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

Chapter 109

In the closed room, Ye Yue pushed the previously injured man against the corner with one hand, staring at him with cold eyes, as if a poisonous snake was crawling on his body.

"Why did you want to offend the second master of the Xie family?" She spoke word by word in a low voice.

The men exerted their strength, completely ignoring his injuries, as if they didn't care whether the man lived or died.

The man knew that the commander was angry.

The fear inside him kept growing and drowning his heart.

The man's Adam's apple rolled, and he hurriedly defended himself: "Commander Ye, how dare I provoke him!"

The second young master of a warlord family and a bully in the capital, how could he not recognize him?

But the underground martial arts training grounds are crowded with people, and you may meet an unexpected big shot at the next corner.

Ye Yue narrowed her eyes and stared at him, as if she wanted to tear his body apart to see what was hidden deep in his heart.

The conclusion is that there was only fear and panic in the man's eyes.

She untied his shackles and took two steps back.

His tone was slightly restrained, but the words he said were still cold to the bone.

"what happened?"

The force acting on his body disappeared, the man was in a trance, and he felt a lot more relaxed.

It’s like being drowning before and suddenly emerging from the water, finally being able to breathe a breath of fresh air.

My nerves are so tense that I dare not relax at all.

He glanced at Yeyue carefully, took a few deep breaths, and explained the situation to her.

Shadow Pavilion is a secret guard organization and also an assassination organization.

Everyone in the cabinet will take on assassination missions to solve the organization's funding and ensure its survival.

The man went to the underground martial arts training ground today because he received an assassination mission - to eliminate the best of the younger generation of the Loffield family.

When he met Xie Cixing on the way, he wanted to avoid him, but in his panic he accidentally bumped into a woman.

There are many people in the underground fighting arena, and physical collisions are inevitable.

The woman yelled at him, pointed at the snacks that fell on the ground, and asked him to pay for it.

Anyone who can enter that place has a bad temper.

The woman must have felt that she was provoked and was so angry that she wanted to have a fight.

He originally wanted to resolve the situation as soon as possible and leave, but the opponent's moves were so smooth that he had no time to respond.

In desperation, he had to draw the dagger from his waist, but it only wounded her half an inch, and instead made her angry.

The man didn't know how to describe the situation at that time. Thinking about the scene carefully, shock and fear flowed from the bottom of his heart, gradually engulfing his consciousness, and he was completely controlled by emotions.

"At that moment, everything around me stopped, as if time had stood still. I only felt a stream of air hitting me, and my whole body was in great pain. Then, I lost consciousness..."

His eyes were panicked and empty, and he had no idea what he was saying.

Ye Yue thought that he was just talking nonsense because he was so scared and couldn't accept the fact that he was defeated so quickly due to the huge difference in strength between them. She didn't take it seriously and just asked, "What does that woman look like?"

The man took several deep breaths before he finally calmed himself down and tried to restrain himself from recalling more details.

"About 1.65 meters tall, thin, round face, cute appearance..."

Yeyue lowered her eyes and a faint light passed by.

When she heard that the other person was a woman, she was sure of her identity.

None of the people around Xie Cixing are simple.

There are many talented people in the Shadow Pavilion, and even an ordinary person has skills that are unmatched by ordinary people.

And from what the man said, the woman won with an overwhelming advantage in just a few moves.

For such a person, Xie Cixing would inevitably be somewhat indulgent towards him.

She raised her eyes and asked one more question: "Do you know who assigned that task?"

The man shook his head. "The client has kept it confidential. I don't have the authority to know."

Yeyue lowered her eyes, and her thick black eyelashes cast a shadow under her eyes.

……

Ning Ruochu, who was playing games in the office during her spare time, suddenly received a message from Yeyue.

[I have to go back to Yingge for something urgent. I have already told your driver to complete the task of protecting you on my behalf.]

Ning Ruchu took a quick glance and sneered.

She was handed over to a hired man who was not affiliated with the Luo family. He did not speak the language and was not familiar with the capital city.

Yeyue was really relieved.

I guess I thought she would go back to the Pearl Island Villa obediently.

She is not.

After the game was over, Ning Ruochu raised her eyelids and called out to Ran Yunqing: "Luo Zhouheng has a fixed private room in the An family's mansion."

Ran Yunqing was grinning foolishly at the joke playing on his phone, lying back on the sofa, laughing hysterically.

Hearing her words, he immediately sat up, his pupils suddenly dilated, and exclaimed: "He is so rich?!"

The An's Mansion was founded by officials of the feudal dynasty and has a history of three hundred years. It is famous throughout China for its profound historical heritage and state-banquet-level delicacies, and occupies a pivotal position in the entire catering industry.

Moreover, some of the dishes on the menu are almost lost and are unique to the An family’s government.

In a place where a dish costs a fortune to Ran Yunqing, Luo Zhouheng actually has a fixed seat!
Ning Ruochu nodded calmly: "Luo funded that restaurant in the early days."

Ran Yunqing took a deep breath.

Even more awesome!
Ning Ruochu couldn't bear to see his ignorant appearance, so she asked directly: "Do you want to go to dinner with me?"

Ran Yunqing blurted out: "Go!"

……

They both came to the underground parking lot.

This was the first time Ran Yunqing met Ning Ruchu's new driver.

Sitting in the car, she frantically pulled Ning Ruochu's arm and whispered in her ear, "Is this the happiness of rich people?"

