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

Chapter 76

Yeyue leaned over and spoke the phone to Ning Ruchu's ear.

"At the same time, the doctor will also be responsible for taking care of the lady. Please choose the best one."

A basin of cold water was poured over my head.

Qiao Weisong felt very sad.

He put down his phone, and Ran Yunqing asked, "What happened?"

The phone had a unique shape and was soundproofed, so she couldn't hear what the other person said.

But since Ning Ruchu could make a call using this device, the situation must be serious.

Qiao Weisong threw his cell phone on the table, let out a long sigh, his face looking melancholy and his expression unable to hide his loneliness.

"Someone has been poisoned by the Liberica black fat-tailed scorpion."

Ran Yunqing thought Ning Ruchu was poisoned, so he had this expression and comforted her: "She will be able to cure herself, why are you worried."

Even if he cannot reveal his identity, Ning Ruchu has plenty of ways to prevent the poison from spreading.

Qiao Weisong was extremely disappointed: "They also asked me to send a private doctor over."

He covered his face with his hands and let out a sobbing sound.

"I can't see my little apprentice anymore..."

Before I could finish my emotion, I suddenly heard a rustling sound.

Qiao Weisong looked over and saw Ran Yunqing packing his things.

"Where are you going? We have research to do."

"Move to Pearl Island Villa!"

Who would work when you have a villa that occupies the entire island to live in?

“I haven’t designated anyone yet!”

Qiao Weisong shouted hurriedly, but the figure quickly disappeared from the door.

……

In name, Luo Zhouheng is the sponsor of Lingxin Hall.

Therefore, here, he has his private helicopter so that the visiting doctors can arrive quickly to avoid missing the golden time.

Looking down from the air, Ran Yunqing was stunned by the area of ​​Pearl Island.

Putting aside those cold numbers and seeing the island with your own eyes, you will realize how large its area is.

When she landed, her legs were weak.

Looking around the villa with its luxurious architecture and beautiful scenery, Ran Yunqing was extremely excited.

Is this really a place where a corporate slave like me can live?
Butler Chen had already been waiting here.

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."

In addition to Butler Ye and Old Madam Ye, judging by the size and depth of the footprints, there was an elderly man and a man who was roughly over 1.8 meters tall.

Ye Yue was a little surprised: "Madam Ye has guests today?"

When I came here just now, I didn't see any vehicles.

"Yes." Butler Ye answered respectfully, "Mrs. Xie and Second Young Master Xie came over a few days ago and said they wanted to stay here for a while."

Upon hearing that it was the Xie family, Ye Yue was stunned for a moment.

Butler Ye knew that she was worried and explained, "Mrs. Xie and the others live in the west courtyard and will not come to disturb us."

In this way, Yeyue felt relieved.

She said to Ning Ruochu: "Madam, Madam Ye is the most powerful fortune teller in the Feng Shui family today. Her fortune telling is always accurate. I asked you to come here this time because I want to tell you a fortune."

Butler Ye stepped forward and made a "please" gesture.

"Ma'am, my old lady is waiting for you upstairs."

Ning Ruochu nodded.

As soon as I went upstairs, I could vaguely smell a light fragrance coming from inside. It was not as warm and strong as Western perfume, but rather the fresh and elegant style of ancient incense.

In the only room with an open door, an old woman wearing a slim-fitting cheongsam was sitting in front of the incense table.

Although she was approaching old age, she maintained a good figure. Her silver hair was neatly combed and tied up with a red coral hairpin, and she wore a string of excellent agate beads on her chest.

She held the jade incense spoon and gently stirred the incense in the glass incense burner.

Circle after circle, neither fast nor slow.

Both her temperament and dignified manners were the best Ning Ruchu had ever seen.

Old Madam Ye slowly raised her eyes and pointed to the position opposite.

"Ma'am, please sit down."

Ning Ruochu walked up to her, acting like a lady from a wealthy family, bowed slightly to her, and greeted her, "Old Madam."

This action made Old Madam Ye laugh.

The kind and deep laughter was very pleasant to hear, and along with the laughter came the fragrance of curling green smoke.

