"Don't look at it, my sister is going to beat you up." Cao Zhou leaned over and opened his mouth.

"It's just that I've never seen anyone who can cure so many diseases with needles." Anniversary smiled apologetically and said slowly.

"Now it is the world of Western medicine, but don't forget that Chinese medicine has a history of more than 5,000 years, but there are very few powerful people nowadays."

It was the first time Lin Fan was so serious. There was regret in his eyes when he spoke.

"Inheritance is important." Seeing that he was infinitely emotional, Cao Pujia suddenly spoke.

"Perhaps, in the future, I can really be a hands-off shopkeeper and open a small hospital to treat diseases and save people and teach students." Lin Fan's hand paused in front of the freshly ground coffee machine, and his words were full of infinite yearning.

"It won't be too far." Cao Pujia knew that he was not a person who valued money, and only longed for the days when he was in the field and the clouds and lying on the stones.

"Hmm." Lin Fan looked back at Cao Pujia's eyes, looking at each other, as if there was no one around.

They only have each other in their eyes.

"Oh, don't treat us as human anymore?" Tang Qian covered his eyes and pretended not to see.

"Brother, don't make fun of them, they are very black." Cao Zhou hurriedly jumped out and sludge.

"Hahahaha..."

A room full of people laughed and leaned back, and the atmosphere was harmonious.

…

Three months later.

Lin Fan is in the Tang Group, just after the shareholders' meeting, he and Tang Qian exposed Tang Brown's conspiracy, and various evidence has been submitted to the prosecution.

Tang Brown and Cheng Miaomiao, who were far away in a foreign country, were also urgently arrested by the local police and the Longguo police and escorted out of the country.

"Lin Fan, I succeeded!" Tang Qian wore a suit and his long hair was cut off, and his neat short hair lined him with maturity and stability.

He burst into tears of excitement and hugged Lin Fan without letting go.

Lin Fan was hugged and breathless, but the corners of his mouth never let go: "Well, you succeeded." ”

He was also moved by his good brother, and he was proud of helping him get back everything that belonged to him.

"Cheng Miaomiao's illness, have you cured it?" Cao Pujia suddenly asked.

"Well, I sent the medicine to get rid of the root of the disease, only in this way can Tang Brown take it lightly." Lin Fan nodded, looking at Cao Pujia's face with infinite tenderness.

"Jiang Mozhen is here." Anniversary knocked on the office door and walked in with a not very good face.

"Well, you and Zhou Zheng can go back to Zhou's house now, Chongyu has succeeded." When Lin Fan pushed the door, he paused and instructed.

"Thank you." Nian looked at Lin Fan's back and his nose was sour for a while.

Pingshui met him and helped him so far, and his closest relatives harmed him so far.

"Maybe I have the same experience as you, and I want to get an umbrella for someone else because I've been drenched in the rain." Lin Fan pushed the door out, his steps melodious and his back chic.

He didn't dare to look back when he said the meaty words, for fear that he would laugh out loud.

…

As soon as he entered the lounge, Jiang Mozhen swung his fist at him.

Lin Fan is not the Lin Fan who was ashamed and didn't dare to fight back before, and this time is different from the past.

He just raised his hand to block, and the practitioner who had been a soldier for seven years almost fell.

"You..."Jiang Mozhen stood firm and looked at Lin Fan incredulously.

"Do you think I'm really a piece of rubbish?" Lin Fan said with a smile, looking straight at him with the coercion of the superior.

"It's just that I didn't stand still for a while, what the are you."

Jiang Mozhen wouldn't admit it, he roared as if he was giving himself courage and rushed towards Lin Fan.

But Lin Fan didn't want to show mercy to his subordinates anymore, laughed contemptuously, and kicked people over.

