Everyone's eyes are focused on Ryuichi, out of the nerd.

The nerd saw Qingyun's somewhat uncomfortable expression, and his heart seemed to have knocked over a vinegar bottle, which was terrible.

He only now fully understands that he has become a substitute for Mao Eighteen, and a woman like Qingyun is just imagining the appearance of Mao Eighteen in bed and overdrawing the remaining energy of his body with him.

Qingyun's understanding of Mao Eighteen is nothing more than a legend from the outside world and a casual pass.

There is no why, liking is liking, and there is no reason to say what.

This may be something that God has long predestined for.

Before meeting Mao Eighteen, Qingyun felt that Long Yi was the best man in the world, but Mao Eighteen appeared, and the kind of unruliness that he stole out of his bones made Qingyun deeply obsessed, and he was out of control.

Qingyun asked, how is it.

Mao 18 looked up and saw a woman like rouge looking at him.

The face is exquisite, the skin is like congealed fat, and she is dressed in a white dress, as if she is a fairy who has descended from the Moon Palace.

Mao Eighteen had never seen this woman, and he didn't know who she was.

But Mao Eighteen guessed it, because everyone including the nerd stood with their hands down, and only the woman sat next to Long Yi in an extremely elegant posture.

Mao Eighteen shook his head and sighed.

Qingyun asked, can't you help it.

Mao 18 said that there is a way, but it is difficult to get a medicinal material here. As far as I know, this herb has never appeared on the market.

Qingyun asked, what kind of medicinal herb is it.

Mao 18 said that it is the Changbai Mountain ginseng of the nine-grade leaves, even if it has a few tiny whiskers.

The nerd scolded and said, Mao Eighteen, aren't you fucking embarrassed, where is the ginseng of the nine-grade leaf, it's just a legend.

Mao Eighteen glanced up at the nerd and didn't speak, he felt that the nerd was a little abnormal, but why it was abnormal, Mao Eighteen couldn't say.

So what to do next, Qingyun asked.

Mao 18 said that there is no other way, the person who poisoned is also a master, the purpose is to kill the eldest brother, I don't know that there is any other way to detoxify.

The nerd's phone rang, and it was Bai Wanli calling. Asked, how is Long Yi, can he come back for a meeting?

Nerds swearing, grass and mud horses, you don't know if you can do it, isn't this the result you want.

Bai Wanli smiled and said, there are times in life when you have to have it, and there is no time in life when you don't force it. The dragon doesn't have it in his life, so why force it.

In the conference room of the Huaihuawan Town Government, Mayor Dong re-announced that because of the accident of Long Yi, chairman of Tianlong Industry, all the projects were in charge of Zhao Shiqing, president of Tongda Industrial Group.

The nerd also got the result, and he said in Qingyun's ear, sister-in-law, let's bid out.

The Bodhi rosary in Qingyun's hand paused, nodded, and said, I know.

Qingyun stood up from Ryuichi's side and said to take Ryuichi home.

In the middle of the day, in a meditation room of Bodhi Temple, the old monk who swept the floor took out a nine-grade leaf ginseng from a box, looked at it for a long time, and finally reduced three one-inch-long whiskers from the root of the ginseng, wrapped them in yellow paper, and called the little monk to explain and then took the broom and began to sweep the floor endlessly.

Qingyun sat next to Long Yi, the nerd stood behind Qingyun, Mao Shibai sat opposite Qingyun, and in the middle was Long Yi's body lying quietly.

No one spoke, the room was silent.

Qingyun looked at Long Yi lying on the bed, and wanted to reach out and touch his face, but he couldn't help it, that feeling is back now, but I don't know why it's a little strange, is it because it's been a long time.

The nanny came over and said suicidly that a little monk had come to look for Mao Eighteen.

Mao Eighteen's eyebrows raised. Qingyun raised his head, looked at Mao Eighteen and said, please, please.

The little monk is long and beautiful, that is, fifteen or sixteen years old, and the wide and heavy monk's robe makes him look a little thin, and no one knows why he saw through the red dust and escaped into the empty door at such a young age.

Mao 18 said Ani Buddha.

The little monk said Ani Buddha. Then an antique wooden box was handed to Mao Eighteen.

Mao Eighteen opened it, and a fragrant fragrance came out, and Mao Eighteen shouted, Jiupinye ginseng.

Mao Eighteen wanted to kowtow and thank you, but the little monk had already left.

Qingyun looked at Mao Eighteen and asked in surprise, is it really nine-grade leaf ginseng.

Mao 18 nodded and said, quick, give me pen and paper.

The nanny sent me a delicate Parker gold pen, and a fine white paper.

Mao 18 didn't know why, he was a little uncomfortable with this kind of ultra-luxurious pen, and he couldn't write for a while, so he said, is there a normal pen.

The nanny said, I have, I'm afraid you don't use it properly.

Mao 18 said, bring it.

It has always been a hero brand fountain pen, and Mao Shibai remembered that the first fountain pen he used to use when he was in school was this brand, and his mother sold his hair to buy it for him.

Some of them shed tears and spread on the white paper.

With a wave of the brush, Mao Eighteen brushed and told the sù people to grab the medicine.

Ten minutes later, the person who bought the medicine came back, and his hand was indeed empty.

Mao Eighteen frowned and said, what's the matter.

The person who bought the medicine said that he didn't know why, and the pharmacies were all closed.

Mao 18 said forget it, I know where it is.

Mao Eighteen strode out, Qingyun shouted in the back, Eighteen ......

The old monk sat in front of the mountain gate and squinted, not knowing whether his eyes saw it or not.

Mao 18 knelt in front of the old monk and said, "Master, help."

The old monk sighed and said, It's really troublesome.

Mao 18 came back from the old monk with a cigarette and began to boil medicine for Long Yi.

After staying up from noon to midnight, the first medicine was finally calculated, and Mao Shiba's eyes were already bloodshot.

Mao Eighteen helped Long Yi up, poured a small bowl of medicine into him, and said, I'm hungry.

Qingyun said to the nanny, quick, hurry up and eat.

Before the nanny could finish the dishes, Mao Eighteen had already finished eating, and a glass of white wine was also down to his stomach as tea.

Qingyun said, eighteen, you can rest for a while, I'll watch here.

Mao 18 said, no, you should know better than me who Zhao Shiqing is, I want to guard my eldest brother.

Qingyun said okay, I'll accompany you.

The nerd said, then I'm not going to leave either.

Qingyun glanced at it and said, go back, there are still many things that you need to take care of on the company's side.

The nerd was a little unhappy, but he didn't have a seizure and went downstairs.

Mao Eighteen sat cross-legged on the carpet, his hands became a fingerprint, and he had settled down in a short time.

The rosary in Qingyun's hand turned unhurriedly, his eyes looked at Mao Eighteen's appearance, and a kneaded warmth rose from the bottom of his heart.

When it was almost dawn, Long Yi woke up Mao Shibai with a violent cough, and he didn't know if Long Yi could escape this catastrophe.