Play and play, make trouble, don't joke about the festival.

Lin Ziyi has always tried her best to show people a friendly and friendly image, she doesn't feel like a fairy, and there is no need to look high all day long.

Over time, many people, including Qin Hao, forgot her original character.

She is weak, and she even has to ask for help for such a trivial thing as being followed, but that is only if she wants to be cared for by Song Ming, if she really wants to make a move, Li Le's death is not enough to see a hundred times.

Lin Ziyi left, leaving a sentence of "good for yourself" lingering in Qin Hao's ears for a long time.

"Is this still the Lin Ziyi I know?" Qin Hao's face was like ashes, and he felt that he had lost so completely for the first time.

There was even panic in his heart, if Lin Ziyi was determined to rectify himself, then it would be difficult for him to gain a foothold in Qianyang City in the future.

---

The melon comes quickly, and it withdraws quickly.

Some glasses man and Shen Xin, the parties involved, took the initiative to stand up and clarify, and Song Ming's overlord was quickly overturned, leaving the melon-eating crowd in place with a confused face.

Of course, there is no shortage of some afterthought self-boasting:

"I won't hide it from you, I watched the sky at night earlier, and I already knew this fact, but the secret of heaven cannot be revealed, and I have not been able to share it with you until now!"

"Please, if you can conquer a woman with force, then what's the use of the law?

Looking at the various arguments on the Internet, Song Ming couldn't help but laugh: "These people, where the wind blows, it's really interesting." ”

In any case, his reputation has been preserved.

After falling asleep peacefully, Song Ming still got up early the next day.

During this period of time, Song Ming has never been absent from morning exercises.

Baizongquan has now been practiced to the middle chapter, and with the deepening of the concept, Song Ming's interest in martial arts is also getting stronger and stronger.

After practicing Baizong Boxing, Song Ming took a break and ran around the track and field again.

After running less than half a lap, there was a sudden sound of hurried footsteps behind him.

When Song Ming turned to look, Gao Tai's punch had already hit him.

Under the effect of the dimensionality reduction needle, Gao Tai's domineering punch was actually quite weak, Song Ming just gently raised his arm to block, and then hit Gao Tai's ribs with a punch, and immediately knocked him back.

"Are you still not giving up?" Song Ming looked at Gao Tai in surprise, this was already how many times he had tried to break through the shackles of the dimensionality reduction needle.

"I don't care, when you give me the antidote, I'll give up. "Gao Tai was originally a high-minded and arrogant person, but at the moment he looks like a scoundrel.

He was really worn out of temper, these days he has run all over the big and small hospitals, and I don't know how many examinations have been done, but the results are without exception: health.

Gao Tai is very devastated, if I am really healthy, as for the hairy boy, can't I even clean it up?

The point is that as soon as I meet this kid, I will have hypochondriasis, what kind of human suffering is this?

Song Ming said helplessly: "How many times do you want me to say it? I didn't poison you, that thing can't be lifted." ”

"You mean, I, Gaotai, can't hold my head up in front of you all my life?"

"Who told you to pinch me like a soft persimmon?" Song Ming spread his hands, indicating that I was also helpless.

"You!" Gao Tai was so angry that he couldn't beat him, so he simply slapped himself: "You're right, I'm so cheap!"

"......" Song Ming coughed lightly twice and asked, "What did you think about what I told you last time?"

Last time, Song Ming did not abolish Gao Tai's hands and feet, but gave him a choice.

Either do things for yourself, or cut off your hands and leave Qianyang City.

"My family's roots are all rooted here, where can I move to?" Gao Tai jumped to his feet in anger.

"Then you can choose to do something for me. Song Ming suggested in a friendly manner.

"You?" Gao Tai snorted disdainfully: "I have already checked your details, you have no money and no power, will I follow you to drink the northwest wind?"

"It's better to drink the northwest wind than to be bullied all day long, right?" Song Ming approached Gao Tai step by step, and said with a smile: "If you don't agree, then in case I don't feel happy one day, the first one to look for you will be." ”

"Isn't it okay for Lao Tzu to admit it?" At this point, Gao Tai could only smash his teeth and swallow in his stomach, stretched out a palm and said: "If you give me 50,000 yuan a month, I will help you do things, not a single penny!"

"Don't say 50,000, it's no problem to double it again. Song Ming waved his hand, which was called a pride.

"Seriously?"

Gao Tai had a good impression of Song Ming, after all, he had only been helping Tang Feng for more than 50,000 a month now.

"Of course, but you'll have to pay on credit for a while. ”

"Are you still a person?"

“......”

---

In the blink of an eye, four weeks have passed, and the Taiji cat has grown from a small little at the beginning to a medium-sized cat.

Song Ming deliberately checked the Internet and found that the growth rate of Taiji cats was much faster than that of ordinary cats.

But Tai Chi cats are spiritual pets, and they usually eat so much, so it makes sense to grow up faster.

"In two days, you will be able to take Tai Chi Dan. Song Ming looked at the sleeping Tai Chi cat and rubbed his hands expectantly: "If the medicine works, making a fortune is not a dream." ”

After being happy, the fat man called: "Brother Ming, I'm sorry, I'm afraid I can't make an appointment for the hot pot at night, something happened at home." ”

"Fatty, what's wrong?" the fat man, who had always been optimistic, became quite depressed when he spoke, which made Song Ming feel bad.

"My grandfather fell at home, and then he fell unconscious, and finally rescued him in the hospital, and the doctor said---" The fat man's voice choked and he couldn't continue.

"What did the doctor say? Song Ming glanced at the Tai Chi Cat and had an idea in his heart.

"The doctor said that my grandfather's condition was very bad, and he would not last more than a week---"

"A week, if there is no special situation, it should still be in time. ”

Song Ming silently calculated in his heart, no matter whether the Tai Chi Pill works or not, he has to give it a try: "Fatty, don't worry, I have a way." ”

"Brother Ming, don't comfort me. The fat man was already mentally prepared to accept the bad news in advance: "The doctor said that even if my grandfather's disease is the top doctor in the country, there is no way, your words are ---."

In the fat man's cognition, Song Ming and curing diseases and saving people are two completely unrelated things.

"I'm not kidding you. Song Ming said seriously: "I will send you the medicine in two days, I can't guarantee whether it can be completely cured, but the effect is definitely there." ”

"Really?" The fat man seemed to see hope, but he was still a little uneasy: "Brother Ming, this matter is not a joke, are you sure that you are sure?"

"I'll just ask you, you and I have known each other for so long, have I ever dropped the chain at a critical moment?"

"That's not ---" The fat man suddenly figured it out: "Brother Ming, don't worry, fat man, I am a sensible person, no matter whether this thing is successful or not, I have written down your intentions!"

"Don't worry, it's up to me. Song Ming was very confident: "I usually like to trick people, but I can still trick you in this matter?"

“......”