She smiled and said, "Madam, you don't have to be so respectful to me. Mr. Luo has done a favor to my Ye family. Since you are his wife, you are also the benefactor of my Ye family."

Ning Ruochu was stunned.

She hadn't expected this.

Madam Ye looked at the seat in front of her and said, "Please sit down first."

Ning Ruochu sat down opposite her with the cotton doll on her knees.

As soon as she came in, Old Madam Ye saw it and felt it was familiar. She couldn't help but ask: "This doll..."

Ning Ruochu was silent for a moment, his eyes dimmed: "I designed this based on Ah Heng's image."

The smoke from cigarettes blurred her features. Her dark almond-shaped eyes were slightly pink and misty, giving people a hazy feeling as if she was neither drunk nor intoxicated.

Her voice was hollow and a little broken.

It seems to be more fragile than the ethereal fragrant mist, and will be blown away by the wind with the slightest movement.

Madam Ye sighed deeply and consoled him, "Mr. Luo's news came too suddenly. It was a huge blow to us, but there is still hope."

"Turning point?" Ning Ruochu raised her eyes that seemed to be shining with pearls and jade, "What do you mean?"

Madam Ye looked melancholy as she explained, "To be honest, when the news of Mr. Luo's death came out, I tried to get lucky and made a divination for him, but the divination I got was that he would be reborn after a fatal accident." She was puzzled: "I have been fortune-telling for fifty years and have never made a mistake. But this divination is really strange, and I can't figure out what it means."

Encounter death, and then rebirth...

Ning Ruochu sneered in his heart.

She was not invited to her husband's funeral.

If she didn't come today, after the instigation of the Luo family, she would once again be subject to public opinion storms, be criticized by the public, and be under a lot of pressure.

Ning Ruchu was in poor health and was just pretending, but was taken advantage of by the Luo family.

They knew that given her physical condition, she could not stand the abuse from others.

As long as Ning Ruchu's body can no longer support her in charge of Luo's company, she must exercise power.

She forced a gentle smile, with bitterness evident at the corners of her lips, and her weak voice was nasal.

"What are you talking about, Aunt? How can I not attend Ah Heng's funeral?"

Madam Luo responded calmly: "I just don't want you to be too tired. Our Luo family still depends on you."

"You don't look well. Go to the inner room and rest first."

As he said that, he took Ning Ruchu's hand and was about to take her over.

Ning Ruchu skillfully withdrew his hand, and when facing Madam Luo's slightly surprised look, he calmly shook his head.

She tilted her head and glanced at the portrait of Luo Zhouheng in the center of the mourning hall.

"I want to stay here for a while longer, maybe I can be closer to Ah Heng."

Hearing her thoughtless and affectionate remarks, Mrs. Luo sneered in her heart, tilted her head slightly and sighed worriedly.

"You really care about Zhou Heng, so I won't force you."

Mrs. Luo walked away.

Looking at her back, Ning Ruchu's eyes, which were as gentle as water, sank inch by inch.

"lady."

Someone called her, Ning Ruochu's eyes flickered and she turned around: "Secretary Ling."

Ling Chuan came to her side and reminded her in a low voice: "Master has invited many distinguished people today in order to gain more support. If anyone comes to talk to you, you must be careful and don't say anything involving the Luo family. Just let me handle it."

Ning Ruochu nodded slightly, "Then I'll have to trouble Secretary Ling."

As he turned to leave, a servant accidentally touched his shoulder and he apologized in a panic.

Ning Ruochu said sympathetically, "It's okay."

Soon, someone came forward to talk to Ning Ruchu, but was blocked by Ling Chuan.

While his attention was not on her, Ning Ruchu moved her fingers slightly and twisted the note in her palm.

It is a line of English letters, very simple.

【Evan and his wife.】

Ning Ruochu lowered her eyes slightly and put the note in her handbag.

Suddenly she heard a familiar voice and she paused.

"Sister." The light voice was mixed with a hint of surprise.

Ning Tinglian came over and held Ning Ruchu's hands.

