Become a villain and swing your sword at the scumbag!

Lu Chengting had been prepared for Lu Huachuan's illness.

The Lu family was in chaos at this time. A group of concubines and concubines were chattering together, weeping and fighting, and they were confused.

When Lu Chengting came back, he found his backbone and quickly passed the matter over to Lu Chengting and let him handle it.

Among the women in the big mansion, there are only a few women who can talk to each other sincerely. They are either forced to do so or seek wealth and gain.

What's more, Lu Huachuan was selfish, affectionate and fickle. He could only treat these aunts for a few days on a whim, and he didn't spend much thought on his children.

Now that he is ill, it is really difficult for him to have people sincerely serve him.

But these aunts didn't want him to die early. After all, once Lu Huachuan died, it would be Lu Cheng's turn to take charge of the Lu family.

With Lu Chengting's temperament, the family would inevitably be separated.

If the concubines are sold together, except for the fifth concubine who raised Lu Chengting, everyone else will probably be sent away.

Those who have daughters can still keep some money with them, but those who don’t have daughters, their good life is completely over.

Lu Chengting's face was condensed, and he just said that Lu Huachuan really didn't know when to have a stroke, so he decided to have it today.

He asked the old doctor standing next to Lu Huachuan: "Can it be cured?"

The old doctor shook his head: "With all due respect, the commander's situation is not optimistic. There will definitely be nothing we can do for a while."

"Third Master, you might as well take the commander to the Western Hospital for a visit. If that doesn't work, let's slowly treat it with acupuncture."

To be honest, Lu Chengting hoped that Lu Huachuan could die soon.

But 037 refused, saying that he was here to make a new life for the original owner, and asked him not to do such a treasonous thing as refusing to save his biological father.

Lu Chengting had no choice but to pretend and do his best.

He held Nan Siyan's waist and said to him: "You go back to the bedroom first. If I can't come back before you leave, I will arrange for someone to take you there. When you finish, I will pick you up."

Nan Siyan knew that the relationship between father and son between Lu Chengting and Lu Huachuan was weak, so he was not too worried and just nodded obediently: "Third Master is busy with your work, so don't worry about me."

Lu Cheng was worried and asked again: "Where is the gun I gave you?"

Nan Siyan took his hand and touched her waist: "Don't worry, Third Master, I brought it with me."

In this era, Western medicine has just been introduced not long ago, and the conditions are not yet mature in all aspects. To put it bluntly, even kidney tumor surgery can cut the wrong kidney.

Taking Lu Huachuan on such a trip would not do much good.

But in order to deal with 037 and the rules, Lu Chengting settled down with Nan Siyan and had Lu Huachuan taken to the largest Western Hospital in Huating.

Before setting off, he called Yan Hao and asked Yan Hao to pick up Nan Siyan from Lu's house later and take him to Bishui Teahouse.

The Lu family was in danger and in chaos, and no one cared who Nan Siyan was at this juncture.

Nan Siyan was also happy to be alone, so he stayed in Lu Chengting's bedroom, studying the watches, cufflinks and other small items he placed on the table.

The sapphires on the cufflinks looked real at first glance, and were obviously not on the same level as the polished glass on his head.

He was very interested in the gramophone placed on the chest of drawers. He wanted to listen to it, but he couldn't operate it, so he had to give up.

Nan Siyan sat on the sofa, basking in the sun shining in from the window, and soon started to feel sleepy.

He thought for a moment, got up, took out a set of silk pajamas from Lu Chengting's wardrobe, put them on, got into bed, hugged Lu Chengting's pillow, and slept again.

He heard a knock on the door while he was half asleep, and subconsciously thought it was Lu Cheng who heard it. He rolled off the bed and went down to open the door with bare feet.

But he saw Yan Hao, who was wearing a three-piece shirt, vest, slicked back hair, and glasses. The raised corners of his mouth straightened instantly, and he frowned and said, "Who are you?"

Yan Hao looked at Nan Siyan, who was standing barefoot on the floor in front of him, wearing a loose silk nightgown, his cheeks were white and rosy from sleeping, and there were two bunches of stupid hair on his head, and he immediately became happy.

"Is Miss Nan, who is so charming and seductive on stage, so petite and cute in private? No wonder she seduces our third master so much that he loses all his soul."

Hearing this, Nan Siyan rolled his eyes at Yan Hao and closed the door with a bang. The door almost hit Yan Hao's nose.

Yan Hao was startled, took two steps back and shouted: "He is still a bad-tempered person!"

Nan Siyan snorted in a low voice and said secretly: "You are a scumbag, you don't know how to talk, and you won't even praise others."

What's charming and charming, what's petite and cute.

Is that the word that should be used to describe a man like him?

Nan Siyan changed her clothes, tidied herself up, and wrapped her clothes tightly from her neck to her ankles, then opened the door again and walked out.

He said to Yan Hao: "Let's go."

Yan Hao looked at Nan Siyan with an indifferent expression, clicked his tongue, and handed the big box he was holding to Nan Siyan: "Young lady, it's not me who said it. You opened the door and looked at me. It's too obvious that you are disappointed. Alright?"

Listening to Yan Hao's name for herself, Nan Siyan felt that sometimes this person's words were not too inappropriate.

He reached out and took the box, his expression softened: "I'm sorry, what is this?"

Yan Hao shook his head: "I don't know. Third Master asked me to bring it to you on the way, saying it was yours."

Nan Siyan walked out of Lu's house carrying the black velvet box that was more than two feet long, and followed Yan Hao into the car. He couldn't help but opened the box and took a look.

It is a set of extremely exquisite Hua Dan heads and noodle sets.

Just by taking a quick look, you can tell that the gems and pearls above are all high-quality goods that are worth a lot of money.

Nan Siyan couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, and almost laughed out loud. When he looked up, he saw Yan Hao looking at him with raised eyebrows in the rearview mirror, and his face suddenly turned serious again.

He closed the box, fastened the lock, and said to Yan Hao: "Don't stare at me, or I'll tell the Third Master."

"Okay, okay, okay, okay." Yan Hao looked away in compromise and concentrated on driving.

He didn't have any idea of ​​Nan Siyan. He didn't dare to touch Mr. Lu's people even if he borrowed a hundred courages. He was just curious and wanted to know who he was, who could actually take down someone as hard-hearted as Mr. Lu. man.

Let him not love Xiao Niang but love Xiao Lang.

Yan Hao's father, Adjutant Yan, celebrated his birthday tonight and was hosting a family banquet. Yan Hao sent Nan Siyan safely to Bishui Tea House, said goodbye to him, and returned to Yan's house.

When Nan Siyan returned to his room in the teahouse, the bed had been cleaned by the people Lu Chengting had hired, and they were currently packing away his belongings that needed to be taken away.

Nan Siyan took the costume and oil paint and went to the room where Boss Du occasionally stayed to put on makeup.

Boss Du stood at the door and teased the newly bought myna, and said to Nan Siyan:

"I always feel that you won't be able to sing for much longer."