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

Chapter 132

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.

"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."

Yeyue looked serious and said in a very cold and formatted tone: "I am one of the leaders of the Shadow Pavilion, Yeyue. According to the instructions of my master before his death, I will protect you closely and will never let your life be threatened."

Ning Ruochu sneered in his heart.

Shadow Pavilion is a security organization founded by Luo Zhouheng. Its members are all top killers or operatives who are responsible for Luo Zhouheng's personal safety and carrying out assassination missions.

The commanders are all selected through internal fighting competitions, and their strength is believed to be among the top 20 in the world.

But today, someone broke in directly and arrested him in such a short time...

Ning Ruochu sobbed and put the back of her hand against her mouth and nose.

The delicate figure was tottering, her eyes were red and misty, as if the tears would splash out in the next second.

Fragile and pitiful.

Yeyue frowned, looking a little impatient: "From now on, the entire Pearl Island will be guarded more strictly, Madam, have a good rest."

After saying that, she walked away in her high heels.

Ning Ruochu glanced at her background quietly, then picked up a tissue to wipe away her tears without much care. The hazy water vapor dissipated, and her eyes became clearer and brighter, like the sun after a sudden rain.

She returned to the computer, the cartoon was still playing, she picked up the tortoise jelly and started watching it again.

In just a few days, Luo Zhouheng completely changed his opinion of Ning Ruchu.

He knew that the Ning Ruchu he had seen and known before was just her disguise.

She is the disciple of the head of Lingxin Hall and an unrestrained person who is unmatched in the hacker world.

These identities prove Ning Ruchu's strength.

After seeing how she remained motionless and calm today even when the bullet was so close to her, Luo Zhouheng was certain that Ning Ruchu had faced this situation more than once.

She is far more than what he sees now...

……

The next day.

Upon hearing the news that Ning Ruchu was attacked, Ling Chuan rushed over early in the morning.

As soon as I entered the door, I saw Yeyue standing in the middle of the hall in a tight suit.

A pair of narrow and long phoenix eyes stared at him quietly, waiting for him for a long time.

Ling Chuan saw her and walked forward angrily.

"You let people in on purpose!"

His tone was firm and undeniable.

Yingge has been protecting the safety of the villa for many years, but something went wrong yesterday.

And Yeyue should have come to protect Ning Ruchu on the day Luo Zhouheng died.

Being late would be one thing, but it caused such a big fuss!
Ling Chuan's chest heaved, he was very angry.

There was no emotion in Yeyue's eyes. She raised her head, a slight curve at the corner of her mouth, and glanced at him with a mocking look.

"Even if you are the secretary beside the master, you have no right to ask about the affairs of the Shadow Pavilion."

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."

Finally, she concluded, "His breath is very chaotic."

Ye Yue was puzzled: "Is your breath chaotic?"

Ran Yunqing nodded, "It's like the qi in the body is disrupted, the internal organs can't work normally, and there is chaos."

"It's like..." She paused, her eyes deep as she chose her words, "The inner strength in martial arts novels."

Yeyue obviously didn't believe it, "Is it so weird?"

In her opinion, the things in the novel are nothing but absurd talk. "I didn't expect that there are still such people in modern times." Ran Yunqing murmured to himself.

Yeyue: "Can it be cured?"

"Yes." Ran Yunqing took out the silver needle he carried with him, "Luck."

Yeyue:? ?

Four silver needles were pinched in his hand, forming an afterimage, and were inserted into one acupuncture point after another with extremely fast movements.

Even though Ye Yue had received brutal training since childhood and had developed extremely strong reaction speed, he could only barely capture the location of the silver needle and was a little frightened.

I’m afraid she can’t match this hand speed.

After the acupuncture, the man suddenly gasped and opened his eyes suddenly.

It seems like a soul has returned.

He was breathing heavily and felt weak all over, but he still stood up the moment he saw Yeyue.

"Ye Tong..."

A fishy and sweet taste filled her throat, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, scaring Ran Yunqing so much that she dodged quickly, but her green dress was still stained with a hint of red, like a blooming plum blossom.

But today she was wearing a modified cheongsam, the skirt only reached her knees, the hem was loose, and the shadows of bamboo were vaguely visible on the skirt.

The abrupt embellishment and the elegant and tranquil artistic conception are completely gone.

The man's face turned purple, Yeyue squinted his eyes, turned his head and asked: "What's going on?"

what happened?

This guy ruined my clothes and you're asking me what happened?!
Ran Yunqing was filled with anger, but this was the God who could give her two hundred thousand.

Faced with this huge amount of money that she had never imagined, she chose to bow her head.

"My body hasn't adjusted itself well yet, and I suddenly stood up, disrupting the energy in my body."

Yeyue didn't want to listen to her vague remarks, but Ran Yunqing's treatment was indeed effective.

"Can it be cured?" she said briefly.

Ran Yunqing reluctantly inserted the needle into the man's hand and warned him, "Don't move, or I'll pierce the wrong acupuncture point and you'll have to go to hell."

