Starting from the Zhang family of the stolen pen to start the disco therapy

Although Zhang Qisan left the Zhang family, due to Zhang Qiyuan's suggestion, Zhang Haike never severed his relationship with Zhang Qisan, and there were many interests involved.

Therefore, in the eyes of outsiders, Zhang Qisan has never left the Zhang family.

Zhang Qiyuan was reluctant to say more: "There is one more thing. Mr. Hong is so old now, he must want to have a grandchild."

Class leader Hong was so excited that his face turned red.

The girl was a little shy. She glanced at Er Yuehong and her pale face turned red.

Er Yuehong pursed his lips. He claimed that he was a playboy and his mentality was a little unstable, but he also wanted a child, whether for his father or for the girl.

Although he himself was not looking forward to the birth of a child, his whole family wanted one.

Including the unreliable younger brother, who always wanted to play with his little nephew.

"Of course I do." Er Yuehong looked into Zhang Qiyuan's half-smiley eyes, "But you can't hurt the girl."

Zhang Qiyuan nodded: "Don't worry, having a child can also change her fate."

Er Yuehong pondered for a moment and thought that this was a good idea.

There is also a saying that a mother's status depends on her son.

"Let me make it clear first, there is a prerequisite, Zhang Qisan has to have a cub first!" Zhang Qiyuan could no longer hold back his smile, he laughed so hard that he bent forward and backward. To the Hong family, he looked like a flower with a face full of joy.

When the time comes, he will steal Zhang Qisan’s baby!

Hahahahahaha.

Hongfu is also a family that loves appearance.

Er Yuehong secretly praised Zhang Qiyuan's appearance, then frowned: "He doesn't even have a wife, how can he have a child?"

Zhang Qiyuan doesn't care about that: "So you have to pay more attention to it."

Er Yuehong is increasingly confused about Zhang Qiyuan. She says she hates Zhang Qisan, but she is also worried about Zhang Qisan's marriage and offspring...

Er Yuehong nodded, not wanting to delve deeper into the matter. "These are all minor issues. As long as you can cure the girl, you can ask for anything."

He doesn't care about so many things. For the girl, if he was asked to pick up a knife and kill Chenpi, he would not hesitate for a second.

"It's getting late today, let's start tomorrow. We can talk about the specific treatment plan while we eat." Zhang Qiyuan looked relaxed, which made Er Yuehong, who was worried about the girl's health, feel a lot more relaxed.

The food at Hong Mansion is light, a bit similar to that at Zhang’s, except that it’s not very sweet.

In order to get enough rest and cooperate with tomorrow's treatment, the girl went to bed early.

In the bright dining room, Zhang Qiyuan ate half a meal and mentioned the treatment plan.

"Detoxify first, then recuperate your body." Zhang Qiyuan saw through the girl's fate at a glance, that is, she was destined to die early. If she wanted to change her fate, it was not only about curing the disease and maintaining health.

Zhang Qiyuan reported a string of medicinal herbs and a prescription to temporarily save the girl's life.

Er Yuehong also knew some medical knowledge. He thought for a moment and said, "The medication is too strong."

Zhang Qiyuan drank the lotus and bamboo fungus soup slowly. It tasted delicious, and the crisp and tender bamboo fungus was especially tasty. He drank a few more sips before saying, "This is for keeping her alive. If you want to extend her life, you need other means."

Er Yuehong couldn't help but believe Zhang Qiyuan's words. Could it be that the Zhang family always had a convincing charm? He thought about Zhang Qisan, who was also like this, and there were many people who swore to follow him to death.

"All ears."

"First, build a cenotaph for her and find a piece of land at home to worship her tablet. Well, it would be best if you could change her name and find a wealthy family to recognize her as a godparent or a distant relative."

Zhang Qiyuan whispered, and the other three people at the table were horrified. Two words popped up in their minds: deceiving the heaven!

"Wait two years, when her health has recovered, you can marry her. Well, it's best if she stays with the same family." Zhang Qiyuan still felt that this was not very reliable, so he added, "Hold the funeral and wedding in a grand manner, and watch her mouth. It's best if she accepts her new parents and relatives from the bottom of her heart."

Er Yuehong stared at his brother Hongxi and said, "Don't tell Chenpi about this, and don't tell anyone else."

Boss Hong agreed. His youngest son was simple-minded and didn't have a trick up his sleeve. "I'll be watching him in person for the next few months and will send him to the Zhang family during the Chinese New Year."

Hongxi looked aggrieved and looked at her father and elder brother in disbelief: "This is too much."

Zhang Qiyuan finished his soup, wiped his mouth, and suggested: "How about I cast Oblivion on you after this is done?"

Of course, in the end no one in the Hong family agreed, as they did not trust Zhang Qiyuan's magic.

As expected, Western stuff is still not widely circulated in the country.

After eating and drinking, Zhang Qiyuan said goodbye and Er Yuehong saw him off personally.

When he reached the door, Zhang Qiyuan said casually: "I came here for the Nine Gates, which is not a bad thing."

Er Yuehong raised an eyebrow, suddenly realizing that this person was really hard to figure out and guess: "As long as I can help, I will do my best."

I'm afraid this is the reason why Chairman Zhang made the trip in person.

Just now when I told him to stand on the Zhang family's side, I was hinting at that.

Er Yuehong brainstormed for a long time, looked at Zhang Qiyuan's leisurely back slowly sinking into the night, sighed softly, and went briskly to find his wife.

When Zhang Qiyuan returned to the Zhang family base, the little Zhangs had already gone to bed. It seemed that their schedule was normal. If it was abnormal, it was because they had to work the night shift.

Axue was sleeping with her legs spread out, lying in a rocking chair, swaying back and forth.

Zhang Qiyuan also had a dreamless night and slept well. Ah Huan lay quietly on the windowsill basking in the moonlight, and a peaceful atmosphere was flowing.

The red sun is rising and it is a sunny day.

Zhang Qiyuan got up early and strolled to Hong Mansion for breakfast. He ordered food in the kitchen as naturally as the host.

Er Yuehong had already prepared the medicinal materials, and for some rare ones, he asked Jie Jiu for help.

Around ten o'clock, the girl who was taking a medicinal bath felt refreshed and energetic, which gave Er Yuehong, who had been waiting for a long time, a glimmer of hope.

The girl can really survive.

I can really stay by his side forever.

"She has to soak for another seven days." Zhang Qiyuan smacked his lips. "Her body is leaking like a sieve. The effect of her nourishment is only half and half."

The owner of Hong's team was also very surprised, not to mention the idiot Hong Xi.

But one thing is that some medicinal herbs are really hard to find, even Er Yuehong finds it a bit of a headache.

But Zhang Qiyuan continued to chatter: "I have to start working on the script I designed for you."

Mr. Hong thought about it all night and thought it would be best to find someone from the Nine Gates. After thinking for a long time, he still felt that the Jie family was a good choice.

The Xie family is prosperous and has many relatives, so the sudden appearance of a child is not surprising.

He also has some friendship with the Xie family. Xie Jiu is very tight-lipped and will not leak any information.

"After the funeral, I will find a reason to expel Chenpi from the sect." Er Yuehong said. This disciple is not a good-tempered person. It is not an exaggeration to say that he is cruel and ruthless.

Chenpi, this evil wolf, can survive anywhere.

However, one thing is that Chenpi is very familiar with the girl, and he can't let things go wrong because of this guy.