Starting as a stand-in, the real daughter went crazy in the rich family

The next morning.

Du Ying found a man lying at the door of the room with a small pool of blood on the ground.

Chu Kun, who was about to go out to throw away the garbage, was startled, "Miss Ying, this, this..."

He didn't even notice someone breaking into the villa yard, which was a complete dereliction of duty.

Du Ying frowned and went to the fish pond, "You didn't notice anyone coming in?"

Ding--

[Yellow Croaker] "Your Highness, this guy is quite powerful. He used a surveillance jammer."

[Loach]: "He also turned off the villa's alarm. He's quite resourceful."

Du Ying calmed down and turned the man lying on the ground over.

Unexpectedly, the man's head was wrapped tightly and he was wearing a black mask.

Especially like a terrorist.

"Miss Ying, be careful."

Chu Kun looked alert and was about to step forward to stop her, but Du Ying had already taken off the other person's black mask.

He revealed a handsome face with clear edges and corners. Although his face was pale and bloodless, it did not affect his handsomeness at all.

With long and thick eyelashes and tightly pursed lips, he looks like a sleeping prince.

Meng Yetang?

Du Ying was a little surprised, but it didn't seem strange.

After the banquet ended last night, she lost contact with Meng Yetang. He didn't answer her calls and didn't reply to her messages. It seemed that something had happened.

Chu Kun frowned and stared at the man, and suddenly shouted in surprise: "I know him, he's the top star named Meng something..."

Posters of top stars can be seen everywhere on the streets, and he has used all the razors and mobile phones that they endorse.

No wonder it looks so familiar!

Du Ying scanned with his mental power and found that Meng Yetang's right rib was pierced by a bullet.

The wound was serious, but fortunately no internal organs were damaged.

But he had lost too much blood and his wound had become inflamed.

At this time, his body temperature was very high, obviously he had a fever.

"Carry him in first." Du Ying couldn't just stand by and watch someone die.

what?

Chu Kun, who was deep in thought, came back to his senses and quickly threw the garbage bag in his hand aside, "I'll do it, I'll do it."

He was very strong and easily carried Meng Yetang to the guest room, then went to get the medicine box.

Du Ying undressed him and saw a bloody wound on his ribs.

This is the mark left by a high-powered bullet. The bullet exploded when it hit the target, leaving a large bloody hole.

Meng Yetang is lucky to be alive today.

Perhaps because his wound was pulled, the man woke up and started coughing violently.

When he saw clearly that the girl in front of him was Du Ying, he breathed a sigh of relief.

fortunately……

He was chased for an entire night, and it was not until early this morning that he finally got rid of those people.

But he was shot and injured, so he didn't dare go home and had nowhere to go.

At this time, I thought of Du Ying.

Fortunately, he had checked Du Ying's residence in advance. With his skills, it was easy for him to enter the villa area quietly.

He just arrived at the door of the villa and fainted due to excessive blood loss before he could even knock on the door.

"Miss Ying, the medicine is here." Chu Kun came over carrying a medicine box and a brand new set of cotton pajamas.

After treating the wound, change it for Meng Yetang.

"Thank you." Meng Yetang's face was pale, not as radiant as usual, and there was obvious weakness and fatigue between his eyebrows.

Chu Kun looked at the top star in front of him, the more he looked, the more he looked like a pretty boy.

While Du Ying was applying medicine to Meng Yetang's wound, he quietly slipped to the balcony and made a phone call, "Master, I want to report something to you..."

In the room, Meng Yetang looked at Du Ying who was treating her wound carefully, "Miss Ying?"

She was wearing a white home dress with a bunny pattern on it, her hair was casually tied in a ponytail, her small face, the size of a palm, was bare-faced, and her skin was fair and clear.

She is cute, pure, soft and tender, like a girl of fifteen or sixteen years old.

"I think calling you Waiwai sounds better." Meng Yetang prefers her name Ziwang.

It seems that calling each other this way makes the relationship between the two people seem closer.

"Well, as long as you're happy." After Du Ying bandaged his wound, she quietly injected a golden needle to make the wound heal faster.

"Why are you alone without your agent or assistant?"

Du Ying didn't know much about the life of celebrities, but she remembered that no matter where Shen Qianran went, she was always accompanied by an assistant.

Meng Yetang pulled the corner of his mouth, "I don't dare let them know about my situation, so I have no choice but to ask you to take me in."

To fully recover from a gunshot wound, you need to rest for at least one month.

"I'm not your family, but you're so rude." Du Ying made a cup of glucose water and gave him two anti-inflammatory pills.

After Chu Kun finished his call, he stood at the door and looked in.

Miss Ying seems very skilled in bandaging and caring for patients. Could she have been a nurse before?

He shook his head.

What are you thinking about? How old is Miss Ying?

How could she have been a nurse?

After drinking a large glass of glucose water and taking anti-inflammatory drugs, Meng Yetang's pale face gradually regained color and his spirits improved a lot.

It seemed as if the lost power was recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye.

He felt a little surprised.

He had suffered similar injuries before, and had to take antipyretic injections and anti-inflammatory drugs. He would be in a coma for two or three days.

He exercises and trains every day, so he is in good physical condition. If someone else suffered such a serious injury, he would be in a coma for at least a week.

As a top star, he has a lot of announcements, such as shooting commercials, joining film crews, and participating in variety shows... Of course, he hopes that his injury will heal as quickly as possible.

If he really dared to disappear for a month, his agent would go crazy.

This injury seems to be able to heal quickly. Meng Yetang doesn’t think it’s because of his good health or the effectiveness of the medicine, but rather because of good luck.

He attributed all his good luck to Du Ying, and his eyes became gentler when he looked at her.

Du Ying was sitting on the edge of the bed, staring at him intently, seeming very curious.

“Why do you want to be a star?”

The official name is Purple Net Five Star, which means he is already a master.

Seeing as he gets shot all the time, he must have a lot of rivals and enemies.

As celebrities are public figures, it is inconvenient for them to carry out their daily tasks and the risk factor is also high.

It is not a wise choice to choose this profession.

"There is indeed a reason, but I can't tell you now." Meng Yetang admitted frankly.

Although I have only known Du Ying for a short time and have only worked with her once, I don't feel the slightest bit of strangeness.

I somehow felt that she was trustworthy.

So after he got injured, the first person he thought of was Du Ying.

It's just that he has his own secrets and can't tell her now.

"Okay, then you stay here and rest for a while. I'll go to the drugstore to buy you some medicine for your injuries." Du Ying didn't insist on getting to the bottom of the matter.

The other person didn't want to say too much, and she had no interest in asking further questions.

Meng Yetang breathed a sigh of relief, "Thank you, Waiwai."

Du Ying asked Chu Kun to take care of the wounded as she had to go out for a while.

She changed her clothes, put on a small schoolbag, and said to Meng Yetang, "Your recovery at my house is not free. I have to keep your food, accommodation, and medicine confidential. You can do the math and transfer the money to Brother Kun."

Chu Kun: “…” Finally relieved.

I knew it, no matter how handsome the top stars are, they can't compare to the young master's unparalleled elegance.

As expected, Miss Ying had no interest in pretty boys.