Yeyue felt somewhat repulsed by the mysterious words she brought up from time to time.

She shifted her pace a little, feeling a little impatient.

After Ran Yunqing pierced the last acupuncture point, the bruises on the man's face slowly faded away and his face regained its redness.

Ran Yunqing put away the silver needle and put it back into the box.

The man thanked him politely, and Ran Yunqing said coldly: "Just transfer the money over."

Ye Yue glanced at the man with a cold look in her eyes, then raised her head and said, "Please ask Dr. Ran to tell me your bank account."

The little face that was just smiling suddenly brightened.

He ran up happily and looked up his bank card number.

After taking note, Ye Yue said to Ning Ruochu: "Madam, I want to take her down for questioning."

Ning Ruochu: "Commander Ye, just go and do your work. I will be fine."

After the two left, Ning Ruochu glanced at Ran Yunqing with disdain: "Who would record the account in a mobile phone?"

Ran Yunqing laughed and said, "Sister, you have billions of assets."

She put away her phone and said proudly, "If you have nothing to do and give me one million, I have to be prepared. Otherwise, what if you regret it later?"

Ning Ruochu: “…”

It’s not like she doesn’t know her account.

"Are you short of money?"

It is true that Ran Yunqing seldom sees patients often, but that does not mean that she lives in poverty.

She said as a matter of course: "Who would complain about having too much money?"

Ning Ruchu didn't want to talk about this with her.

After thinking about what I just said, I was filled with doubts.

"You mean, that person was injured by internal force?"

"Yes." Ran Yunqing sighed, "If Master hadn't forced me to learn that set of breathing and acupuncture techniques, I wouldn't know what to do."

Qiao Weisong is the 872nd generation descendant of the Medical Saint and has access to countless ancient medical books and classics.

The acupuncture method that Ran Yunqing just used has a history of at least 1,500 years. After continuous improvement and perfection by later generations, it can regulate the chaotic energy in the body and restore order.

In ancient times, this method was often used to heal seriously injured martial arts knights.

How could this happen now that the inner strength has been lost?
This matter is too strange and unbelievable.

Ning Ruchu confirmed it again and again, which made Ran Yunqing impatient.

"Junior sister, I know you are very talented, but how many years have I been in the industry? How many years have you been here? Besides, martial arts is a unique martial art in China with a profound historical and cultural background. You know more about it than me?"

Ning Ruochu pursed her lips slightly and said nothing more.

The phone in her pocket vibrated and she picked it up to take a look.

On the completely black screen, a line of green English font appeared: [The killer whale team has dived. Please reply to see how the situation is on your side.]

After returning to the villa, Ran Yunqing went into the bedroom with Ning Ruchu, using the excuse that he had to give her acupuncture every day.

Ning Ruchu placed the cotton doll on the bedside, then came over and turned on the computer.

She took out her cell phone and imported the captured data into her computer.

The screen flashed, and a variety of figures appeared.

Judging from the angle, it's a surveillance camera.

Ran Yunqing leaned back in shock: "The long-legged queen is following you, and you can still secretly hack into the system."

Ning Ruochu corrected: "It's not an invasion, it's a virus."

She supported her chin with one hand and adjusted the monitoring time, her lazy tone full of disdain and contempt.

"I made it for convenience before, so it's not complete. I didn't expect the system in the underground martial arts training ground to be so rubbish."

Watching the surveillance video played at 36 times the speed, Ran Yunqing huddled nearby, not daring to say a word: "Just... is there a possibility that you are just too awesome?"

Ning Ruochu stared at the screen with her almond-shaped eyes, wondering if he had heard it or not.

Ran Yunqing was afraid of disturbing her, so he kept silent.

There was silence in the room.

A few seconds later, Ning Ruochu's slender white fingertips suddenly dropped and whispered, "Found it."

Ran Yunqing leaned over to take a look and found that the video had been adjusted back to its original speed.

The underground martial arts training ground is dimly lit, but important people often come here. The cameras are all top-notch and the views are clear.

When Ran Yunqing saw the petite, inconspicuous woman in the crowd knock down the opponent with just a few moves, he was stunned and pointed at the figure on the screen in disbelief.

"She...can't be the one who practices martial arts?"

Ning Ruochu froze the screen on the scene where her face was visible, and her round, bright black eyes narrowed.

Previously, Jian Taoyue used her injuries to help Xie Cixing threaten Yeyue because Xie Cixing cared about her.

And at this moment, it was truly proved that the person with inner strength was Jian Taoyue!

Ning Ruchu continued playing.

When seeing Jian Taoyue knocking the man unconscious with one blow, Ran Yunqing put his hands on his face with an obsessed expression.

"Wow! Jianghu Lady, I love you so much!!"

Ning Ruochu glanced at her with disdain, "Who don't you like who's good-looking?"

When they first met, Ran Yunqing said that she was adorable and that he would protect her for the rest of his life.

Oh, woman!

Ran Yunqing didn't hear her taunting, and excitedly pulled her arm and asked, "Do you know who she is?"

Ning Ruchu turned away and said, "I don't know him."