When he saw that she looked pale, his brows furrowed slightly with worry.

"Are you OK?"

Ning Ruchu did not respond, but just shook his head slightly.

"Mr. Luo passed away. You must be very sad." Ning Tinglian's voice was gentle.

Ning Ruchu covered her mouth, her breathing became rapid, and her pair of almond-shaped eyes were already filled with water.

"Ah Heng... is my husband after all, how can I not be sad?"

When Luo Zhouheng came to propose marriage, everyone thought he was going to marry Ning Tinglian.

Even though she was a fake daughter, Ning Tinglian was raised at home since she was young, had the support of her parents, and held shares in the Ning Group.

Not to mention, she has held many piano recitals at a young age. She was not only appreciated by the famous piano master He Hun, but also reported by the media as one of the top ten most promising pianists in China.

With family support, outstanding talent, good looks and elegant manners, she is a famous socialite in the capital.

And Ning Ruchu has been labeled as an ungrateful person.

Ning Ruochu's face turned a little pale.

Zhou Yun stepped forward and wanted to accuse someone, but someone got there first.

"Miss Luo Jiu, don't go too far."

Ning Tinglian stood in front of Ning Ruchu, with her head slightly raised, her aura fully displayed.

"Sister is your sister-in-law after all. Even if you are dissatisfied with her, you should still show her due respect. How can you call her by her name?"

Luo Leyao did not give in, but became even more arrogant: "Did I say something wrong?"

Ning Tinglian frowned slightly.

I had heard that the ninth daughter of the Luo family was unruly, but today I realized how unreasonable she was.

This kind of person is the most difficult to deal with.

Just like Miss Dong just now...

Sheng Qianwei also came over and advised her in a gentle voice: "Le Yao, don't say that about Madam Luo. She is not in good health..."

He looks sick all day long, which makes Luo Leyao hate him.

"What does it have to do with me? Did our Luo family mistreat her?"

Indeed, after Ning Ruochu got married, most of the supplements were moved to Mingzhu Villa.

Luo Leyao, as the youngest child of this generation and a daughter, has been spoiled since childhood, but she has never received such treatment.

Ning Tinglian's face looked a little embarrassed.

These words were clearly accusing the Ning family of being bad to Ning Ruchu.

If they can gain a foothold, how can they still make profits from Ning Ruchu?

She tried her best to suppress her agitated emotions and said softly, "Miss Luo Jiu, today is Mr. Luo's funeral. This is Mr. Luo's mourning hall. Please don't make loud noises."

Sheng Qianwei also suggested: "Le Yao, if there is anything, let's talk about it in private. It's not good to make a scene in front of others."

But to Luo Leyao's ears, it sounded like everyone was speaking for Ning Ruchu.

The suppressed anger flared up and he could no longer hold it in.

"Her reputation is so bad, what do you care about? Why are you so protective of her?"

Luo Leyao just couldn't understand. How could a useless vase be so favored by so many people?

The third brother is, Sheng Qianwei is, and even Ning Tinglian whose position she took away.

Sheng Qianwei looked surprised.

She gave a kind reminder, but was questioned by the other party instead, which would have been unpleasant for anyone.

Because she often came to the Luo family's old house, she was somewhat familiar with Luo Leyao.

Because she is the youngest child in the family, she is spoiled and rude, and even Mr. Luo may not be able to control her.

I thought he would be more sensible as he grew up, but he is even more domineering than before.

Ning Tinglian had little contact with Miss Nine and didn't expect her to have such a bad temper.

Everyone else was just there to watch the fun and didn't care about their confrontation at all.

"Le Yao, no matter what, your tone is too harsh." Sheng Qianwei's voice became noticeably weaker, and she didn't dare to speak.

Ning Tinglian turned around and held Ning Ruchu's hand.

"Sister, let me take you away from here first." Her voice was soft and slow, as if she was comforting a frightened deer, very gentle.

Luo Leyao was unwilling to give in. "Ning Ruochu, the funeral isn't over yet, you still dare to leave?"

(End of this chapter)