He looked condescendingly at Jiang Moji, who was embarrassed and fell to the ground, and sneered: "If it weren't for Pu Jia's face, would you still be able to live like this now?" ”

"I'd rather die than throw in the towel." The corners of Jiang Mozhen's mouth were bleeding, his teeth were dyed red, he laughed madly, and his white shirt was dyed black.

"You've hurt so many people, you deserve to die." Lin Fan stepped on his ankle with one foot, and his feet spun vigorously.

"Ahhh

Cao Zhou ran in in a panic when he heard the terrifying voice: "Brother-in-law, the police are here, saying that they are arresting Jiang Moji." He glanced down.

It's okay not to look at it, but I was startled when I saw it: "Brother-in-law, he won't die, right?" ”

"Fainted, broke my leg, nothing serious." Lin Fan glanced at it contemptuously and said lightly.

"Let's just say he fell down the stairs when he came." Lin Fan casually talked nonsense.

"Can they believe it?" Cao Zhou smacked and pointed to the monitoring in the corner.

"It's okay, your sister should say hello." Lin Fan straightened his cuffs and wiped every inch of skin on his hands repeatedly with a wet tissue.

As if he had touched something, he didn't throw the wet wipes into the trash until his white hands were red.

"Okay." As soon as Cao Zhou looked at this bloody scene, he already expected how cruel it was at that time.

He couldn't help but think back to the night he was kidnapped, and swallowed with a chill down his spine.

sighed in his heart, fortunately, fortunately, Lin Fan was his brother-in-law, not his enemy.

"What do you think? Let's go, boy. Lin Fan saw Cao Zhou standing there looking at Jiang Moji, his expression was blue for a while, and Bai was unpredictable for a while, so he knew that he was thinking nonsense.

Funny, he walked over, gave him a brain break on the back of his head with both hands, shook his head and walked out of the lounge.

"Brother... Wait for me..."Cao Zhou saw Lin Fan leave, and came back to his senses.

Frightened, he hurried out of the room filled with the smell of blood.

…

As soon as Lin Fan came out of the bathroom, a white-faced man with a long white, tender and atmospheric atmosphere walked over and looked at Lin Fan seriously: "Are you sure it wasn't you?" ”

"What's the hit? I've had diarrhea all morning. Lin Fan clutched his stomach, his eyes were clear and innocent.

"Team Lang, the monitoring is broken." A short-haired policewoman walked up to Lang Cheng and spoke.

"Two days ago, the power control room downstairs was bitten by rats and the wires were damaged, and they are still being repaired." Lin Fan spoke softly to the policewoman.

"Preferably." Lang Cheng glanced at Lin Fan deeply with his eyes and spoke coldly.

He didn't know why he felt that Lin Fan was sweet and bitter when he saw him for the first time.

"The electrician is here this afternoon, if you don't believe me, you can ask." Lin Fan spread his hands and said that he was helpless.

"Can anyone prove that you've been in the bathroom?" Lang Cheng felt that something was wrong with what Lin Fan said, and asked.

"Brother-in-law, yesterday's seafood meal was really unlucky, and we spent the night... Cao Zhou came out of the toilet holding his stomach and walked out with a gloomy face.

complained that when he saw the policewoman and Lang Cheng, he immediately stopped and stood beside Lin Fan, pretending to be puzzled and looked at Lin Fan and asked.

"Brother-in-law, what's wrong?"

"Looks like someone has been beaten." Lin Fan turned his head and winked at Cao Zhou, guessing.

"It's really fake, it's too scary." Cao Zhou pretended to be weak and helpless and stuck to Lin Fan's side.

"Stay away from me, you haven't washed your hands." Lin Fan pushed the person away in disgust.

"My sister just sent a message asking us to go to the conference room to hold an after-sales seminar on Qingdao wine." Cao Zhou glanced at his phone and said seriously.

"Team Nalang, can I go?" Lin Fan nodded, turned his head to look at Lang Cheng and asked.

"Let's go." Lang Cheng was very reluctant to breathe a sigh of relief.