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

Chapter 126

Xie Cixing was in a daze for a moment, then he reacted belatedly and immediately stood up and stepped back, keeping a safe distance of one meter.

I closed my eyes, not knowing how to describe my mood at this 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 almost 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.

Ning Ruochu raised her eyes and saw Xie Cixing leaving because of her playful and meaningless reply.

She strode after him, and the cotton doll in her arms shifted to a different position, its eyes facing her.

Luo Zhouheng stared at the face he had known for two years, and it took a long time before he looked 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.

He couldn't make the same mistake twice with the same person.

Ning Ruochu's body trembled violently, her thick and curled eyelashes trembled, and she was very annoyed.

She poked her head out from the quilt, her hair became more messy, and her eyes were filled with coldness and cruelty, which was accurately captured by Luo Zhouheng.

In his impression, Ning Ruchu was not in a bad mood when waking up.

Since she woke up yesterday, I noticed that she was in a very bad mood.

Everyone else said that she was heartbroken because her husband had died, but Luo Zhouheng herself scoffed at it.

This woman doesn't care about his life or death at all!
She lazily turned over and leaned on the soft chair in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. Her computer was placed on the small round table in front of her, and a red dot was flashing on the charging port.

As soon as the phone was turned on, the video call was connected.

The night was gloomy on the screen, and the faint light from outside shone through the window, becoming the only source of light.

There was someone sitting with his back to the light, and judging by his figure, he looked like a man.

Ning Ruochu was half lying on his back in a lazy posture, his almond-shaped eyes half-lidded, his nonchalant gaze carrying a hint of mockery: "Are you too poor to pay the electricity bill?"

As soon as he opened his mouth, he spoke with a pure British accent.

The cotton doll left at the foot of the bed was startled: Can she speak English?
She could vaguely catch a glimpse of Ning Ruchu sitting in front of the computer. Inside the doll, Luo Zhouheng's dull eyes narrowed, staring at her with inquiry and doubt.

"Luo Zhouheng is dead." A mellow voice came from the computer, "When will you come back?"

Ning Ruochu crossed her long, white legs together, her eyes indifferent, still maintaining that indifferent attitude.

"According to Chinese tradition, after the husband dies, the wife needs to remain faithful to him, so I can't go back."

The two words "shou chastity" are repeated in Chinese.

The other party asked her about it, and Ning Ruchu explained: "After my husband dies, I cannot remarry and must be loyal to him forever. I will even die with him and follow him even after I die."

The man obviously didn't believe it. Ning Ruochu looked at him with a smile: "Who knows Chinese culture better, you or me?"

The answer is of course her, but men understand modern society better.

"Don't lie to me with your abolished traditions. Luo Zhouheng is already dead, and there is no point for you to stay in China. Or do you still have illusions about your biological parents?"

The casual gaze suddenly became sharp. Ning Ruchu straightened up instantly, and the venomous snake went into alert mode. His eyes, which were filled with icy cold light, half-narrowed and stared straight at him.

The voice was cold and deep: "You shouldn't say that!"

The tone and timbre of the voice made Luo Zhouheng, who was just listening, feel his heart tremble.

The man lowered his head slightly, revealing his strong chin. A pair of blue eyes could be vaguely seen, as deep and dangerous as the abyss.

An invisible sense of oppression emanated from the two people's eyes, raging in the two rooms connected by the screen, squeezing them madly as if it were a physical entity, making it difficult to breathe.

In the end, it was the man opposite who lowered his head first.

"I'm sorry I shouldn't have brought that up, but you have to come back!"

Ning Ruochu's eyes flickered slightly, his pupils dilated slightly, and then he returned to his casual look.

"How can I inherit Luo Zhouheng's property if I go back?"

The air was silent for a moment.

The man's pupils dilated slightly, and he was a little bit unbelievable, but he quickly figured it out.

A low snort of laughter came from the computer, "Then you should continue to stay in China."

