The crazy little ancestor of Master Lu is so stupid

After Huang Jiahui, Ling Xiao and others’ hard explanations, Fan Tianzhi finally understood the whole story.

"So that's how it is. But in this case, this professor has become a time bomb. No one knows when he will explode!"

Huang Jiahui had no choice but to accept this.

He shrugged helplessly and said, "There's nothing we can do about it. We have to live our lives. We can't just hide at home and do nothing because we know there are hidden dangers. However, the professor has been seriously injured after this battle. I don't think he will take any action in the short term!"

"That's good. Anyway, I still say the same thing. As long as you can use me, I will say a word. I will go through fire and water without hesitation."

It was already very late when we spoke.

Considering that Huang Jiahui and his friends would be staying in City A for a while, Fan Tianzhi arranged for them to stay in the villa next door.

Of course, the most important thing is to let Lin Dongshao and Mu Zhizhi meet.

Living under the same roof and seeing each other everywhere would make him anxious to the point of insomnia.

After settling Huang Jiahui and the other two, Ling Xiao followed Fan Tianzhi back here.

Along the way, Fan Tianzhi seemed to be hesitant to speak.

Only after entering the living room did he speak: "Ling Xiaoxiao, I heard about you and the Taoist priest. I don't want to persuade you, and I won't persuade you. I just want to say one thing, and only this time. I believe in the Taoist priest. Even if I see him hugging another woman one day, I still believe that he only loves you!"

Ling Xiao was stunned. He didn't expect Fan Tianzhi to say that.

In fact, she was the same. She and Lu Xun were not like ordinary lovers. Their identities meant that they would never betray each other easily.

And that little finger.

Looking down at his right hand, Ling Xiao hooked his little finger. He said that as long as he saw his little finger move, he would know that she was thinking about him.

At this moment, in the Lu family villa in Beijing.

In Lu Yanqing's room back then, a motionless man was lying on a luxurious wooden bed.

There was a woman sitting in a chair next to the bed, reading something to him.

The scattered long hair covered most of the woman's face, but her beautiful face could still be vaguely seen.

"O ind,thou breath of Autumn's being,..."

The woman's voice was soft and melodious, like the most intoxicating voice of a host on the radio behind the house. It was an auditory feast to the ears.

But the person lying on the bed remained motionless, as if lifeless.

If it weren't for the even rise and fall of his heart, he would be no different from a dead person.

Mi Yao had been taking care of the person in the bed like this for three days, but there was no sign of the person waking up.

"Okay, today's listening and reading time ends here. This is Ode to the West Wind written by your favorite author Shelly. When you were in high school, you recited this poem on New Year's Eve and won the hearts of many girls!"

Mi Yao said as she tidied the quilt for the man on the bed.

Just as she was about to put the man's hand into the quilt, the man's left little finger suddenly hooked.

This discovery made Mi Yao very excited.

"Yan Qing, Yan Qing, are you awake? Are you awake?"

Mi Yao was so excited that she turned around and left the room without caring that it was already past two in the morning. After a while, she came back with the old couple from the Lu family who had just fallen asleep.

"Uncle and aunt, Yan Qing's hand moved. His hand really moved. I said he would wake up. He would wake up!"

"Really? May our ancestors bless us and pray that Yan Qing will wake up soon!"

The old lady started to cry again as she spoke.

The old lady had been crying since Lu Xun fell into a coma. She finally got better after the old man persuaded her. She didn't expect that in the middle of the night, she would be sad again because of something she didn't know whether it was true or false.

"Miss Mi Yao, did you really see Yan Qing's fingers move?"

"Uncle, seriously, I just finished reading the article to him and was about to tidy up his quilt, when I saw his little hand suddenly hooked in a big way. Uncle, didn't the doctor also say that Yan Qing just fell into a deep sleep? I believe Yan Qing will wake up soon."

Mi Yao's words suddenly dimmed the excitement in Mr. Lu's eyes.

It's already past two in the morning and you're still reading. I'm afraid you're just tired and your eyes are blurry.

"Miss Mi Yao, you have worked hard these past few days. You should go to bed and rest early. There is a doctor at home taking care of Yan Qing and she will get better!"

"Uncle, I'm fine. As long as Yan Qing can wake up, I can hold on no matter how hard or tired I am. Uncle and aunt, you two can go back to your room and rest first. Yan Qing will be fine with me watching over her!"

"You should also go to the guest room and rest early. We don't know when Yan Qing will wake up. It's not a good idea for you to keep watching over her!"

Last time in Hong Kong, the old man discovered that Lu Xun and Ling Xiao had an unusual relationship, but Mi Yao had been waiting for Lu Yanqing for more than five years, and she never mentioned anything about it. She just waited patiently and uncomplainingly, so that they couldn't say anything harsh.

Originally, he was thinking of waiting for Lu Yanqing to wake up and let him make his own decision, but now it seems that he should find an opportunity to have a good talk with Mi Yao. It would not be good to keep wasting the girl's time like this.

At this moment, inside Lu Yanqing's body, Lu Xun was sitting cross-legged and regulating his breathing.

Although he couldn't wake up for the time being, he knew everything that was happening in the outside world.

If Mi Yao could see Lu Xun's expression at this moment, she would definitely feel so wronged that she would cry.

His brows were furrowed and his eyes were rolling up to the sky.

Whether this woman is sick or not, let’s not talk about anything else. Who the hell would want a woman to read those crappy poems to a man in his room in the middle of the night like chanting sutras?

I couldn't understand anything she was saying, I felt like she was cursing herself.

What he couldn't tolerate the most was that there were a lot of servants in the house, including doctors and professional nurses, but she wanted to rush to wipe his body.

That’s right, wiping his body. His Ling Xiaoxiao had tried to touch his abdominal muscles but failed a few times, but this dead woman actually touched them for three days.

If he could, he really wanted to chop off the woman's hand with a knife.

But when he thought of Ling Xiao, Lu Xun's eyes suddenly became sad again.

When she left, she was still unconscious with a lot of resentment towards me. After waking up, I couldn't find anyone and I don't know how angry she must be.

I don’t know if Mr. Fu and Lan Qing can help him cover up a little.

Alas, after not going back for such a long time, there is nothing Fu Ye and Lan Qing can do.

No, he must recover as soon as possible and wake up early.

Just when Lu Xun was thinking about Ling Xiao, the person on the bed and Lu Xun, who was sitting in the air, hooked their left hands together.

This time it didn't just stop after one tick, but kept ticking.

"You damn Taoist priest, you stinky Taoist priest, I will seduce you, I will seduce you to death, I will seduce you every night, let's see how you sleep, humph!"

Ling Xiao said bitterly while hooking his little finger.