C144 I'll Take Care of You for the Rest of Your Life!
C144 I'll Take Care of You for the Rest of Your Life!
One by one, faces flashed across Lin Qingwan's mind. Suddenly, the camera was fixed on a cocktail party half a year ago. It was a graceful young man with eyes as fierce as a snake.
"Could it be him? The young master of Su family, Su Zongheng!"
Lin Qingwan was slightly stunned. If it was Su Zongheng, he indeed had the ability, but why did he do that? She did not have any conflict with him! Did he really have to kill her?
However, Lin Qingwan suddenly thought about it. Other than competing in business, she did not have any conflicts with Su Zongheng, but it did not mean that there were no conflicts in the previous generation!
She immediately called her father, Lin Hongyuan, who was far away in the United States. Only then did she know that her father had a deep-rooted hatred with the Su family that could not be resolved.
As for what kind of hatred, Lin Hongyuan did not elaborate, but he told Lin Qingwan to be on guard against the people of the Su family!
"Damn it! I knew it was Su Zongheng who did it, but there was no evidence!"
Lin Qingwan's face was full of impatience, and she yawned, "I can't hold it anymore. I need to go back and rest. You should take good care of your injuries."
...
Lin Qingwan left. Ye Fei was lying alone on the bed. His heart was empty.
It was not because there was no one by his side. Ye Fei had long gotten used to loneliness. It could even be said that he liked loneliness.
It was because his family's flying knife had been lost!
That knife had stabbed into the fire dragon's throat, killing it. However, Ye Fei didn't have the time to pick up the flying knife.
Now, the flying knife had disappeared along with the fire dragon's corpse. It must have fallen into the hands of the person behind the scene.
"Sigh, it's a pity that I was one step away from becoming an Innate Martial Cultivator. Otherwise, I would have been able to use my Qi to defend against the blade. If I were lucky, I would have been able to return the flying blade to my hand."
Ye Fei sighed. He had already made up his mind in his heart. No matter what, he had to find the flying dagger that he had lost.
This flying blade was not only related to his own fate, it was also related to Zhong Mei's fate.
Creak!
Just as Ye Fei was about to fall asleep, the door was pushed open and Zhong Mei came over with a large thermos. Seeing that Ye Fei had woken up, she was pleasantly surprised.
"Are you feeling better? The doctor said that you were about to hurt your spinal nerve when you were stabbed in the back yesterday. If the injury was serious and you were paralyzed, you would be lying in bed for the rest of your life."
Zhong Mei sat down on a chair beside the bed and opened the thermos. Layers of hot dishes and soup were placed on the table.
"Fortunately, fortunately."
Ye Fei also felt a lingering fear, but he still smiled and said, "Other than being a bodyguard, I can't find any other job. If I am really disabled, then I must starve to death!"
"... " If you really have something to do, I... I... I'll support you for the rest of your life!"
Zhong Mei lowered her head, mustered up her courage, and said in a low voice. Her voice was similar to the buzzing of a mosquito. She did not know if Ye Fei had heard it.
"Silly, I'm fine, right? Doctors nowadays like to exaggerate and scare people, and then ask you to pay more. Don't believe them!"
Ye Fei sat up and slightly shook his body and arms. He felt that it was not as painful as when he had just woken up.
"That's true."
Zhong Mei's face was red and she showed a gentle smile. She took out two chopsticks and said, "This is what I just made. It is coarse tea and plain rice. I hope it will suit your taste."
When Ye Fei heard this, he indeed felt that his stomach was a little hungry. He nodded and said, "You still know how to take care of people. Lin Qingwan and the others were the lives of the Eldest Miss and did not know how to take care of others. She ran away after peeling an apple for me. Do you want to starve me to death?"
Zhong Mei did not say anything. She lowered her head and took a spoon to feed Ye Fei the porridge one spoonful at a time.
"Yes, the taste is not bad."
Ye Fei swept away the three dishes and a bowl of porridge on the table like a tornado.
Zhong Mei saw that Ye Fei had finished eating, so she swiftly put away the dishes and the vacuum flask.
"Oh right, leave the chopsticks! Also, if you have time, help me bring a few pairs of chopsticks downstairs. They are bamboo chopsticks, and they are tougher!"
Ye Fei waited for Zhong Mei to finish tidying up. When he thought of something, he suddenly said.
"Chopsticks? What do you want this for?"
Zhong Mei froze for a moment and was somewhat confused. She still took the chopsticks to the tap at the side and washed them before passing them to Ye Fei.
"If a person who practices martial arts is sick, he will lie on the bed and not move for a long time. The blood and muscles will become rigid in a few days. As the saying goes, practice in the winter three to nine. Practicing three volts in the summer could not be delayed for even a day! The more I am injured now, the more difficult it is for me to cultivate three volts in the summer. The more I practice, the more effort I have to put into practicing martial arts!"
Ye Fei's expression changed and became serious." Furthermore, my opponent this time is very powerful! With this little bit of martial arts, I can no longer handle it! Therefore, I need to speed up my cultivation to deal with the upcoming challenge! "
Zhong Mei nodded as if she understood. Although she did not know what he wanted to do, he seemed to be very hardworking.
"Zhong Mei, help me practice!"
Ye Fei asked Zhong Mei to shake the bed and keep her upper body straight. His right hand grabbed the chopsticks and kept twisting it.
"I will help you cultivate? Yes, I can, but how can I help? "
Zhong Mei nodded.
"There are a few apples in the basket on the bedside table. Throw them into the air!" Ye Fei pointed at the basket Lin Qingwan had brought with her.
"Is that so?"
Zhong Mei did not understand. She grabbed an apple and threw it gently.
"Yes!"
Ye Fei shouted and suddenly shook his hand. The chopsticks flew towards the apple like a poisonous dragon coming out of its hole.
Pop!
With a crisp sound, the chopsticks pierced through the apple. Without slowing down, they hit the opposite wall with the apple, creating a groove on the wall before falling down.
"Ah!"
The chopsticks were like a bullet as they flew past Zhong Mei's face. A gust of wind blew up her hair and she only reacted at this moment. She cried out in surprise and her body involuntarily moved to the side.
However, Zhong Mei did not pay attention. There was a water stain left by the chopsticks that had just been washed under her feet. The floor was very smooth and immediately slid to the side. She lost her center of gravity and was about to fall.
Ye Fei also did not expect that it was actually Zhong Mei who was scared. He stretched out his hand and pulled Zhong Mei's body forward, pressing her onto Ye Fei's bed.
"Oh, oh, oh! It hurts! It hurts!"
Ye Fei was pressed down so hard that all the wounds on his body started to hurt. He shouted out loudly.
At this moment, there was a burst of hurried footsteps. The door was pushed open and a voice was heard." Ye Fei, what's going on? "
The person who came in was none other than Murong.
Murong did not sleep the whole night. She just sat on the chair at the door and took a nap. She did not even know when Zhong Mei went in. When she heard Ye Fei's scream, she woke up and rushed in.
"You... You... What are you doing?"
Murong happened to see this scene. His eyes were as wide as copper bells. His mouth was wide open and his fingers were trembling. It was as if he had a stroke. "Do you two want to do this? This is broad daylight, in the hospital!"