After being conquered by a silly and sweet girl, I became the richest man in the world

Seeing that he was in trouble, Feng Mulin came over to help, "Mrs. Chu, Chuchu must be tired from all the walking, and his health is not good, so it's normal for him to be slow. Don't worry too much, I've already given him some magic medicine."

"A miracle cure?"

Hearing these two words, Chu Yi's expression changed slightly, and the tips of his ears turned slightly red.

He cursed Feng Mulin loudly in his heart, what a bastard!

Feng Mulin said calmly, "Yes, my family practices Taoism, and I am quite knowledgeable in healing, so I gave it a try, and it worked."

Mother Chu's eyes widened, "Xiu Dao, what do you mean?"

Although they had long guessed that there was something mysterious about the cloth factory, they were still a little surprised about the idea of ​​practicing Taoism.

……

In the drawing room.

"Master, do you mean that there are unclean things in our factory?" Chu Dujiang's face was heavy.

Feng Mulin nodded mysteriously, "That's right, Master Chu, I came out this time to help your family get rid of the evil spirit."

There was nothing wrong with the tone of his voice and the expression on his face, but there was something wrong with the suit he was wearing.

Which Taoist priest is good at wearing a suit?

Chu Dujiang was a seasoned man after all, and he did not completely believe his serious words. He just flicked his pipe and said in an unclear tone, "Where did the senior master come from?"

Feng Mulin did not flinch at all, and said calmly, "My master is a hermit, so it is a bit inconvenient to reveal."

After saying that, he controlled the teacup with his hand and brought it to his mouth, then drank it leisurely.

This scene was the best proof for people who had never seen the world. The Chu family members who had been skeptical just now immediately believed it.

Chu Dujiang showed a look of joy, and his tone changed 180 degrees, "So it's you, Taoist priest. We were rude just now. I, the old man, apologize to you."

Feng Mulin touched his chin in a pretentious manner, then retracted his hand when he thought of his beardlessness. "It's okay. The last time I came out of the mountains was 700 years ago. This time, I came here to find out because Chuchu and I have a connection, and your family has been doing good deeds for generations."

When they heard the number 700, everyone was stunned. This Taoist priest was over 700 years old? You couldn't tell at all!

How could they know that Feng Mulin was just talking nonsense.

Now everyone believed in him without a doubt and felt that the person in front of them was a hidden master.

If I was just respectful just now, now I am the guest of honor.

Everyone looked at him with keen eyes.

Businessmen have always believed in these things, and with so many supernatural things happening, they believe it even more.

"Master Feng, to be honest, I sent three groups of people to look for Hua'er, but only one person came back. He only said that there was a bucket of skulls inside. The servants were too scared to go over. Master, do you know who was responsible for this factory incident?"

Feng Mulin immediately looked solemn, and said in the tone of a hermit, "It was not done by humans, but by evil ghosts. I, Feng Laodao, have been punishing evildoers for thousands of years, and I know this kind of ghost very well. Master Chu, don't worry."

Hearing his confident tone, Chu Dujiang hurried over and said, "I don't deserve it, how can I let you call me master?"

"Master, please tell your servants to do anything you want. We will pay any price as long as we can get rid of this evil ghost." He said respectfully.

This is true. After all, the cloth factory is one of the important industries of the Chu family. If the factory is lost, the loss will be extremely huge.

Feng Mulin waved his hand at him, "Yes, yes. Chuchu and I have a connection. Helping you is helping him. The factory's affairs are his affairs and naturally my affairs."

This sounded strange, but no one suspected anything.

After all, in their minds, this "Master Feng" is a great wizard who has practiced Taoism for many years. It is normal for mortals like them not to understand what the wizard does.

Chu Yizi was so blind that he mistook a ghost for a fairy. This was an amazing move.

I never thought that Feng Mulin, who is not a very smart guy, could be so good at fooling people, even better than him.

