In the afternoon, the sun was warm, and the wind blew across his cheeks, brushing Zhang Qingwu's long hair. Wearing the coat that Lin Wufeng helped her get, she sat face to face with Lin Wufeng on the rattan chair on the balcony.

She didn't look at Lin Wufeng, who was sitting opposite, and kept her eyes on the cloudless clear sky in the sky.

Zhang Qingwu is extremely beautiful. The eyebrows are picturesque and the temperament is cold. But her somewhat attractive peach blossom eyes and enchanting and charming posture make people think that she is charming and charming.

Gaudy but not tacky, plump but not bloated. What's more—she's three years older than herself.

Such a woman is the most perfect image of the royal sister in Lin Wufeng's heart.

However, she suffers from that damn selective autism.

As a doctor, Lin Wufeng felt it was his duty to get the woman out of the fire pit so that she could rejoin herself—ahem, the man's embrace.

"When I was in college, I was recommended by the school to go to the United States for exchange study for half a year." Zhang Qingwu suddenly spoke, breaking the long silence between the two.

"Hmm. Prove that you must be very good. Lin Wufeng echoed with a smile. has such a face that has brought disaster to the country and the people, and has the wisdom to match it. Such a woman will be the focus of the crowd's attention wherever she goes.

In these years, there are many women who are not married at the age of twenty-six or seventeen. 'Leftover women' has become a fashion trend.

However, why has Zhang Qingwu always attracted attention and attention? It's not because she's pretty.

If she looks like Sister Feng for a long time, there will be people who follow her ass all day long and care about whether she is married? Have you ever had a boyfriend?

Which man married Sister Feng when she was eighty years old, and you don't have to be surprised to find out that she is a virgin when you go to bed, because it is inevitable. There is no doubt that the hymen is definitely the original, not the rubber plastic film bought for eighty yuan.

"At the beginning, life was very hard, but I was also very steady, and I was able to learn a lot of things that I had not been exposed to before. All of a sudden, it was like entering a new field of study, and it was very fulfilling. ”

Then, there was another long period of silence.

Zhang Qingwu's face was sad and confused, as if his soul had entered another plane. Returned to distant, beautiful or painful memories.

Lin Wufeng felt that Zhang Qingwu at this time was real. The Zhang Qingwu, who treats people coldly and likes to frown when talking to people, is just an appearance. Because of his illness, he was forced to wear a mask that he could not remove.

"He's good too, isn't he?" Lin Wufeng asked in a low voice, for fear that the sound would be too loud and irritate the little sheep in front of him.

"He is also a Chinese, and when he meets a Chinese in a foreign country, he originally has special feelings. In addition, he is also very good, one year older than me, studied medicine in the United States, and got a double doctorate. ”

Lin Wufeng nodded secretly, feeling sad in his heart, yes, only such an excellent man is worthy of Zhang Qingwu.

"I have always been respectful of him, he has never asked me too much, and even never held hands, I have always thought that this is the man I am looking for worthy of entrusting my life."

"But I was naïve. By accident, I saw him driving away with an American girl from school. That woman is famous and is a famous courtesan in the hospital. Then I followed them in a car. Before they entered the house, they hugged each other in the car—"

After figuring out the reason, Lin Wufeng finally knew that it turned out that this man named Xie Kaixiu had hurt Zhang Qingwu, which caused her to have this damn selective autism.

"So, after that, you started to hate men and selectively autistic about them?" Lin Wufeng asked while the iron was hot.

"Yes, I think men are dirty!"

"So—what do you think of me?" Lin Wufeng's body leaned back, so that she could look at her handsome cheeks more easily.

"You- it's okay. I hate it—but I don't think it's too annoying—" Zhang Qingwu looked at Lin Wufeng and said how he felt.

When they first met, he thought the dirty man in front of him dressed as a thug was too annoying. Moreover, he was so rude that he broke in by himself without his permission, which was ten thousand times more hateful than all the men he met.

However, I saw with my own eyes the kind of determination he made when he rescued critically ill patients, and even Director Bai said that he did a good job - and was able to silently send tissues when he was crying, and when he just felt cold, he sent clothes to keep out the cold -

He doesn't look like a bad person.

"It's not a way for you to go on like this, you're just selectively autistic now, if the disease progresses, you're going to be autistic about everything, and at that time, what will your grandfather do? If you believe me. I can heal you. Lin Wufeng said confidently. In terms of medicine, Lin Wufeng has always been so confident.

"-Thank you." Zhang Qingwu herself doesn't want to go on like this forever, she also wants to get better, but she can't find that breakthrough.

"Well, that's a good start." Lin Wufeng said with a pun. The fact that she can stop hating herself and are willing to say thank you to a man is proof that she is recovering.

"What am I going to do now?" Zhang Qingwu asked.

"Your illness has lasted for too long, and because you are often angry, your liver qi is very stagnant. First of all, I want to help you unblock the liver meridian. Lin Wufeng said. If you can maintain a good mood at all times, this symptom will naturally reduce. If the liver meridian is blocked, the old disease will recur in the future. ”

"How to unblock?" Zhang Qingwu asked.

"Acupuncture." When Lin Wufeng spoke, he magically took out a black cloth bag from his fart pocket, and there were a total of eighty-one silver needles in it, which were relics left by his grandfather.

"Acupuncture?"

"Yes. Acupuncture Dadun, between the lines, foot five miles and three acupoints. Lin Wufeng said.

"Is it now?"

"If you have the time." Lin Wufeng shrugged indifferently.

"Oh well. I'm sorry for you. Zhang Qingwu said. Anyone who knows that there is a cure for their illness can't help but want to be relieved as soon as possible.

Even Zhang Qingwu, who is known as the 'Goddess of Iceberg', is no exception, and her eyes can show a look of longing.

Lin Wufeng glanced around and said, "Let's go back to the room." It's windy outside, and you can't blow the wind after acupuncture. ”

"Okay." Zhang Qingwu stood up obediently and followed Lin Wufeng into his boudoir.

"Sit on the bed." Lin Wufeng said.

Zhang Qingwu glanced at Lin Wufeng, but still sat on his big bed according to his words. He pulled the hem of his pajamas with his hand. Because as soon as she sat down like this, she lifted her clothes up, revealing a large section of snow-white thighs.