After I was released from prison, I had a flash marriage with a boss who was in a vegetative state

"Doctor, my Mr. Lu is..."

"It was so noisy that he fell asleep." Song Mingyi held the golden needle in her hand and looked over lightly: "Secretary Yan..."

"I'm very quiet, I promise to be as quiet as the vase in the corner." Yan Zheng said and made a zipper movement with his mouth.

Song Mingyi withdrew his gaze and concentrated on performing acupuncture on Lu Shenxing.

As the silver needle in her hand fell deeply and shallowly on Lu Shenxing's acupuncture points, Lu Shenxing's cheeks turned red instantly, and countless beads of sweat seeped out from the surface of his skin, soaking his clothes.

The sweat that was forced out had an indescribable fishy smell.

Song Mingyi seemed to have not smelled it, focusing on the needle in her hand.

Half an hour later, Song Mingyi took the needle.

Lu Shenxing was still sleeping, but his frown became more and more relaxed, and the corners of his eyes and brows felt comfortable.

Lu Shenxing was actually a person who could suppress pain very well, but while the all-pervading pain tortured his body, it still showed on his face after all.

Yan Zheng couldn't help but ask: "Doctor, when will my Mr. Lu wake up?"

Song Mingyi said calmly: "Wait until you put the bath water for him."

Song Mingyi put away the golden needles, turned around and left, without giving Yan Zheng a chance to speak again.

Yan Zheng went to put the bath water in doubt, mainly because Lu Shenxing was sleeping too deeply now, as if he would sleep until the end of the world.

However, as soon as he came out of the bathroom, he saw Lu Shenxing slowly opening his eyes.

"Mr. Lu, you are really awake. The ghost doctor is amazing."

Lu Shenxing looked over.

Yan Zheng quickly repeated what Song Mingyi said just now, and then asked: "Mr. Lu, how do you feel now?"

"Easy."

It felt like my internal organs had taken a bath, showing an indescribable sense of relaxation and comfort.

Then he frowned: "What does it smell like? It smells so bad."

Yan Zheng: "This is the smell on your body. It started just now after the ghost doctor stopped the injection."

"I want to take a shower."

Lu Shenxing lifted off the thin blanket on his body and almost instinctively moved his feet to the ground.

Then, Lu Shenxing's feet stepped on the ground.

He even took a step forward before falling to the ground because his legs were weak.

boom.

My knees hit the ground so hard that it hurt.

But Lu Shenxing laughed, and the laughter was filled with joy.

He stood up.

just now.

Even if he had only stood for a few seconds, he stood up.

You must know that he has tried it countless times before, but these legs are just like fake, without any feeling.

However, now his leg took a step forward, and his knee hit the ground, causing burning pain.

It hurts.

What a wonderful feeling it is.

Yan Zheng was also very excited: "Mr. Lu, your legs can move. That's great, that's great."

Yan Zheng muttered, tears overflowing uncontrollably.

It's not easy.

As a confidant of Mr. Lu, he has seen Mr. Lu's pain frequently these days, and he wishes he could take his own life to take his place.

A talented person like Mr. Lu should not die young.

However, they were just like headless flies, looking for Ji Qihuang everywhere. But Ji Qihuang seemed to have disappeared without any trace.

Fortunately, the sky is endless.

When Mr. Lu's life was hanging by a thread, he met the ghost doctor.

Everyone in Taoism knows that the ghost doctor is the direct disciple of national player Ji Qihuang and the person who inherits his mantle.

Sure enough, under the treatment of the ghost doctor, Mr. Lu survived and even stood up in a short period of time.

Even if it's just for a short time.

Lu Shenxing allowed Yan Zheng to help him up. For the first time since he fell, his face was filled with a smile: "Yes, very good."

Song Mingyi's calm eyes flashed before Lu Shenxing's eyes.

I slowly asked in my heart, is it really you?

Lu Shenxing thought that he must ask the ghost doctor himself if she was Song Mingyi.

However, he didn't have this opportunity for several days.

As soon as Song Mingyi arrived, he was knocked unconscious with a needle.

By the time Lu Shenxing woke up, Song Mingyi had already left.

Lu Shenxing's face looked somewhat ugly. This was the first time that he felt so deflated in the hands of a woman.

Lu Shenxing couldn't help but said: "Secretary Yan, the ghost doctor is coming tomorrow. Stop her first and don't let her stun me."

Yan Zheng said: "Mr. Lu is late. When she sent the ghost doctor out just now, she said that today is the last day for acupuncture. She left ten medicated bath bags. She said that after she finished soaking these medicated bath bags, she would You should stop pretending to be disabled and fighting for the money from those who really need it.”

Lu Shenxing: "..."

Very poisonous words.

No.

Good to give people hope.

Ten more medicinal baths and he'd be fine.

late at night.

Song Mingyi was sitting on a wicker chair on the balcony, with a laptop on the round table in front of her.

The lights on the balcony were a little dim, and under the dim light of the laptop screen, her face looked increasingly calm, her eyes cold, as sharp as an unsheathed sword.

His fingers were tapping quickly on the keyboard, processing emails in an orderly manner.

Finally the last email was processed, Song Mingyi took a long breath and stretched.

Ren Suhai on the other side of the screen said: "Boss, now that your official business has been taken care of, it will be easy for a while."

Song Mingyi suddenly became alert: "What are you doing? Let's talk about it first. I'm busy and don't have time to think about hard work."

The eight design drawings promised were her limit.

Ren Suhai chuckled: "Don't be nervous, boss. I don't intend to make you do hard work. I want you to come and take a look at the country you have conquered. Boss, don't you want to see your picturesque country?"

Song Mingyi said sincerely: "I don't want to."

She will create thoughts just to store her thoughts that have nowhere to be arranged.

Missing my son.

"Hey." Ren Suhai sighed and said quietly: "I knew that we were abandoned by the big boss. It doesn't matter. You don't need to comfort me. I know that I was not good enough, so I was abandoned. Just let me die alone in the future. Bar."

Song Mingyi: "..."

Song Mingyi couldn't help it anymore: "Can we not play so much?"

"Then if you don't come to Si Zhen Si's five-year celebration, I will move the office to the Lu Design Department." Ren Suhai looked resentful.

This is definitely the most vicious threat made in the most resentful tone.

Just as Song Mingyi was about to speak, the bedroom door was pushed open.

"Young Master." Xiao Min's greeting voice came from outside.

Song Mingyi's expression changed and she didn't care to talk to Ren Suhai anymore. She immediately hung up the video and closed the computer.

At this time, Lu Shenxing had already entered the room in a wheelchair.

Song Mingyi stood up, a little surprised: "Why are you back?"

"Can't I come back?" Lu Shenxing looked up at Song Mingyi and said, "You don't seem to want to see me?"

Song Mingyi wanted to say, only you know.

But, now that she was living under someone else's roof, she swallowed these words.

"Aren't you worried that it will be hard for you to go back and forth?"

"Thank you for your concern." Lu Shenxing said coldly: "Since you are worried about me, why don't you go to the CEO's office to see me?"