Dressed like a real daughter, she leads a billionaire CEO to abuse a wealthy family

Wu Xingxiao knew the news had spread as soon as he heard it.

"Haha, your dad must know that you are anxious when you come back. Come on, let's walk two steps quickly."

The old man turned around and greeted with a smile, his pace already quickening.

Wu Heng vaguely noticed something was wrong, "Grandpa, my father..."

Wu Xingxiao, who was walking in front, paused and did not look back. He just sighed softly and said, "It's okay. I was just injured before and now I need to stay in bed to recuperate."

He said it calmly, but Wu Heng felt that things were not that simple.

He subconsciously looked at Ye Lan beside him, only to find that Ye Lan's thin lips were slightly pursed and his face didn't look good.

This was the first time he saw a girl with such an expression, and the ominous premonition in his heart couldn't help but become stronger and stronger.

Soon, the three of them arrived at the third courtyard and came to the quietest courtyard.

Wu Xingxiao stepped forward and opened the door. When he saw the figure inside, he immediately smiled and said, "Xingjie, look who I brought to you."

After speaking, he turned slightly sideways.

Only then did Wu Heng see the people in the room clearly, and his footsteps stopped in front of the threshold in an instant.

He was a man in his 30s, with sharp eyebrows and starry eyes. He looked like Pan An, with a gentle smile hanging from the corner of his mouth. It seemed that he loved to laugh, and the lines had been clearly carved on his face.

Such a remarkable figure sat in a wheelchair with a blanket covering his legs.

It was easy to see from the shape of the blanket that both of his lower legs were gone.

The man was obviously waiting for him.

The moment I saw him, I was startled at first, and then my expression suddenly became clear, "He looks exactly the same as when I was a child..."

The same.

That murmur seemed to break the blank memory of these years and awaken the remaining images in the young man's mind.

When he was very young, he had a respectable father who would always take him on a horse in the peach blossom forest, picking large clusters of peach blossoms from the branches, and shouting while picking: "I want more, I want more." want."

At that time, his father promised him with a smile on his face, "Okay, okay, no matter how old you are, as long as you want it, dad will always carry you."

The past events are still vivid in my mind, but the stalwart father in my memory can no longer carry him.

Wu Heng walked over slowly, squatted in front of the man, looked up at him like he did when he was a child, "Dad, I'm back."

There is no excessive talk or sensationalism, just such a simple sentence.

But the man burst into tears for a moment.

ten years.

After ten years, the father and son were finally reunited.

"Okay, okay, just come back." The man's generous hand patted Wu Heng's shoulder, feeling the hardness and flexibility from the young man's bones and muscles, and he had mixed feelings for a while, "I have wronged you over the years."

He knew that Wu Heng entered the Immortal Mountain.

He also knew that being able to come out alive would have a narrow chance of death, but when he knew the news, it was too late.

Wu Heng shook his head and held his father's hand. The knot that had been hidden deep in his heart was suddenly relieved.

He didn't want to pursue it at all, he just wanted to spend time with his father.

However, even if he didn't mention some things, the Wu family would give him an explanation.

After Wu Xingjie calmed down, he continued to complete the story about Mr. Wu's unfinished treatment.

"Back then, I single-handedly built Peach Blossom Island and it was really famous for a while. Because I was young and arrogant, I was dealing with banquet invitations from various forces, and I became more and more excited. Until that banquet, in addition to an accident, I was seriously injured. Later I discovered that Peach Blossom Island was in chaos.”

"Peach Blossom Island has no foundation, and there are many outsiders with mixed intentions. Some people have long been secretly coveting the abilities of my lineage of pharmacists. As soon as they saw that I was seriously injured and returned, my disciples immediately arrested you mother and son and threatened me, forcing me to hand over the methods of medicine master training. Have the right to use Peach Blossom Island.”

"Those disciples made nice words at the time, but in reality they threw me off the island after I finished teaching the skills. I managed to rescue your mother after desperately resisting, but you were detained there."

……

After hearing the story of these years, the room fell into a long silence.

Wu Heng lowered his eyes and asked after a long while: "What about my mother?"

"She..." Wu Xingjie had a lump in his throat. He knew he couldn't escape, so he took a breath and sighed: "Your mother was too worried and died of illness within two years of returning here."

Wu Heng tightened his lips.

He knew without saying it that a woman who had lost her child, faced with a paralyzed husband, a broken family, and suffered huge changes overnight, was a grief that ordinary people could not imagine.

"Hey, don't talk about this. It's a good thing that A Heng can come back smoothly now. Let's have a few drinks tonight to celebrate." Mr. Wu interrupted the sad atmosphere in time and changed the topic without forgetting Greeting, "Ms. Ye, you also want to be honored."

Hearing the sound, Wu Xingjie in the wheelchair noticed the girl standing beside him. He originally thought he was his son's friend. He was a little embarrassed for neglecting her, but when he raised his eyes and landed on her face, his smile froze. On the lips.

"You are..." He opened his mouth, and the familiar feeling lingering in his heart reminded his body of some dark memories, and there was a faint pain in the severed limb.

Although the voice, appearance, and smile have changed, it is difficult for a person's temperament, body, and expression to change.

What's more, they, the pharmacist clan, identify a person not by his appearance, but by his smell.

The girl in front of me is clearly...

Ye Lan had been standing silently since he entered the door. Now he walked out slowly, nodded slightly to Wu Xingjie, and said softly: "Long time no see, how are you, Master Wu Island?"

This sentence is a direct admission.

Wu Xingjie gasped, "I didn't expect this to be true."

If it weren't for a living person standing in front of him, he wouldn't be able to believe that Ye Lan had come back to life even if he were beaten to death.

A few months ago there was a great turmoil in the ancient martial arts world. When Xuanzong transported the coffin of the patriarch, there were only fragments of corpses in the coffin.

Xuanzong wanted him to use the pharmacist's method to preserve Ye Lan's soul fragments as much as possible, but he found that the body was empty, not even the debris after the explosion was left.

At first, he thought that the impact of the body explosion was too great, causing the soul to be directly swallowed up. He never expected that the girl would be resurrected.

It's not just a simple resurrection of a corpse, but a resurrection where the soul and the body are completely matched, the eight characters and six pillars are completely integrated, and even the destiny is inherited.

Wu Xingjie's heart was filled with emotions, and he had too many questions to ask. After all, there were very few geniuses in this world that he could recognize and admire, and the girl was definitely one of them, and her strength was unfathomable.

However, hearing his father's address now, the girl seemed to have no intention of revealing her identity, so he could only suppress it and responded with a gentle smile: "I'm fine, thank you Miss Ye for sending A Heng back, it's a great kindness that I will never forget. "

Ye Lan studied under the Medical Immortal, and he knew this.

Seeing her now, how could Wu Xingjie not understand how his son came back.

"This is what I should do." Ye Lan shook his head and did not accept the thank you. He took a step forward and continued: "I have another thing to tell you this time."

When Wu Xingjie heard this, he subconsciously asked, "What's the matter?"

Ye Lan pursed her lips, and a smile appeared on her originally indifferent face, as dazzling as the peach blossoms blooming in the mountains in March, "I can heal your legs."