Holding the big boss doll, the soft beauty is going crazy

Chapter 122

Xie Cixing was in a daze for a moment, then he reacted belatedly and closed his eyes, not knowing how to describe his feelings at the moment.

He wanted Ning Ruchu to be honest in her heart, not in her appearance!
It makes him seem so nonsensical.

Xie Cixing's eyes twitched, "You said the same thing to Luo Zhouheng?"

How unruly must she be in front of her husband to tease him like this?
I am also speechless about this.

Luo Zhouheng, who was imprisoned in a cotton doll, felt like a dumb person eating bitter herbs - a feeling of frustration that he couldn't express.

This was not the Ning Ruchu he remembered.

Although sometimes I feel fortunate that she is not who I think she is.

But this situation now made Luo Zhouheng feel very uncomfortable.

The two of them were talking, completely ignoring his existence.

A cold voice suddenly came into his mind, causing Ning Ruochu's heart to tremble slightly.

"Does Madam Luo still remember her title?"

Ning Ruochu's pupils were wandering, and her eyeballs looked slightly downward. She glanced at the cotton doll in her arms, feeling a little surprised.

She smiled slightly and said to Xie Cixing: "Master Xie, please don't worry about the matters between us as husband and wife."

With his hands, he gently stroked the cotton doll's head, as if to comfort it.

"My dear Ah Heng seems to be a little unbalanced."

It was still that sweet tone, which made Luo Zhouheng's soul tremble.

"Don't worry, I love you the most." Ning Ruchu combed the cotton doll's hair with her fingertips, gently as if soothing a well-behaved kitten.

Subconsciously, her voice was cheerful and tender, but her expression did not change when facing Xie Cixing.

Luo Zhouheng's soul was tense and he didn't know how to describe his feelings at the moment.

Ning Ruochu has become more and more unbridled recently, making him wonder if they are the same person.

"What on earth are you playing at?" Luo Zhouheng's cold words were full of warnings.

Going to great lengths to forge an identity and reunite with one's biological parents can be understood as discarding one's external identity and testing one's sincerity.

Then why did she marry him and give up the rest of her life?
Although he is dead now, his soul has been preserved, allowing him to live in another way.

All of this is really hard to understand.

Luo Zhouheng felt depressed and secretly hated himself for never noticing anything wrong with Ning Ruchu for such a long time.

He sneered: "It seems that I really need to care about you more."

Xie Cixing had mentioned Ning Ruchu to him many times in private.

It's said cryptically.

At that time, Luo Zhouheng just thought it was a reminder for him to be careful about people around him being taken advantage of.

Now it seems that his worries were not unfounded.

This short sentence seemed to stimulate Ning Ruchu's brain nerves.

Her pupils flickered and she blinked, and her teasing voice echoed deep in Luo Zhouheng's soul: "My husband is so good!"

These four simple words, coupled with Ning Ruchu's immersed tone, forced Luo Zhouheng into silence.

Looking up, Xie Cixing left because of her teasing and meaningless reply.

Ning Ruchu chased after him, and the cotton doll in his arms shifted to a different position, with its eyes facing her.

Luo Zhouheng stared at her face for a long time before looking away.

He was aware of his current situation and that he completely depended on Ning Ruchu. He also understood the importance of knowing when to stop and not being greedy.

But some things must be made clear.

Keeping someone you don't trust around you is a form of indulgence, and it's enough to do it once.

"Thank you, Master!"

Ning Ruochu called out to Xie Cixing who was about to enter the banquet hall.

He turned his head, his face unusually serious.

"Mrs. Luo called me, it had better be something important. I don't want to be accused of 'taking advantage of the situation', lest my reputation and Ah Heng's reputation be damaged."

This was the first time Ning Ruchu heard the name "Aheng" from his mouth. It seemed that he cared a lot about their previous friendship.

"Did you make Sheng Qianwei look bad?" Ning Ruochu asked.

Those present were all wealthy people and they would deliberately keep their distance.

When the incident happened, she looked over deliberately. The people next to Sheng Qianwei were all quite far away from her, so she wouldn't have been tripped.

Moreover, she had been well-mannered since childhood, so even if her clothes were inconvenient to wear and her old leg injury recurred, she could not have looked so miserable.

In particular, Xie Cixing's appearance was so timely, and those words were clearly directed at Sheng Qianwei.

What's more, there is someone with internal strength by her side, so it is easy for her to hit the bull from a distance.

"Mrs. Luo really wronged me. I am so far away from Miss Sheng, how could I have done this?"

Thinking of the scene just now, Xie Cixing's mouth corners couldn't help but rise. He couldn't control it anymore and put his hand over his mouth to cover it.

Such a reaction couldn't be more obvious.

Ning Ruchu didn't know whether she was influenced by him or was secretly delighted by Sheng Qianwei's embarrassing scene, but she also laughed.