As the sound fell, the screen suddenly went black and quickly returned to the computer desktop.

Ning Ruochu knew that he had misunderstood, but she didn't intend to explain.

She returned to the bed and hugged the cotton doll in her arms.

This time, Luo Zhouheng did not resist or reject the call, and his attention was focused on the conversation just now. He had too many doubts, but he was very clear about one thing.

Ning Ruchu is definitely not what he thinks!
……

Night falls, the moon and stars are scarce.

There was only one floor lamp on in the room. The warm light blurred Ning Ruchu's eyebrows and eyes, making her look hazy and her skin and bones smooth, giving people an unreal feeling.

Her wavy hair was casually scattered, soft and sweet. She was wearing white silk pajamas. The slightly low collar outlined her slender neck line, elegant and casual.

Her delicate hands touched the ceramic bowl, creating a delicate halo as she scooped the tortoise jelly in the bowl in small mouthfuls.

She was walking barefoot on the soft blanket, video chatting with Ran Yunqing.

The corners of her mouth twitched slightly: "You are so relaxed now that your husband is dead."

Although such a big change happened to the Luo family, it had little impact on Ning Ruchu.

The funeral was arranged by the eldest wife's family, and the company affairs were controlled by Ling Chuan and Luo Zhouheng's confidants. She only needed to do a little homework to avoid exposing her tracks in some important occasions.

She ate and drank at home, and her life was even more comfortable than when Luo Zhouheng was around.

Ning Ruochu raised the hand holding the bowl slightly and praised from the bottom of his heart: "Made by Lingxintang, it tastes very good."

"Don't forget that you are also from Lingxin Hall." Ran Yunqing gritted his teeth and reminded each word: "Little, Master, Sister."

Facing the computer, Luo Zhouheng clearly heard Ran Yunqing's words: ! !
Junior sister? !
Doesn't that mean Ning Ruochu is the disciple of the head of Lingxin Hall? !
"Yes, but now I am your boss behind the scenes."

The tone was lazy, but there was a sense of powerlessness that was so frustrating that it made people die.

Ran Yunqing secretly clenched his fists, and inadvertently glanced at the cotton doll next to Ning Ruochu, and suddenly laughed: "Which one is this?"

Ning Ruchu did not respond.

Suddenly, a small red dot flashed wildly in the lower right corner of the computer screen, accompanied by a warning sound.

He stepped forward and said politely, "Excuse me, are you the doctor at Lingxin Hall? Please show me your doctor's certificate."

Ran Yunqing hurriedly took out his card pack, took out a card from four cards and handed it over.

Butler Chen took out the laser pen he had prepared early in the morning and shone it.

When the doctor's certificate of Lingxin Hall is exposed to ultraviolet light, a small white flower will appear.

Different from other medical qualification certificates, this is a card specially approved by the state and is the same size and specifications as an ID card.

In addition to name and gender, it also records information such as who the teacher was and the doctor's number.

When he saw the three words "Qiao Weisong", Butler Chen's pupils suddenly shrank, and he looked up and looked at Ran Yunqing carefully.

I didn’t expect that such a young girl is the apprentice of the master of Lingxin Hall.

He returned the certificate with a kind smile on his face: "Pearl Island has strict security. Anyone who goes to the island must be checked. Please cooperate with me, Doctor Ran."

Ran Yunqing nodded: "I understand."

The killer had sneaked in clearly, how could she not understand?

After checking that everything was correct, Butler Chen made a "please" gesture and welcomed the person into the villa.

The winding path is paved with red bricks, and the sunlight gently shines on the greenery on both sides. The green plants are trimmed into various shapes and decorate both sides of the road, which is lovely and warm.

The breeze blows by, bringing with it a faint floral scent and a hint of coolness, from which you can feel a sense of ease and comfort away from the hustle and bustle of the world.

As the door opened, Ran Yunqing only felt a flash of golden light before his eyes.