Even the driver is so handsome!
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 turned his head suddenly and looked closely 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."

Ning Ruochu slept soundly until dawn, but she seemed to be too tired and did not wake up for a long time today.

The landline phone in the room rang several times, and Ning Ruchu, who was curled up in the quilt, slowly poked her head out.

She opened her sleepy eyes and raised her hand to press between her eyebrows to relieve the dizziness in her head.

Glancing sideways, she caught a glimpse of the cotton doll next to her. She had just woken up and was not yet conscious, so she weakly called out, "Good morning~"

Luo Zhouheng, who woke up early, was stunned.

Ning Ruochu stretched out her arm and grabbed the landline on the bedside table. Sister Lin's anxious voice came from the other end: "Madam, the master and his family are here and are waiting in the living room."

Ning Ruochu's sleepiness disappeared in an instant, a sinister look flashed across her eyes, she stood up, hung up the phone, and changed into a black silk dress.

Sitting in front of the dressing table, the dark circles under her eyes had not completely disappeared, and her hair was still a little messy from having just woken up.

She found the will in the corner of the bed and went downstairs carrying the cotton doll.

Luo Zhouheng was killed, and the living room was crowded with people early this morning.

Before Ning Ruochu went downstairs, she heard voices coming from inside, mixed with some arguments.

When she appeared at the door, Ling Chuan saw her at a glance, walked over quickly, but was blocked by someone.

The man shouted cheerfully, "Ruchu is here."

As the voice fell, the heated conversation in the hall stopped abruptly, and everyone looked at Ning Ruchu.

She stood facing the light, her black gauze dress making her skin look as white as snow. Her long, straight legs were hidden under the hem of the skirt, extending to her fair, slender ankles.

Her long black hair was a little messy, with a few strands falling on her face. She raised her head, her eyes were red and swollen, and her eyes were haggard under her eye bags, as if she had been crying all night.

Her beautiful eyes were filled with mist, emitting clear and shimmering light as they swept over everyone, but her dark pupils were unfocused, filled with fragility and confusion.

Ning Ruochu choked up and greeted the man who called her: "Uncle..."

Just two words made her breath disordered and her lips trembled as if she was about to cry at any time.

Some people present felt pity, but most were mocking.

A country girl who is not supported by her parents and is abandoned by her parents is treated like a worthless person in the capital even if she is called a real rich girl.

Once Luo Zhouheng dies, without the glamorous title of Mrs. Luo, she will surely live in dire straits in the future.

Uncle Luo stepped forward, patted her shoulder gently, and sighed, "Everyone has their own destiny. Zhou Heng has made outstanding achievements, and he has a caring wife like you. He can die without regrets."

Ning Ruochu's slender shoulders trembled. She closed her eyes slightly and a tear as big as a bean fell from her eyes.

The eldest uncle of the Luo family stood in front of him with his hands clasped and his head lowered, as if in silence.

After all, he is the person with the most say in the Luo family now, and others followed suit.

After counting silently for a minute, Uncle Luo's eyes were pointed at the A4 paper in Ning Ruochu's hand. His eyes were urgent for a moment, and the words he spoke were still in that sad tone:
"Ruochu, Zhou Heng is dead, and the Luo family will be in chaos without anyone in power. Our Luo family has been around for a hundred years, and we cannot let it fall because of a momentary loss of will. Someone must inherit the family business!"

He spoke with such indignation that I couldn't hear anything wrong.

A dark light flashed across Ning Ruochu's lowered eyes, and he thought to himself that he was worthy of being Luo Zhouheng's uncle, because his words were so accurate and impeccable.

She sobbed twice, trying her best to calm herself down.

"To be honest, Ah Heng has already made a will." Her voice was light and soft, like a fragile little white flower that would falter in the wind.

"is it?"

Even though he had already anticipated what Ning Ruchu had in his hands, now that it was actually confirmed, Uncle Luo was still surprised.

Luo Zhouheng has always been a far-sighted guy, but he never expected that he had already made a will.

Uncle Luo narrowed his eyes and stared at the white paper in Ning Ruochu's hand.

The other uncles also had different expressions and were somewhat unconvinced.

Twenty-seven years old is the best age for a man. How could Luo Zhouheng make a will?

The younger generations of the Luo family do not have their worries and concerns.

Luo Yingzhe took a step forward and leaned sideways, looking like a typical dandy boy, and his tone was indifferent to everyone.

"Third sister-in-law, since Third Brother has already written a will, why not take it out and let everyone see it."

Among the younger generations, Luo Zhouheng ranks third, and his younger cousins ​​call him "Third Brother".

They came here for this purpose, but Uncle Luo became nervous and turned around and scolded: "Zhou Heng just left, why are you thinking about his will?"

Luo Yingzhe had no idea that he had said something wrong, and he even said stubbornly, "Uncle, didn't you say that someone had to inherit the family business?"

Uncle Luo was so angry that he felt like he had lifted a rock and dropped it on his own foot.

Ning Ruochu raised her eyes, patted the arm of Uncle Luo, and said softly: "Uncle, Yingzhe is still young and ignorant, so don't talk about him."

Her voice choked again, and she clenched her right hand into a fist and pressed it against her mouth and nose: "Ah Heng just passed away, let's try to avoid quarreling."

Uncle Luo's expression eased a little: "It's better for Ruchu to understand the situation."

Luo Yingzhe snorted coldly, turned his head away, and muttered, "White Lotus."

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."