"Ye Fei."
A soft male voice came from the corridor, as well as the slow sound of wheels.
Ye Fei came back to his senses as soon as he heard the sound.
The tablet in his hand was held up in the air, but he couldn't throw it away, and he didn't want to return it.
Soon, a man in a wheelchair appeared at the door.
His skin is very white, a bit unhealthy. He is wearing a beige linen robe and trousers. Even though his face is pale, it still makes him gentle and elegant, with an impeccable temperament.
His slender white hands were placed on the wheelchair, and he tapped Ye Fei twice with his index finger, "Put it down."
Ye Fei heard the instructions and reluctantly put down the tablet.
"Master, this little girl used our house as a mourning hall and even brought a cat in. Now that black cat has gone somewhere. You must be careful. If you see the cat, call someone to catch it!"
Qiao He is allergic to cats.
But it's not really an allergy. It's just that many times, after he saw or touched a cat, he would have a high fever. The hospital couldn't find the cause, and in the end it could only be attributed to "allergy."
Mo Qian tilted his head and looked at the face of the man in the wheelchair, showing some confusion.
This man has a plump head, double occipital peaks, a plump nose bridge, and upright ears. He is a typical emperor. He must be in a high position, be wealthy, and be blessed until old age.
However, he was thin, his face was as pale as paper, and his eyebrows were stained with a faint green color, showing a faint death aura, as if he was about to die.
Two completely different fortunes, obviously incompatible with water and fire, are forced to grow in the same person.
This fate was truly something she had never seen before.
But it has nothing to do with her.
Mo Qian glanced at it a few times and didn't take it to heart, but she still showed mercy and informed the man in advance so that he could prepare.
"You're dying."
Qiao He, "..."
His eyes passed over the agarwood bracelet on Mo Qian's wrist, and he pursed his lips and smiled, "This is obvious."
Mo Qian rolled his eyes, remembering the life-extending pill that his master had not taken.
This man looks like a rich man, might as well sell it to him.
Mo Qian stood up, walked to Qiao He, winked mischievously, "I can save you."
"oh?"
Qiao He raised the corners of his lips slightly, raised his eyebrows and asked, "Can you save me? Don't you even need to see what's wrong with me?"
"No need to look at it, I can cure any disease."
The more Mo Qian spoke, the more he sounded like a charlatan.
Qiao He said half-jokingly, "Many masters have told me this, but they haven't cured my disease."
"They are all liars. I don't lie. What I tell is the truth." Mo Qian patted his chest seriously, confident.
In order to prove herself, she looked around, and finally her eyes fell on Ye Fei, pointing at him and saying, "He will lose money tomorrow."
When Qiao He heard this, a slight smile appeared in the corner of his eyes, "Then I believe you, I think he also looks like a man of wealth."
Ye Fei, "...", no one has considered whether I like to hear it or not...
Apparently, no one cared whether he was happy or not.
Mo Qian was very happy to see Qiao He come to the road.
As if she had found a close friend, she took out her bronze tripod from her half-dried satchel and patted it proudly.
"Since you are so sincere, I can show you the life-saving medicine. I guarantee you that it will be absolutely effective and ensure that you can live for one more year and be able to jump."
Mo Qian was like a counterfeit medicine seller, working hard to promote it.
After she finished boasting, she looked at Qiao He and asked in a low voice, "But - do you have gold?"
Although this man is very wise, he still has to be clear about his money.
Mo Qian's life-sustaining pill was difficult to obtain. The master refused to take it and let this man pick it up. She would not be willing to exchange it for a big piece of gold.
Qiao He felt funny when he saw her holding the tripod and reluctant to let go.
He replied to her nonchalantly, "Gold? No."
There is plenty of money to buy gold.
But Mo Qian didn't know that as soon as she heard that there was no gold, she immediately sat up straight.
The face that had been smiling a moment ago immediately faded away and returned to its expressionless state.
The hit it off a few minutes ago seemed like it never happened.
She cupped her hands into fists and bowed slightly to Qiao He in a formulaic manner.
"Then you have a good journey."
Qiao He, "..."
The corners of his lips twitched awkwardly.
I regret not writing on my face: I am rich.
Ye Fei, who stood aside like a light bulb, looked at Qiao He in horror.
Did the young master take cartilage powder today? Why is he so approachable...
Could this little girl have cast a spell on the young master? !
Sure enough, Qiao He, who had just been cursed, showed no trace of displeasure on his face.
He still looked indifferent and discussed with Mo Qian, "I'll write an IOU first and replenish the gold to you later, okay?"
"Of course it's not good."
Mo Qian refused without hesitation.
She shook her finger at Qiao He and said, "Pay the gold first and then do the work. This is my rule."
As she spoke, she put the bronze tripod back into her bag.
"You have to prepare the gold quickly, you don't have much time."
Mo Qian made another stab, and after saying that, she sat back in front of the memorial tablet and began to meditate.
No matter whether the knife was stabbed or not, there was no blood...
…
The atmosphere was somewhat tense.
Mo Qian meditated by himself, ignoring the other two men.
Ye Fei pinched his waist fiercely, wishing he could lift the tablets on the table.
But the young master is here, he has to endure...
And Qiao He's eyes completely fell on Mo Qian's hands.
The string of agarwood beads on her wrist was at least hundreds of years old. He didn't care how valuable the beads were, but the bracelet should have belonged to his father...
Qiao He raised his eyebrows almost imperceptibly, and the gentle smile just now disappeared, taking on a look of indifference.
He pressed the button of the electric wheelchair and drove slowly outside the house.
…
That's when the accident happened.
The black cat that was scared out just now ran back.
The dark, round body stared out at a pair of round blue and green eyes.
Its entire back was arched, and its tail was straight and tilted upward. It was different from its usual relaxation. It looked particularly nervous as if it had seen something scary.
Before anyone could react, it suddenly let out a scream, then flew up and rushed towards Qiao He who was sitting in a wheelchair.
Seeing this, Ye Fei's arms were as fast as lightning, and he reached out to grab the black cat's furry head. He had obviously touched the black cat's furry head, but he did not stop it. The black cat seemed to have penetrated his hand and ran out.
Ye Fei was startled, and then reached back to catch it, but it was already too late.
The black cat pounced on Qiao He, howled, and bit the back of his hand.
Qiao He immediately pulled his hand away, but there was still a small bite on his hand.
Immediately, he felt stuffy in his heart and clutched his chest tightly with his right hand.
His face was pale and there was cold sweat on his forehead.
Ye Fei was shocked, "Master! How are you!"
Qiao He had bulging veins on the back of his hands and was breathing rapidly. He suddenly coughed violently and spit out a mouthful of black blood.
Then he tilted his head, fell sideways on the back of the chair, and passed out.
Things happened so fast, from being bitten by a cat to being unconscious, it only took a matter of seconds.
Ye Fei was so frightened that he immediately shouted, "Come here, call the doctor! The young master is injured!"