After controlling his emotions, the smile in Xie Ci's starry eyes gradually faded.

Upstairs, Ye Yue, who had received the news, looked at Ning Ruochu who was still fiddling with the snake and reminded her, "She's already here."

Ning Ruchu didn't react.

After two seconds of silence, she suddenly asked, "Does Ah Heng and her really have an old relationship?"

Ye Yue did not give a direct answer, but said: "Sir, you are busy with affairs and have no time for love affairs."

"Yes." Ning Ruochu said sadly, "Except for some necessary occasions, we barely see each other a few times a year."

She closed the breeding box and put down the tweezers.

Just when Yeyue thought she was going to go down, Ning Ruchu suddenly turned around, walked to the other wall, and looked at the creatures in the breeding box.

She suddenly realized something, took a deep breath, and asked Yeyue for help in a panic: "My scorpion is gone!!"

Yeyue frowned and went forward to check.

The feeding box was empty.

She glanced at the lid, which had shifted slightly, revealing a gap the size of a fist.

He must have sneaked out.

Ning Ruochu was so anxious that she almost cried: "That's the variety that Ah Heng gave me specially. It's poisonous."

When Yeyue heard this, she felt incredible.

Why would you keep poisonous creatures at home?
She gathered her thoughts, pressed her fingertips on the earphone, and said seriously, "The scorpion has escaped from Madam's room. Bring professional equipment to capture it immediately."

After saying that, he turned and looked at Ning Ruchu.

"We will capture it as soon as possible. Before that, please do not stay in this room."

Ning Ruochu sobbed silently, wiped the tears from her eyes, and immediately left the room and went downstairs.

The back figure looked a little flustered, and it seemed that he was extremely scared.

In the room, Yeyue took out the communicator she carried with her and dialed the number.

……

In the living room, the butler spotted Ning Ruochu with his sharp eyes, walked to the stairs and bowed slightly, with a respectful and humble attitude: "Madam."

The tone was noticeably gentler and more respectful than before.

Sheng Qianwei felt very uncomfortable and turned around.

Ning Ruochu came down the stairs and walked slowly towards this side. Today she was wearing a pearl white silk top and her bow tie was neatly and perfectly tied.

The light pink hip-hugging skirt is elegant and simple, but the dark patterns are exquisite and delicate, and a slight shift of the shape will give off a sense of light.

The skirt is below the knees, revealing smooth and slender calves.

The lines are smooth, and the skin under the sun is like white jade, with a faint halo.

Sheng Qianwei was horrified: Is this really that bumpkin? !
Ran Yunqing was two years older than her, but he was still frightened by the scene.

Whether it was her calm attitude or the wisdom in her eyes, her master Qiao Weisong admired her from the bottom of his heart.

Those old guys who hold high positions of power in the Medical Alliance treat her like an ancestor.

Ning Ruchu was the one who took the initiative to seek him out as her disciple.

If you say you are Chinese, you should know more about Chinese culture.

At that time, there was still a lot of prejudice against traditional Chinese medicine in the international community. Only leading figures like Qiao Weisong were able to attend the Medical Alliance, but he still had to endure the contempt of many foreign doctors.

Ning Ruchu's words made the top doctors in the entire medical alliance hate Qiao Weisong so much that their teeth itched.

When taking the people away, Ran Yunqing saw with his own eyes a group of elderly people crying loudly, and some even took out their family heirlooms to threaten Qiao Weisong to treat Ning Ruchu well.

A big boss who was ruthless and in a high position now looked pitiful and humble.

For some reason, this made Ran Yunqing feel even more terrified.

Thinking of this, Ning Ruchu suddenly turned around and looked at her.

Ran Yunqing's heart suddenly shuddered, and her soft and sweet voice came to his ears again: "I am weak, and Ah Heng has consulted many doctors for this, but there has been no improvement. Please ask this doctor to carefully help me find out what is wrong with me."

Ran Yunqing rolled his eyes and forced a smile.

"Madam, don't worry. As the 'chief' disciple of the head of Lingxin Hall, my medical skills are second only to his."

She emphasized the word "chief" deliberately, and her soft and charming peach blossom eyes, filled with autumn light, looked at Ning Ruchu proudly and provocatively.

Ning Ruchu smiled warmly in response, quite excited: "That's great!"

She turned around, sat back in the soft chair, put her hands on the back of the chair, and stared straight at Ran Yunqing.

Ran Yunqing took a deep breath and suppressed the impulse in his heart.

He came over with a forced smile and took Ning Ruchu's pulse.

But in just a moment, the ordinary pulse taking changed, and Ran Yunqing was pressing on an acupoint frantically.

Facing Yeyue's questioning, she replied: "This is a special massage method developed by my master. It can relax the muscles and tendons, invigorate the spirit, and is of great benefit to Madam's illness."

