The wealthy daughter, she subdues people with force

Yu Yan stared: Am I transparent?I'm not here!

After Rong Henian hung up the phone, Yu Yan just looked at him quietly.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Yu Yan finally couldn't help but said: "I'm such a big living person, you think I'm not here?"

Who taught you the ability to lie.

Ah Nian was not like this in the past!

Rong Henian glanced at him indifferently: "Go to Wutong Street and help me buy something."

"What do you want me to go to?" Is Wutong Street close to here?

Yu Yan didn't know the way at all.

Rong Henian: "There is a mysterious medical hall on Wutong Street."

"What's so strange about Xuanyitang, there is also Xuanyitang in the imperial capital."

Although the quality of medicinal materials in Xuanyitang is indeed better than that of other pharmacies, Yu Yan mainly focuses on Western medicine, and he is not that interested in Chinese medicinal materials.

"There is an old Chinese doctor at Xuanyi Hall in Jiang City, surnamed Xing." Rong Henian reminded.

Yu Yan: "Is that the one I know?"

Rong Henian remained silent.

That's it!

"He should have a lot of good things in his hand, I'll go and have a look." Without Rong Henian saying anything, Yu Yan offered to go.

Rong Henian looked at the back of Yu Yan leaving the villa, the corners of his lips slightly raised.

When Feng Chuyue returned to the villa, she naturally couldn't see Yu Yan.

She saw Rong Henian sitting on the sofa in the living room, clutching his heart, with a calm expression on his face.

Feng Chuyue only thought that he was enduring the pain, and frowned.

"Why do you suddenly have a heartache?"

When Rong Henian saw her, his eyes moved slightly: "I don't know."

"It's just a little uncomfortable. In fact, you don't have to rush back."

"You are tired enough these two days."

"Maybe it'll be fine if I hurt a little bit."

"Anyway, I was often uncomfortable before."

Rong Henian put it lightly.

But when Feng Chuyue thought about it, she felt that this young master was really pitiful.

He has been tortured by illness since he was a child, and he may never have enjoyed the happiness brought by a healthy body.

It's like she wakes up every day only feeling energized, not tired, miserable...

"I'll check my pulse." Feng Chuyue told him to sit down and put his hands flat.

She switched her left and right hands to feel her pulse, but she didn't find the reason for the tightness in her heart.

However, his heartbeat seemed to be a little fast.

"Let me help you with acupuncture and moxibustion to see if it still hurts?"

Feng Chuyue sought Rong Henian's opinion.

Rong Henian shook his head: "I seem to be much better now."

"Sorry, I shouldn't have asked you to come back."

Feng Chuyue: "..." She suspected that Rong Henian was teasing her, but she had no evidence.

That's fine, and it's too fast.

However, since the family has recovered, it is hard for her to say anything.

Maybe he feels uncomfortable just in fits and starts?

What is wrong with her physically, maybe psychologically?

He has been uncomfortable for so many years, and now his body has adjusted a little better, but he still feels that he should be uncomfortable.

So, he was bored.

This situation is not without.

Facing the sincere apology on Rong Henian's face, Feng Chuyue could only smile: "It's okay, your health is not good, even if it is a little symptom, you should pay enough attention."

"Since there's nothing else to do, why don't you go back to your room to wash up now, and when you go to bed, I'll give you a massage, which will help you have a good rest."

She didn't want to be called back again, so let him fall asleep first.

As long as the massage makes him sleep well, the chance of waking up in the middle is relatively small.

Feng Chuyue felt that she was really a clever little ghost.

"Will it trouble you too much?" Rong Henian hesitated.

Feng Chuyue: "...No." It won't be more troublesome than me waiting to return to the hotel.

"OK then."

Rong Henian went upstairs to wash up, and Feng Chuyue casually flipped through the newspaper downstairs for a while, guessing when he would finish washing up and go upstairs.

She knocked on the door, and Rong Henian opened it. His hair was still dripping, and he was wrapped in a towel.

Water drops dripped down his hair to his collarbone, Feng Chuyue swallowed unconsciously.

"Is the air conditioner not turned on in the room?" Why did she feel that the temperature was a bit high.

Otherwise, how could it be hot?

Rong Henian nodded: "Sorry, the previous doctors said that I am not suitable for staying in an air-conditioned room."

"I have all the windows open, it's a bit hot, but I'm used to it."

Feng Chuyue was almost thrown into a stress reaction by the phrase "I'm used to it".

"Is it very hot?" Rong Henian frowned, "Why don't I turn on the air conditioner first?"

The weather was already unbearably hot.

Even the wind blowing outside is hot.

"I'll turn on the air conditioner in your room first, and turn it off when you fall asleep. Then, the fan will not blow on you, and I will only use it to make the air in the room more circulated."

"What do you think of this?"

Rong Henian had nothing to disagree with.

Feng Chuyue fixed the air conditioner, then looked at Rong Henian's undried hair.

"You have to dry your hair before you go to bed."

Rong Henian: "Okay."

He wiped the moisture with a towel, and his hair looked messy, with a messy, decadent feeling, and he was a sick, weak, and noble man.

It's really nice to look at, his side face under the light is stunning in the world.

Feng Chuyue turned her face away, and handed the hair dryer to Rong Henian.

It can be seen that he is not skilled in this work, and there should be someone to help him.

Coincidentally, Feng Chuyue didn't wash or blow her hair by herself either.

Neither of them had much experience.

Feng Chuyue didn't volunteer to blow dry someone's hair, but sat aside, looking at Rong Henian with interest.

Such a good-looking man, one more glance is worth it.

She covered it up at first, but then she directly trusted her chin with confidence and stared at Rong Henian.

Rong Henian noticed Feng Chuyue's gaze and didn't have any special reaction.

Until Feng Chuyue saw that he was almost done blowing, she stood up and touched Rong Henian's hair.

"Almost done, all right."

Rong Henian: "Yes."

"Are you going to bed now?" Although Feng Chuyue was asking him, she yawned in a timely manner.

It seems to be saying: Brother, you can go to sleep for me, if you don’t sleep, I will feel sleepy.

Rong Henian is not an uninterested person, he nodded immediately: "Okay."

"Do you need to go to the bathroom before going to bed?" Feng Chuyue asked very calmly.

Rong Henian was expressionless: "No need."

Feng Chuyue looked him up and down: "I think your heartbeat seems a little messy now."

"It's nothing, maybe I just washed and blow-dried my hair, and I'm a little tired." Rong Henian staggered Feng Chuyue's gaze and didn't meet her.

Feng Chuyue was noncommittal and asked him to lie down.

After Rong He Nian lay down, Feng Chuyue sat beside the bed.

The two were so close that Rong Henian could almost smell her fragrance.

The unique taste makes people feel comfortable and peaceful.

Feng Chuyue's hand touched the center of his brows and massaged gently.

From the brow, forehead, to the back of the head.

Feng Chuyue's technique is very special, she can sense the acupoints on the human body even with her eyes closed.

After a while, Rong Henian fell asleep.