In the center of the hall, the exquisite and luxurious crystal chandelier casts mottled light and shadows under the warm sunshine, which contrasts beautifully with the gold edges inlaid on the floor tiles.

Traditional landscape paintings meander on the wall, with the brushstrokes revealing a tranquil and far-reaching artistic conception, depicting a piece of heaven and earth.

Ran Yunqing swallowed and felt so small standing in the living room.

Butler Chen took her to the guest room while explaining the situation.

"That Liberica black fat-tailed scorpion was an experimental subject. As its toxicity weakened, it lost its value, so my husband gave it to my wife to raise. Today, the scorpion accidentally escaped and stung someone."

Ran Yunqing listened attentively.

Internationally, no antidote has been developed for the venom of the Liberica black fat-tailed scorpion.

Now that the toxicity of scorpions has been weakened, it seems that this must be a major breakthrough.

Ran Yunqing sneered inwardly.

It is true that Western medicine is the mainstream today, but the breakthroughs it has made in the field of medical skills are still not comparable to those of traditional Chinese medicine.

It’s just that Chinese medicine has a variety of methods, and some of them have no reasonable scientific basis, so not many people believe in them.

Butler Chen led Ran Yunqing to a room on the first floor.

The space is a bit small, with only one bed, which was temporarily assembled.

"If there is anything that Doctor Ran needs, please feel free to ask."

Due to his occupational disease, Ran Yunqing put on a mask skillfully and walked forward quickly.

I caught a glimpse of her face from the corner of my eye and thought it looked familiar.

She suppressed her doubts and examined the wound carefully.

The black and purple marks spread over the entire calf, causing poisoning and edema. The flesh and blood were rotting centered at the sting site, and black blood was oozing out.

The piles of rotten flesh gave off a foul odor, which was very scary.

Butler Chen glanced at his watch and said, "It has been nearly four hours since Miss Sheng was poisoned."

Sheng?
Ran Yunqing suddenly turned his head and looked carefully at the face of the person on the bed.

Isn't this Sheng Qianwei? !

She read her Weibo several times when the trending search came out, but she only reacted now because of the beauty filter.

The hand that was about to take the pulse stopped immediately, and Ran Yunqing looked hesitant.

In the end, he couldn't bear to cut out the rotten flesh on her leg and give Sheng Qianwei an acupuncture.

The last needle fell, and the fingertips twisted it lightly, and black blood oozed out from the silver needle.

The unpleasant and disgusting smell made Butler Chen at the door cover his mouth and nose with a frown.

She removed the silver needle until the blood returned to its normal color.

"I gave her emergency treatment and used silver needles to seal the poison. She is not in danger of death. I will write a prescription later." Ran Yunqing handed over the box containing the silver needles used to detoxify, "Burn this."

Butler Chen nodded and led the way with a smile: "I will take you to your room first, and then we will go to see the lady."

When Ran Yunqing saw the specifications of the bedroom, he stood there in a daze, with an indescribable complexity on his face.

This place is bigger than my living room, and you tell me it's a bedroom?
For a moment, I didn’t know whether I should hate the rich or be glad that I would live here for a long time.

Ning Ruochu's room was right next door. When Ran Yunqing saw Yeyue, he was frightened by her aura and his heart trembled.

Yeyue glanced at her calmly and turned around: "Come with me."

In the room, Ning Ruochu was holding a cotton doll in her hands, with delicate and small delicacies in front of her, and watching a cartoon.

Ran Yunqing clenched his fists.

That's the difference between people.

Some people spend their days eating, drinking, enjoying themselves and having fun, while others practice medicine and research and make medicine every day.

Hearing the noise, Ning Ruchu raised his eyes and looked over.

Yeyue: "Madam, the private doctor sent by Lingxin Hall is here."

She took off her high heels. Although she was shorter than Lingchuan, he could still feel the sense of oppression from being superior.

Yeyue smiled brightly: "What happened last night was indeed what I did on purpose."