Everything in the world is interconnected.

The same is true for the organs of the body for a person.

The sympathetic nerve is an important link between the two ends of the human nerves, and the body will respond accordingly to what the brain thinks.

It's a process of passing on a signal.

For example, when you want to be beautiful......

Xia Xiaoye's nickname is Little Bastard, this kid doesn't do any good things at all, except for eating, drinking, prostituting and gambling, he almost doesn't know anything. Recently, I have been going to nightclubs every night and making myself very tired.

Just now, when he was chasing the Audi frantically with a machete, his brain lost his mind, and his nerves were already confused in an instant.

When it is about to be scrapped, the human mouth will be speechless.

That's why Xia Xiaoye couldn't say anything other than Zai just now.

Maybe someone is going to say, isn't this nonsense.

No, not nonsense.

Theoretically persuasive.

One more explanation, everyone will understand, that waste is equivalent to the disappearance of energy.

Everyone who has come here knows what energy means for men, if the energy disappears, it will be too sad.

Outsiders can't see it, only the parties themselves can feel it.

In other words, at this moment, Xia Xiaoye is feeling this situation.

The kid was at a loss.

Of course, that's a bit of a surprise.

Again, when a person is wasted, there is indeed something incredible.

After Ye Ziming finished saying that the other party lost to him in drag racing, Xiao Lumao and the other three young people all turned their faces to look at Xia Xiaoye.

At this time, Xia Xiaoye couldn't stand anymore, his body shook a little, and he fell to the ground with a sallow face.

Little Green Hair and the other three young people were taken aback and hurriedly helped Xia Xiaoye.

"Young Master, what's wrong with you?"

"What's going on?"

"Hurry to the hospital!"

"Let's go!"

The four of them lifted Xia Xiaoye into the red sports car, and when the little green hair stepped on the accelerator to start the car, he turned around and looked at Ye Ziming viciously, "Do you dare to leave your name?" ”

"Huh. Ye Ziming. ”

After finishing speaking, Ye Ziming reminded, "Go to the urology department of the hospital and find the best doctor to operate on him, if the operation goes well, he will recover after two years." ”

Ye Ziming is telling the truth.

The other party's situation is caused by sympathetic nervous disorders, although it is basically abolished, but the other party is young after all, and within two years, as long as it does not mess around, it should gradually return to normal.

"Ye Ziming!"

The little green hair said fiercely, "If Young Master Xia has three long and two short, his uncle Xia Houshan will not let you go!" ”

With that, with a whoosh, the sports car disappeared.

Inside the tunnel, calm returned in an instant.

It's as if nothing happened.

"Mr. Mi, let's continue to learn to drive."

After finishing speaking, Ye Ziming found that Milan's face was pale and his body was trembling.

"Don't be afraid, it was just a bunch of little hooligans just now, and now it's fine."

Ye Ziming said in a relaxed tone.

"You... Hear what he said? Milan spoke, her voice trembling.

"Who? Say what? Ye Ziming didn't understand.

"Just now, that person seems to have mentioned Uncle Xia's name."

"Yes, it's indeed Xiahou Shan." Ye Ziming shook his head slightly.

Just now, it seems to say something uncle.

It turns out that Xiao Huangmao is Xiahou Shan's nephew.

That's kind of interesting.

"How so..."

Milan muttered to herself.

"It's hard to imagine, isn't it?"

"In your eyes, Xiahou Shan is a big philanthropist, a very tall and awesome person, and all he shows is positive energy."

"There can't be such a rogue nephew like this. Right? ”

Speaking of which, Ye Ziming was very emotional, knowing people and faces but not knowing their hearts.

Having such a nephew shows that Xiahou Shan is definitely not a good bird.

It can only be said that Xiahou Shan is hiding too deeply.

To be exact, it's too good at pretending.

Obviously, Milan also thought about this layer, and did not speak for a long time, thinking about something.

Ye Ziming looked at his watch, it was almost one o'clock in the middle of the night. Surprised, it's so late?

He yawned, "Okay, that's all for today's drive." Go back and rest. ”

Milan nodded, "Let's go back." ”

Ye Ziming drove the car and walked back in the tunnel.

Milan suddenly said, "Ye Ziming, why did you do that to that little yellow hair just now?" ”

At that time, she saw very clearly that Ye Ziming was deliberately angry with the little yellow hair and went to death.

Otherwise, Xiao Huangmao would not tremble and collapse to the ground.

Ye Ziming smiled, "I didn't do anything to him, that kid was so angry that he almost killed himself." ”

"Ye Ziming, I think, are you a little too much?"

"Not too much at all."

Ye Ziming's tone became cold, "If he doesn't insult you, maybe I'll let him go." However, he said it, so he is responsible for himself. “

"It's called self-inflicted."

Milan's face flushed all at once.

Of course she understands that the insult Ye Ziming said is the word that Xiao Huangmao teased herself.

"Is that why you're so cruel to him?" Milan said in a small voice.

"Yes."

Ye Ziming said in a resolute tone.

"Thanks... Thank you. ”

Milan said softly.

At this moment, she remembered the scene that happened in the bar.

It was him, this man named Ye Ziming, who mercilessly taught Huang Yong, who was a hooligan to her.

"Why are you so nice to me?"

Milan muttered softly.

The voice was very small, but it was still heard by Ye Ziming, and he smiled slightly, "For that piece of watermelon." ”

"You're funny."

Milan couldn't help but laugh.

Half an hour later, Ye Ziming drove back to the community. Park your car. And Milan took the elevator upstairs.

When he arrived on the fifth floor, when Ye Ziming was about to get out of the elevator, he found that Milan's body was still a little trembling, and he could see that the other party was frightened in the tunnel.

Ye Ziming didn't get out of the elevator, went up to the sixth floor, sent Milan into the house, and when he left, he found that the other party's body was still trembling.

"Hold your hand out." Ye Ziming said.

Milan obediently stretched out his hand, Ye Ziming held the other party's hand in his palm, secretly breathed a sigh, and suddenly, a stream of heat passed through Milan's palm and was introduced into his body.

All of a sudden, Milan's body stopped shaking.

Ye Ziming's move relieved the sympathetic nerves of the other party.

"Well, it's late. Let's rest. ”

Ye Ziming said hello, and when he turned to leave, he was stopped by Milan, "Wait a minute." ”

"What's the matter?"

Ye Ziming found that the other party's eyes were very special when he looked at him.

What's going on?