Let me count your fate!

If he would rather give up the truth, Qin Lusheng would not open his mouth.

It was exactly nine o'clock when we got home, and it was still early to go to bed at this time, the butler just took Qin Lusheng's coat and watched him go to the study, when he was startled by Ling Shuyi who came in after him, and hurriedly asked: "Young lady, what's wrong with you, young lady? "

Ling Shuyi pouted and said, "It's okay, I'm allergic to chili peppers, it's swollen."

Uncle Zhou quickly hung up Qin Lusheng's clothes and said, "Go back to your room and rest, and I'll get you some allergy medicine."

Ling Shuyi wanted to say that there is no need to trouble, but Uncle Zhou has already brought the medicine box in a hurry. Although he is old, his legs and feet are still sharp. Ling Shuyi went back to the room with him, sat on the chair, and said with difficulty: "It's really all right. ,It will be fine after few days."

Uncle Zhou said: "It's better to take some medicine, otherwise it will be a lot of trouble."

Ling Shuyi no longer refuted his kindness, and happily applied a layer of ointment. During the process, Butler Zhou's expression was a little complicated, he endured it, and still laughed out loud.

Ling Shuyi was puzzled at first, but accidentally glanced at the full-length mirror in the room, stared in a daze, and asked, "Who are you?" His mouth was red, swollen and shiny. It looked really ridiculous. Butler Zhou's eyes were kind Said: "This ointment works very well, apply it three times a day, and it will recover soon."

Ling Shuyi nodded. Seeing that it was still early, she gave the chair to Butler Zhou, and climbed into bed to ask, "Uncle Zhou, what does my husband usually like?"

Steward Zhou is naturally willing to tell him that no one has cared about Qin Lusheng since the old man passed away. After all, the old man is an outsider, and no matter how he asks about his health, he can't compare to the care of his relatives. But after so many years, except Mrs. Qin would occasionally Called to ask a few words, and no one else came to the door. This month, Qin Lu was promoted to the old house a few times. It was because of the urging of the marriage. Uncle Zhou used to be with the old man. He heard that he had arranged for his grandson To put it bluntly, this marriage is a child's kiss at best, but at its worst... it's just for Qin Lusheng's joy and evil.

Uncle Zhou thought that Ling Shuyi would be more resistant, but he didn't expect him to be cheerful, and he was also a little gentleman who could pinch and count. After thinking for a while, he said, "Master, he...he..." Uncle Zhou paused for a few seconds and was speechless for a while. He couldn't think of anything. Besides work, what other hobbies does Qin Lusheng have?

As for painting and playing the harmonica, the old man taught him before, and he learned quietly on the sidelines, never saying whether he likes it or not, Uncle Zhou sighed: "Master, there is nothing I like."

"Who said that?" Ling Shuyi sat up straight on the bed and puffed up her chest, pointing at herself and laughing: "He likes me!"

Qin Lusheng was too busy to go back to his room to sleep. He wanted to make himself extremely tired so that he would not be able to wake up when he fell down. His hands and feet were tightly locked and his mouth and nose were blocked so that he couldn't breathe. He couldn't wake up and he couldn't break free. When he was struggling with the last bit of strength, he suddenly found a hand pulling him through the chaos. Out of trouble, that warm hand seemed to be able to drive away all malice, Qin Lusheng gasped, and staggered to follow the owner of the hand to get rid of the shadow that was chasing him, "Who are you?" Qin Lusheng asked .

The man suddenly stopped in his tracks. With his fair neck and short short hair, the sun gradually penetrated through the clouds to give color to the gray dream, and the breeze blew the corners of his clothes in front of him. Lu Sheng froze in place suddenly, he had a pair of clear and clean eyes, and two ruddy... sausage mouths.

"Tap", the bedside lamp suddenly turned on, Qin Lusheng wiped the cold sweat off his forehead, and he no longer felt sleepy.

Early the next morning, as soon as Ling Shuyi stepped out of the door, he felt a gaze from above sweeping towards him. He raised his head abruptly, only to see Qin Lusheng going downstairs with his downcast eyes arranging his cufflinks. Ling Shuyi took the initiative to say hello: "Good morning, husband. .”

Qin Lusheng raised his eyes and remained silent. Ling Shu noticed that his eyes were bloodshot and asked in a little surprise, "Didn't you sleep well last night?"

Qin Lusheng acquiesced and went directly to the restaurant.