He is also a hermit and a master. Why doesn't he just say that he is a god who has descended to earth?

Probably only the feudal and superstitious people in the Republic of China would believe his nonsense. It was indeed just nonsense.

"..."

A silver plate hangs in the sky, in Chu Yizi's room.

After accepting all the thanks and requests from the Chu family, Feng Mulin came to Chu Yizi's room.

When he arrived, Chu Yizi had just finished taking a shower and was wearing a black bathrobe and reading a book.

The black bathrobe made his skin look milky white, and paired with the orange light unique to this era, it looked like he was glowing.

Memories of the afternoon suddenly came flooding back.

He bit his lips tightly in a hurry, and his brows slowly relaxed. It seemed that every movement carried a fatal temptation that made people fall into it and unable to extricate themselves.

Feng Mulin's heart couldn't stop beating violently, as if it was going to burst through his chest and jump in front of him.

The scene was quiet and beautiful. Chu Yizi's hair was still a little wet, but he didn't care at all and let it stick to his forehead.

Under the pretext of being helpful, he dared not try anything except the main course.

Even when he was just beginning to exert his strength, he was very careful to hold back, fearing that he might scare people away with just one move.

But despite this, he was still angry.

Feng Mulin thought again of the way he scolded him with red eyes, like a little fox whose territory was invaded, with its fur standing on end.

The sofa and the door are facing each other. From Feng Mulin's angle, the most noticeable thing is his round and full back of the head.

Seeing this, Feng Mulin thought of the time in the first world when Chu Yizi always pointed the back of his head at him.

Because he was still brooding over this matter.

To the extent that...the two of them never faced each other with their backs to each other, and he didn't want to miss any expression of Chu Yizi.

Looking at it this way at this moment, his white neck is clearly visible, and there is a small mole behind his ear, which is very sexy.

Feng Mulin couldn't help swallowing his saliva. It seems that next time...

Just at this moment——

"Do you know what's going on with those heads?" Chu Yizi asked when he noticed him coming.

Feng Mulin took off his white gloves and walked in.

"do not know."

The whiteness from just now was still lingering in his mind. He fiddled with the record player in his hands casually, his movements looking lazy and casual.

After he finished tinkering with it, he poured himself a cup of tea, showing no intention of treating himself as a guest at all.

Chu Yizi was angry, "Then why did you follow me home?"

Still talking nonsense to the Chu family!

Feng Mulin's face was filled with sadness. "If I don't know, can't I follow you back?"

"I came later than you. I don't have a system and no memories. Apart from this identity randomly generated by Heaven, I have nothing."

No matter who hears these words, they will feel that he is very miserable and feel some sympathy for him.

But Chu Yizi is not an ordinary person, he has a heart of stone.

Chu Yizi picked up the pillow and threw it at Feng Mulin, "Then go back to your broken cave!"

This tone is no longer a matter of crossing the river and then destroying the bridge.

It was obvious that the two of them were doing the most intimate thing just now, but now that Chu Yizi has gained power, he has turned his face against him.

Feng Mulin looked depressed, "You are so cold and indifferent, you just pulled up your pants and didn't recognize me. Didn't you just -"

He was interrupted before he finished speaking. Chu Yizi said coldly, "You think too much. I am just using you. If you couldn't help me, I would have beaten you to death long ago."

After hearing his words, Feng Mulin said with a sad face again, "Alas, I suddenly miss the old Chu Nanxing. At that time, you comforted me and told me so many words that you loved me."

He walked over to Chu Yizi, took a fierce sniff when he was not prepared, and said boldly, "You smell so good, Chuchu."

Chu Yizi quickly stayed away from him.

Feng Mulin didn't feel awkward, he just sat in Chu Yizi's original position, "By the way, I still don't know your name?"

"My name is Feng Mulin. I've told you my real name. Can you tell me yours too?"

Chu Yizi raised his eyes, "Feng Mulin?"