The benefits are indeed great, but the pain is equal.

The combination of these acupoints will make Ning Ruchu's whole body itchy and painful as if ants were crawling on it.

Ran Yunqing appeared to be serious and dedicated, but he was already beaming with joy in his heart.

I looked up at Ning Ruchu's expression, and there was no change.

Noticing her gaze, he smiled back provocatively.

Ran Yunqing:……!!

Is this woman an iron man?!

This massage method consumes a lot of strength, and soon Ran Yunqing was defeated. His voice was a little weak: "Madam's condition is complicated, I need to concentrate."

Yeyue glanced at Ning Ruchu and left.

The door closed, Ran Yunqing stood up from the stool and collapsed on the sofa beside him.

Complaint: "Are you a Ninja Turtle? You are so patient!"

Ning Ruchu didn't answer her, but rubbed his arms to relieve the discomfort.

"How is the old master?"

She hasn't seen Qiao Weisong since she returned to the Ning family three years ago.

"Eat well, drink well, and practice Tai Chi every morning. I think you can knock me down with one punch." Ran Yunqing said weakly.

Ning Ruochu brought over a plate of medicinal food and pastries, "It's good for replenishing your energy, have some."

Ran Yunqing glared at her, "You're using the cakes I made to comfort me?"

Ning Ruochu sincerely praised: "The effect is quite good."

Ran Yunqing sneered, sat up straight, picked up a piece and put it into his mouth.

Luo Zhouheng's people personally instructed that since the Madam was in poor health, the food must be made small so that it would be easier for her to eat.

The master was not confident in handing this task over to anyone else, so he asked Ran Yunqing to do it.

In the past two years, she has added chrysanthemum, which is used to soothe the liver, to the medicinal tea she drinks every day.

"Luo Zhouheng appears to be cold towards you on the surface, but he is very considerate to you inwardly."

The decoration style of this villa is more in line with Ning Ruchu's preferences.

Ran Yunqing was shocked, "He is so good to you, but you are wasting his money."

Ning Ruochu didn't respond, and asked her instead: "Did you really cure Sheng Qianwei?"

When mentioning her, Ran Yunqing felt a little happy.

"Of course not. I left some scorpion venom in her body and sealed it with a silver needle. Her leg cannot be seen by anyone."

Ran Yunqing became happier as she spoke, "I was so kind as to let her bring her own weather forecast. Whenever there is a big temperature difference or a season change, she will feel unbearable pain and itchiness."

After Ning Ruochu heard this, her eyebrows slightly raised, and a faint light flashed in her eyes, like a stream passing through the night sky, bright and beautiful.

"She didn't provoke you, why did you treat her like this?"

She said in a scolding tone, and Ran Yunqing got goose bumps all over his body. He asked back, "Where did the scorpion venom in Sheng Qianwei's body come from?"

Ning Ruochu smiled without saying anything, her smooth fingertips tapped lightly on the keyboard, playing the cartoon.

Hearing the voice, Ran Yunqing leaned over to take a look with a look of contempt.

Still so childish!

Ten minutes later, Ran Yunqing, who had been concentrating on watching that episode of cartoon on the computer screen, suddenly came back to his senses.

Why is she following suit?!
He suppressed the surprise on his face and asked Ning Ruochu seriously, "Luo Zhouheng is dead, do you still want to keep the poison in your body?"

The soul in the cotton doll was startled.

poison?
Could it be that her illness was all caused by her?
Luo Zhouheng didn't believe that the direct disciple of Lingxin Hall would be such a delicate and pitiful person.

But why?
Hasn't he protected her well enough in the past two years?
Ning Ruochu tilted her head with a lazy posture, and every word she spoke was filled with a charming tone.

"Didn't you say that very well?"

Luo Zhouheng is dead, but his influence still exists.

Ran Yunqing was puzzled: "I am your personal physician now. You don't need to keep the poison in your body. Just act in front of outsiders as usual. After all, you are quite good at acting."

"It's okay, as long as we're alive."

Jian Taoyue glanced sideways and asked sincerely, "Can't we really kill him?"

Xie Cixing put away the gold coins in his hand, stood up lazily, and stood in front of her.

"Xiao Taozi, you are still young and don't know many things." He looked mature and explained slowly, "The power behind that man is extraordinary."

Jian Taoyue tilted her head, "So, you're scared?"

Xie Cixing burst into laughter, lowered his head, and his shoulders vibrated in time with his laughter.

He raised his head, curved his brows, and his affectionate eyes were sparkling with tears.

was amused.

"Would I be afraid of him?" Xie Cixing asked back.

Jian Taoyue frowned, not understanding his behavior and feeling a little confused.

Just at this moment, the cell phone on the sofa suddenly rang.