Ling Shuyi stared at his back and murmured in a low voice: "It shouldn't be, is it really so empty?"

There was a hot breakfast on the dining table. Ling Shuyi picked up a bowl of millet porridge he had ordered and moved the chair. Seeing Qin Lusheng glanced at him and said nothing, he moved again. When squeezed together, the chopsticks cannot be stretched.

Qin Lusheng put down his coffee and said flatly, "What are you going to do?"

Ling Shuyi grinned her thick lips, bared her teeth with difficulty and asked, "Honey, do you want to buy a talisman?"

Qin Lusheng's gaze stayed on his lips, and he said, "I won't buy it."

Ling Shuyi leaned on him again, and took out a yellow-orange Taoist talisman from his trouser pocket: "Are you sure you don't want to buy it? Five hundred for outsiders, three hundred for my husband, I guarantee you a dreamless night and sleep until dawn!"

Qin Lusheng frowned. Should he carry his Dao Talisman with him and find time to sell it?He refused again indifferently: "Don't buy it, I don't believe in these messy things."

"It's a mess?" Ling Shuyi felt that his professionalism was being questioned, so he stood up and pouted, "You don't have to believe it! But you can't say it's a mess!"

Qin Lusheng looked at no one in his eyes and only opened his mouth, looking very unkind, Ling Shu said angrily, "Don't be brave! There will be times when you cry and beg me!" After speaking, he picked up the millet porridge on the table and said, Gudong" After taking two sips, he walked away with his arms swung.

Qin Lusheng stared at the empty bowl with two grains of rice in it for a long time, finally rubbed his brows, and got up to go to work.

After a busy day, his mind was full of warm palms and lingering sausage mouths. Qin Lusheng took a sip of coffee to refresh himself, and called his personal doctor. Long?"

Qin Lusheng: "Yes."

Doctor asks, "Average sleep?"

Qin Lusheng said, "One to two hours, or not."

The doctor said: "You are too serious this time. If you continue, your body will collapse. I will go over now to see and prescribe some medicine for you."

Before going to bed, Qin Lusheng took two calming and tranquilizing medicines, but at night he was still entangled in the black mist. When he woke up and turned on the bedside lamp, he heard a series of knocking sounds on the window. He frowned, Getting out of bed and opening the curtains, I saw Ling Shuyi standing on the balcony with his reddened lips, with an expression that he had known for a long time. The two of them looked at each other without speaking. Five minutes later, Ling Shuyi walked coldly to the balcony of the study without looking back. away.

It was the same the next day, and it was still the same for a few days. Every time I woke up and turned on the light, I could hear Ling Shuyi standing outside smashing the glass. When I saw him, I would proudly puff out my small chest and didn't speak or move. Only those eyes flickered. The ground blinked vigorously, as if to say: How about it?Believe it or not?Still don't believe it?Don't believe me, come tomorrow!

"..."

At around ten o'clock in the morning, Steward Zhou received a call from his family. Mrs. Zhou said that since he filled up the land of the ancestral grave according to Ling Shuyi's wishes, his youngest son's complexion improved obviously. Uncle Zhou thought inconceivably: This is too amazing, like a little demigod.Hanging up the phone, I happened to see Ling Banxian lying on the living room floor, with a small box of cinnabar in front of him, holding a writing brush he found somewhere, writing and drawing on a white talisman, the housekeeper looked curiously and asked : "Young lady, why is this talisman white?"

Ling Banxian knew everything, and explained: "Yellow talismans use divine power, and white talismans attract ghosts. Most of the yellow talismans guard houses to ward off evil spirits, and most of them rely on the magic power of the gods. Otherwise, who will protect you? White talismans are rare and the lowest level. It can't attract heavenly soldiers and generals, it can only attract some ghosts and ghosts." Ling Banxian got up after painting: "Last time you said that someone told my husband's fortune, it is true that he lacks love and desire." He curled his lips and said in disgust: "Kinship Short life is nonsense, as for his dream syndrome..."

Steward Zhou hurriedly asked: "Then why is the young master so lacking in love and desire? What is the reason for the dream disease?"

Ling Shuyi raised her chin: "Of course the lack of love and desire is because I didn't meet Young Madam. As for having nightmares, of course it's because I didn't warm the bed for him!"

By the way, warm bed!Ling Shuyi had a flash of inspiration, and whispered a few words to Uncle Zhou.