After rebirth, I became a drug addict of the paranoid boss

Fu's old house, in the lounge.

Time passed by every minute and every second, and more than two hours passed in a blink of an eye.

Mr. Fu's back was covered with silver needles.

Shiwan's face gradually turned pale, and his forehead and the tip of his nose were covered with fine beads of sweat.

The speed of needle injection slowed down.

"lady,"

Yang Yi looked worried and couldn't help but speak.

"Would you like to take a break first?"

"I'm fine,"

Shi Wan took a deep breath and shook his head, his voice was a little weak.

"Just a few more stitches."

It's not that she doesn't want to rest, it's that she can't.

Acupuncture should be done in one go, if you stop halfway, it will only get twice the result with half the effort.

Yang Yi didn't dare to disturb Shiwan with any more words, so he had to quietly retreat to the side and watch.

While observing the changes in Mr. Fu's face, he also paid attention to Shiwan.

Finally, only the last one remained.

Shi Wan bit her red lips lightly, her hand holding the silver needle trembled slightly.

She clasped her hands together, and then accurately inserted the silver needle into the acupuncture point.

"All right."

While heaving a sigh of relief, Shiwan staggered a few steps backwards as if losing strength.

"lady!"

Yang Yi stretched out his hand quickly, trying to hold Shi Wan.

But suddenly thought of something, he paused for a moment, then picked up the chair at hand and took it.

Just like that, Shi Wan fell directly into the chair.

She turned her head to look at Yang Yi who was holding a chair, feeling speechless and funny.

Yang Yi breathed a sigh of relief.

"Ma'am, the old man..."

"Whether it is what I think, I will know in 15 minutes,"

Shi Wan rubbed his shoulders and said lightly.

"Call and let Uncle Yang come in."

If Grandpa Fu was really poisoned, then they still have a lot to do.

"Yes,"

Yang Yi immediately nodded and picked up the phone.

Soon, Uncle Yang came in with tea.

"Young Madam, you have worked hard. How is the old man's condition?"

After Shi Wan repeated what he had just said, he began to ask about the situation of the old house.

-

At this time, the suburbs.

"Squeak-"

With the sound of tires rubbing against the ground, the white Porsche stopped at the door of the villa.

The figure of Fu Tingchuan got off the car and walked in quickly.

"Where's Mom?"

"Madame is in the room, just resting,"

Seeing his solemn expression, Zhou Quan immediately stepped forward and asked with concern.

"Master, what happened?"

"Even if something really happened, what's the use of telling your servant?"

Fu Tingchuan was very irritable, seeing Zhou Quan in front of him was not pleasing to the eye, and angrily said.

"Go away."

Zhou Quan was stopped by Fu Tingchuan's words, his eyes were full of embarrassment, and the hand hanging by his side was tightly clenched into a fist.

"mom,"

Fu Tingchuan opened the door, and what he saw was Wen Yi with disheveled hair, staring at a certain part of the room in a daze, with gauze wrapped around her arms.

His brows twitched involuntarily, his face full of confusion.

"What's wrong with you?!"

Obviously, he didn't know what happened to Fu Qiming and Wen Yi in the hospital.

"nothing,"

Wen Yi was pulled back from her thoughts by Fu Tingchuan's arrival, and spoke lightly.

"Aren't you going to accompany Jiang Qingtong to choose the engagement dress? Why are you back?"

Fu Tingchuan glanced at the place where Wen Yi's arm was wrapped in gauze, and roughly guessed what it was.

But now, he doesn't have the energy to take care of these things.

"problem occurs."

He sat by the bed, looking at Wen Yi with panic in his eyes.

"We arranged for the people in the old house to call, saying that they suddenly turned back at night, and it is very likely that they discovered the poisoning of the old things."

"what?"

Wen Yi was taken aback for a moment, her distracted eyes instantly became sharp, and her face became ugly.

"how is this possible?!"

"It's about that bitch Shiwan, we shouldn't treat it with common sense,"

Fu Tingchuan's eyes were tight.

"Mom, what should we do if we are really found out?!"

"Think about it, think about it, Mom,"

Wen Yi closed her eyes, but found that her mind was in a mess, and she couldn't calm down no matter what.

Fu Tingchuan looked at her and said nothing with a gloomy expression.

After maintaining this for a full ten minutes, Wen Yi opened her eyes and spoke slowly.

"Quickly, call Zhou Quan in!!"

Now that we have reached this point, it is better not to do it, but to continue.

"It's thoughtful again,"

Fu Tingchuan was puzzled, and his tone was a little displeased.

"What are you calling him for at this time?"

"I told you to call, just call,"

Wen Yi suddenly increased the volume, with a hint of madness in her expression.

"There are some things that I want him to do now!!"

Seeing Wen Yi's appearance, Fu Tingchuan didn't dare to say anything, got up and walked out.

Soon, Zhou Quan followed Fu Tingchuan and walked in with a cold expression.

"lady."

His eyes were complicated, and his tone was a little more distant and indifferent than usual.

It's obviously his own woman and son, yet he has to bow down and keep a distance every day.

He had had enough of this useless feeling.

Wen Yi noticed this, but didn't care about it anymore.

"Arrange people to go to the old house immediately, and silence those people,"

She took a deep breath and said slowly.

"There's also Fu Tingchen, don't procrastinate any longer, do it now!!"

-

Inside the exclusive fitting room for VIPs of a certain luxury brand owned by Hexcel.

The person in charge pointed to a row of high-end dresses in front of him, and said with a respectful smile.

"Here are some dresses from our brand's latest series that suit your temperament better. Do you have any favorites?"

It is said to be one set, but Boss He's female companions have never had less than three sets.

That's why he didn't specifically help Joan choose which one to choose.

so much?

Joan was a little dazzled, and turned to look at He Yan who was sitting on the sofa.

"He Yan, help me choose."

Didn't you say that it should match his clothes?

"it is good,"

He Yan smiled and closed the magazine in his hand and walked over, choosing carefully.

Surprise appeared again in the person in charge's lowered brows and eyes.

It was the first time he saw Boss He so patient.

It seems that this woman is indeed something special.

"How about this one?"

He Yan pointed to a light lotus root pink, slim dress with a tube top design.

Simple yet refined, no frills.

Joan looked at it, nodded and smiled.

"I'll try it."

When she walked into the fitting room, He Yan sat back on the sofa again.

Just then, a familiar voice came from outside.

"No entry? Are you kidding me, isn't this open?"

"I'm really sorry, miss, today there are VIP guests booking the venue."

"My dear guest, can you be as expensive as me? You don't know me?"

The angry female voice sounded again.

"I'm a black card member of your brand!"

The person in charge looked at Heyan with a complicated expression.

"Boss He, it's Miss Wen."

Why is this girl here?

Of course He Yan could hear it, and his pretty brows frowned slightly.

"Let her in."