, the rest of the people were stunned, frightened and unable to tell the north, south, south, north, west, south, north, east, west,

Lin Mengxian tore her throat and roared wildly: "She's awake! She's not stupid! She's cured! Brother Jun is so powerful, Brother Jun, I love you for 10,000 years!"

It took a while for the father and daughter to calm down.

The attending physician urgently called someone to help, mainly for Wang Lingjuan to check his body, electrocardiogram, blood test, body temperature, pulse, etc., all of which were very normal, except for low blood sugar and lipids, it was just malnutrition. So he hung a bottle of glucose for Wang Lingjuan on the spot.

The visitor also brought biscuits and mineral water, and Wang Lingjuan ate some things and gradually became energetic.

She has a thin appearance, but she is the body of a young girl, and she can recover quickly.

However, within this young shell is a lonely soul that has gone through seventy years.

Recognized Lin Mengxian and other sisters one by one, Wang Lingjuan was indifferent with a trace of alienation, and everyone only said that she had just recovered from a serious illness and was unwell for a while.

The attending physician was frightened by this miraculous ending, and repeatedly asked to take Wang Lingjuan for pathological tests and related tests for psychiatric diseases to confirm whether she had really recovered or had improved by chance.

Song Baojun felt that it was unnecessary, but Wang Cunde himself didn't believe it, so after obtaining Wang Lingjuan's consent, they went to the medical building together for further detailed physical examination.

Fortunately, it was not too much of a toss, and the final result was that Wang Lingjuan's thinking situation was no different from ordinary people.

The attending physician's jaw was about to fall to the ground, and he grabbed Song Baojun to prevent him from leaving, and he refused to let go until Liang Bohua waved a check for 100,000 yuan.

Everyone hoped to know how Song Baojun cured Wang Lingjuan, but Song Baojun didn't want to say anything, and everyone didn't dare to ask more, so they held their doubts in their hearts and felt uncomfortable.

It was already more than nine o'clock in the evening when the group returned to Chazhou.

Wang Lingjuan and Wang Cunde took the same car, listening to their father's chatter about the changes in the family in the past six months. Wang Cunde thought that his daughter would be very sad to learn that her company was bankrupt and her family's villa was sold, but she didn't care about it at all.

It's no wonder that an old woman who spent fifty years alone in the fantasy forest returns to reality again, not caring at all about the so-called money and the house.

"Dad, my illness is just right, I can't remember a lot of things, you can tell me more. Wang Lingjuan still didn't quite adapt to the young body, and felt very strange to his father, who was not yet fifty years old.

"Okay! When I go home with your mother, we will have a good chat as a family of three, and we can talk until dawn!" Wang Cunde replied loudly: "I will take a day off tomorrow and will not go to work." ”

The two chatted for a while, most of the time it was Wang Cunde, and in a few cases, Wang Lingjuan agreed to a word or two. Gradually, she got used to the rhythm and way of speaking now, and she was no longer that lifeless.

"By the way, Song Baojun bought our family's original villa......"

"Yes, the military young man is a great benefactor of our family. Wang Cunde said busily. This old guy understands the truth that the situation is stronger than people, and he no longer dares to mention the topic of the company's collapse because of Du Yinlang, plus Song Baojun has recently cured his daughter, so he naturally changed his mind.

Wang Lingjuan pondered his rhetoric and said: "I miss our villa a little, it just so happens that Song Baojun is my savior, so let's go, I want to go to his house to work, Dad, what do you think?"

"Do you want to be a servant for the military youth?" Wang Cunde groaned: "It's not that you can't, the problem is ......"

Wang Lingjuan said: "Song Baojun's family has a big business, there must be a lot of things that can't be managed, I studied the knowledge of business management, and it shouldn't be a problem for him to be a housekeeper." ”

Wang Cunde was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly said: "It's good to be a housekeeper, I'm afraid that the army will not want it." Let's go home first, you have a good rest for a while, and I'll find a chance to mention it to the military youth. ”

Wang Cunde also bought a two-bedroom house in the city. took Wang Lingjuan home, mother and daughter saw each other, they were all happy, and they had their own emotions.

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The clean-up operation of the Baiheshan villa was carried out according to the plan, and on the weekend of the second week, Song Baojun took special time to supervise.

Water and electricity were all connected, weeds were cleared of the compound, and the fence, garage and swimming pool were renovated.

There are two pumps in the lobby, which are connected to the basement below the staircase, and the stagnant water is continuously pumped out. Six workers carried the silt out under the direction of the foreman.

Song Baojun was followed by Ling Anqi, a personal bodyguard, and Wang Lingjuan, the new housekeeper.

After a week of treatment and recuperation, Wang Lingjuan's thin face had a trace of blood, and it was no longer the terrifying withering and sickly.

On the first day after returning home, Wang Lingjuan was sent to Bo'ai Hospital by his parents for inpatient treatment, and he was basically fine for three days before returning home.

On the one hand, Wang Cunde felt sorry for his daughter, and on the other hand, he got Song Baojun's seven million house purchase money, and he almost responded to Wang Lingjuan's needs, and he didn't want to bring anything delicious and high-end health care products to his home.

