Fast-wearing female supporting role always acts as a demon

Chapter 157: Highly Talented Students at Xiandao Academy (21)

For several days in a row, the threshold of the Ye family was almost stepped down by the people who came to visit.

Ye Yanshuang felt awkward and happy, the happy thing was that from now on, his Ye family would be famous far and wide, as for the awkwardness, it was naturally not Ye Wan who earned back the face.

In the world of cultivation, everyone will only stare at the top people. Even though Wan'er is very good, but now, she is still suppressed to death by Ye Meng, who has only broken through the realm of refining medicine.

This inevitably made him feel uneasy when receiving guests.

Ye Meng seemed to have suddenly realized that she was going against the previous stupid and resigned appearance, and Ye Yanshuang would faintly feel that some things were getting out of her control.

Especially in the past few days, Ye Meng left early and returned late every day, so she didn't know what she was busy with or who she met.

Ye Yanshuang once sent someone to follow Ye Meng, but she didn't expect Ye Meng to go around, and soon lost him.

After the man came back, he looked aggrieved, and swore over and over that he would never be discovered by Ye Meng, but he was just lost.

Of course Ye Yanshuang was angry, but unfortunately she couldn't find a place to vent it, so she had to send someone away, and she must never appear in front of Ye Meng again.

For this daughter who has changed into a different person, Ye Yanshuang still wants to observe more.

Ye Wan has been unable to go out to see the wind for several days. Fortunately, she was discovered in time. After the treatment of her parents, she has already stopped itching, and the place where the blood was scratched has been slowly repaired, and new skin has formed.

Su Jianchun knew her daughter's temperament too well, and repeatedly told Ye Wan not to make noise, after all, the source of this medicine powder was not Ye Meng.

Although Ye Yanshuang doesn't like Ye Meng, but after all, as a father, he would not like to see excessive internal fighting in the house.

Ye Wan was too wronged, and he couldn't do any more nonsense, because his body didn't allow it.

But she has already calculated in her heart that sooner or later, she must make Ye Meng look good!
In the past few days, the Fengxing trade union has been beaming with joy from top to bottom.

Since his wife was disfigured and went to work, the trade union has not recruited newcomers for many years.

Practitioners naturally admire strength, and they don't want to waste energy in a place where the mountains are dying.

If things go on like this, except for the young master Cheng Feng, the union is dead silent, even the president himself has not practiced kung fu for a long time.

But in the past few days, that girl Ye, who is as beautiful as a fairy without any modification, has been coming to the door every day, and from time to time she will bring some delicious snacks and some delicious homemade drinks to the old people of the trade union.

Some of them have seen it before, some haven't, but even if they are unfamiliar, they can still feel the incomparably pure vitality flowing inside, which is of course beneficial to the body.

At the beginning, they only regarded Ye Meng as a voluntary newcomer. Later, once the news spread that Ye Meng had made a whole furnace of "Longevity" by himself, the disciples' emotions completely boiled over!
If such a strong person joins voluntarily, then of course it means that the good days of their popular trade union are coming!
Although the president had repeatedly told them not to spread information about Ms. Ye for the time being, it still couldn't stop them from beaming with joy.

On this day, an old man in the trade union was standing under the tree in the yard thinking about something, and Mrs. Cheng's familiar voice suddenly rang in his ears.

"Elder, the stone bench is cold, you have to pay attention to your health!"

The elder hurriedly turned around and saluted, thanking his wife for her concern, but when he raised his eyes, his eyes widened instantly.

The half of the face that was originally scarred, although still showing scars at this time, is already extremely pale, and there are gleams of light flickering, and the original deep depression is recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Madame! Your face!"

(End of this chapter)