strangely, and out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly caught a glimpse of the "Lanshui Town Hope Primary School Project Report" on the table.

"........."

Feng Lingche didn't expect such a coincidence, "I just bought the whole Lanshui Town a few days ago."

Wen Yang thought that all the hundreds of thousands he had spent went into Feng Lingche's hands, his face darkened instantly, and he gritted his teeth, "You vampire!"

Feng Lingche took out another "Store Investigation Report" from the drawer, flipped through a few pages, then pointed to the shop named "Shaluo Fusheng", and said, "Is it this one?"

Wen Yang sat on the chair Feng Lingche had customized for her, and hummed a few times, "So what."

It was rare for Feng Lingche to see that she had a money-protecting side, so he wanted to tease her in a good mood, "I can exempt half of your tax money for you."

Wen Yang's eyes widened in disbelief, "Brother, are you too picky?" After paying the bulk, does she still care about the 1.5% deed tax? !

Usually, her voice was cold and low-key, but it was rarely as clear and clean as today. Feng Lingche's throat tightened slightly when she heard it, and her dark eyes gradually became foggy.

He stood up slowly but steadily, pinched her wrist, "Let's talk about the rest slowly."

With that said, he hugged Wen Yang horizontally and pressed her to the table.

Wen Yang: "?"

She wanted to struggle, but inadvertently leaked a small piece of snow-white skin from the loose pajamas collar. Feng Lingche took a deep look, and suddenly felt that his willpower towards her was getting weaker and weaker...

Fortunately, after nearly a night of negotiation, Wen Yang finally settled down the price of buying a store, and added a two-story building amidst the sound of crying.

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But the next day, when she walked downstairs with her waist supported, and saw Feng Lingche sitting leisurely in the wheelchair again, she suddenly felt that she was still at a loss.

"Bastard," she said.

The housekeeper who was peeling the egg shell: "??" Madam wants to eat bastard? ?What kind of strange taste is this?