After raising it for a few days, Wang Lingjuan's complexion slowly improved, and he took the initiative to ask his parents to see Song Baojun.

Wang Cunde originally thought that the military youth was not easy to speak, and he didn't want him to quickly agree to Wang Lingjuan's request to apply for the position of housekeeper of the "Song Mansion".

In the cold winter weather, Wang Lingjuan, who had just recovered from a serious illness, was pale, the whole person was wrapped in a thick down jacket, snow boots, fluffy mink around the collar, holding a chinchilla-shaped hand warmer in his hand, and the melancholy eyes of the seventy-year-old soul in the twenty-year-old body had a bit of a sickly Lin Daiyu temperament.

In exchange for the opportunity to return to the real world, Wang Lingjuan cherished this very much, and has been thinking about what to do to satisfy Song Baojun these days.

She has lived in the fantasy forest for many years, not just living, more or less understanding the correspondence of some universes, personalities, and containers, and has always been worried about her lack of ability to transform the fantasy forest, so she knows how powerful Song Baojun is who can freely create Fourier passages and enter and exit other spaces at will.

What's more, Song Baojun also has his own imaginary space with rich content far exceeding that of the fantasy forest.

No matter how vast and vast the fantasy forest is, it is always a vast forest created after the German Black Forest. What about imaginary space, which includes mountains, plains, grasslands, rivers, valleys, forests, hills, and other landforms, forming a small world close to reality.

For Wang Lingjuan, this ability can only be described as "great".

In other words, she followed Song Baojun with all her heart, and also wanted to gain this ability to freely enter and exit the imaginary space, or Bawang Song Baojun led her to enter and exit the imaginary space, and flew freely in reality and fantasy.

"Your father, Wang Cunde, was punished by my cousin Du Yinlang for being a traitor, and he deserved it. Song Baojun was blunt and explained to Wang Lingjuan in detail why he bought her villa, saying: "Wealth is only an organic part of the real society, and it is meaningless to the imaginary space. I'm sure you've learned this if you've lived in the fantasy forest all year round. ”

Wang Lingjuan is indeed no longer concerned about her father's deprivation of a large part of his wealth, and her way of thinking is no longer consistent with that of real human beings, so she calmly responded: "Yes." ”

Song Baojun said: "But the imaginary space is based on reality, and without reality as the foundation, the imaginary space will soon disappear." So we also have to manage the real life well, which is your current task, to take care of the family and part of the finances for me. ”

Wang Lingjuan nodded.

Song Baojun said: "You originally studied financial management......

Wang Lingjuan hurriedly responded: "It is an instrumental music performance major of Zhonghai Conservatory of Music, specializing in piano. ”

Song Baojun was stunned: "I remembered wrong?"

"Since it is requested by the master, I can also learn it. Wang Lingjuan laughed softly: "Some knowledge in the real world is not difficult to learn, I believe I can get started quickly, and I will definitely live up to the trust of the master." ”

"Well, you've been learning more about management and finance lately. Song Baojun pointed to the villa in front of him and said, "You can go home and live, or you can live here." ”

"Yes. ”

Song Baojun reintroduced the two women: "This is my henchman, my personal bodyguard Ling Anqi." You will cooperate well and work together in the future. Qiqi, you can take Wang Lingjuan with you in the future. ”

Ling Anqi was stupid and didn't have any scheming, and when she saw that her husband's attitude towards this young girl was different, she smiled and said, "It is Qiqi's lifelong honor to do things for her husband." ”

"Kiki is so good. Song Baojun pinched the stupid girl's buttocks.

Just when Ling Anqi was blushing and at a loss, the person in charge of the engineering team hurriedly came over to report: "Boss Song, the silt in the basement has been cleaned up, do you want to take a look?"

The circuit was connected, and eight headlights illuminated the basement, including the hall and four rooms.

Despite this, when Song Baojun walked down the steps, he still felt the cold and damp breath and musty smell rushing to his face.

The doors of the four rooms were open, two of which were wine cellars, but the contents had long since been emptied, and only a few empty wine cabinets remained, exuding an air of staleness.

There are also two rooms that may have been occupied by the servants of the former owner of the house, with beds, wardrobes, and desks. Under the long-term immersion of stagnant water, all of them are rotten.

On each side stood two workers with shovels and hoes, respectfully waiting for Song Baojun's order.

Song Baojun's attention was mainly focused on the ground of the basement hall.

The cleaned silt reveals the once high-end oak flooring, which is still resistant to erosion despite waterproofing and antiseptic treatments. Some of them are swollen and swollen, and the crevices are covered with sand.

Song Baojun watched for a moment and ordered: "Pry up all the wooden floors in the hall." ”

"Yes!"

At the foreman's order, the workers picked up crowbars and pried open the wooden floors, which were then carried to the ground by others in batches.

Beneath the pried-open wooden floor were strips of wooden keels and soot for filling, soaked with water, and it took two or three hours for the workers to clean them.

Song Baojun refused to let go of any clues about the fantasy forest and ghost energy, and asked the workers to be meticulous and careful when cleaning up, and report it immediately if they found something out of the ordinary.