Boss, he is sick and only I can cure him

At first he thought Chen Ziqian was just joking, but he didn't expect that he actually buried all these people together to save trouble. It really made people feel uncomfortable!

He looked at Kong Xuan, who was blushing and still hanging his head, rolled his eyes, and then said with a serious face: "Kong Xuan, I'm afraid your disease can only be cured by fighting poison with poison."

Kong Xuan raised his head slightly and said, "Fight fire with poison?"

"Yes, it means we need to take strong medicine!"

"What strong medicine?"

Lin Shuyang grinned: "Listen to me and tell you slowly..."

Ten minutes later, Kong Xuan left Rong Mansion with a nervous and slightly doubtful expression, holding the corners of his clothes.

Lin Shuyang was the only one left in the pavilion. He looked at Kong Xuan's back and thought of something, his eyes filled with smiles.

He put the last snack on the plate into his mouth, drank another cup of hot tea, and then walked to the kitchen with his things.

When he came out of the kitchen, Rong Xianyi happened to come down the stairs.

Rong Xianyi wore a pair of black trousers and a dark gray shirt. The cuffs were rolled up to his forearms, and even the collar was slightly open. The whole person exuded a lazy yet noble temperament. .

He couldn't help but take a second look, his eyebrows gradually arched.

"What are you looking at?" Rong Xianyi came to him and reached out to brush away a crumb from the corner of his mouth.

Lin Shu raised his eyebrows and said truthfully: "What else can I look at? Of course it's because you look good."

Rong Xianyi chuckled, but his fingers did not leave. His eyes followed his fingers and circled around Lin Shuyang's lips.

"Ahem," Du Qing's cough came from behind, and Lin Shuyang immediately took a step back, feeling a little embarrassed.

Rong Xianyi then put down his finger and glanced at Du Qing with some displeasure.

Du Qing smiled twice and handed the letter in front of Rong Xianyi, "... Young Master, someone just came to deliver a letter, saying it was for you."

"Yes." Rong Xianyi took the letter, and Du Qing hurriedly got into the kitchen, wishing that he had never appeared.

Rong Xianyi opened the envelope, glanced at it and said, "Liu Mingda is taking his daughter back to the countryside. The train will take off tomorrow morning."

"So soon? Has Miss Liu recovered from her illness?" Lin Shuyang remembered that Liu Yingying had pointed a gun at him in the backyard pavilion last time.

"I don't know if it's good or not, it has nothing to do with me." Rong Xianyi raised his eyebrows, "Seeing that you are very interested, why don't you go to the train station with me tomorrow?"

"Are you going to see them off?"

"Well, when Liu Mingda was the chief of the police station, he often offended the gangsters in Shanghai. Without the protection of Ronghuamen, it would be difficult for them to reach their destination smoothly."

Lin Shuyang blinked, "Oh, it turns out you were going to the town. I thought..."

"What do you think?"

"I thought someone was going to see his ex-fiancée for the last time. After all, she is very obsessed with you."

Rong Xianyi took two steps forward, lowered his eyes slightly with a smile in his eyes: "Why do I smell vinegar?"

Lin Shuyang raised his head, and kissed Rong Xianyi's lips that were close at hand, as if declaring sovereignty, "You heard that right, I'm just jealous. So you have to remember, you are mine, No matter whether it is body or heart, there can only be me."

"You were the only one." Rong Xianyi's eyes darkened when the person in front of him gave her a light kiss. "You were bolder when there was no one around."

He raised his eyes and glanced outside the door, sighing inaudibly, "Why isn't it dark today..."

......

Day and night time rotates, and on a May day, it doesn't get completely dark until almost seven o'clock in the evening.

Kong Xuan stood in front of Chen Ziqian's door. From sundown to nightfall, his raised hand failed to knock down the door.

Just when he was hesitating, Chen Ziqian's voice suddenly came from behind him.

"What are you doing here? I've been watching you for almost ten minutes and I haven't seen you move."

Upon hearing this voice, Kong Xuan's heart suddenly tightened, and he turned around stiffly, "So you're not in the room."

Chen Ziqian turned the wheelchair and approached slowly, "I just came back from outside. What do you want to see me for?"

"I...I just want to ask about the money from that blue and white dragon-patterned bottle. Can I pay you back in installments?"

"Instalment?" Chen Ziqian pushed open the door, turned his back to Kong Xuan and raised his fingers, gesturing for him to enter the room.

Kong Xuan answered as he followed Chen Ziqian and walked in, "I have made an appointment with a young lady named Wen from Yulu's family to go to her house tomorrow to show her Feng Shui. I calculated it based on my previous income at the foot of Fuyun Mountain. , I can only earn a few hundred yuan a year at most, and excluding food, clothing, housing, and transportation, I can only save three hundred yuan a year, so it will take me almost ten years to repay these three thousand yuan."

"Well, okay, is that why you came here to tell me this?" Chen Ziqian took off his coat and unbuttoned the top button to feel looser.

"Your legs and feet are not convenient, I will do it." Kong Xuan stepped forward and took the coat from Chen Ziqian's hand and hung it on the hanger.

"Mr. Chen, I know you are not short of money, but I broke the things. If I don't return the money to you, I won't be able to sleep well at night."

"Can't you sleep well? It seems that the guest room in our Chen Mansion is not comfortable enough."

Kong Xuan waved his hand quickly, "No, no, the bed in the guest room is softer than the one I slept in in Fuyun Guan, and the room is bigger than the room I stayed in Fuyun Guan. I..."

"You just said that you plan to go to people to see Feng Shui tomorrow morning? Your last name is... Wen?"

"Ah, yes, that's right."

Chen Ziqian raised his eyes and glanced around Kong Xuan, "Miss Wen is almost 30 years old, but she has no plans to get married. She usually likes to invite handsome men like you to have fun. The entire Shanghai beach is famous, did she really invite you there just to see Feng Shui?"

Kong Xuan's expression was a little dazed, as if he didn't expect that Miss Wen was quite famous, but... He looked at his gray gown and felt that the word "handsome" didn't match him. Come on up!

"I'm just a Feng Shui expert. Miss Wen probably doesn't like me. Mr. Chen doesn't have to worry. It's impossible."

Chen Ziqian snorted coldly, lowered his eyes and said no more.

Kong Xuan thought of what Lin Shuyang said, and his heart suddenly beat faster.

He covered his heart, feeling that if he continued to jump like this, he might not have much time to live, so he bit the bullet and said: "Mr. Chen, don't worry, no matter what, I will pay you the money I owe you." I will return it to you, tonight..."

Chen Ziqian looked sideways, waiting for Kong Xuan's next words.