In the past few days, Qin Yin used nine rows of tricky needles and Mo Yichen for acupuncture.
The results were indeed improved.
But she has not forgotten to put making money first.
The experience in her previous life made her feel inferior from the bottom of her heart, her family ties were unreliable, and her relationships might be in the abyss.
Only when she is strong can she control her destiny.
"Mr. Mo, something serious has happened!"
"Madam has shoveled all your expensive green plants in the backyard and planted a bunch of unnamed weeds. She is watering them right now."
Zhou Wei wiped the sweat from his forehead, his trouser legs were still stained with mud.
He really wanted to complain again. Madam not only shoveled away the valuable green plants that you bought and cultivated at exorbitant prices.
You also asked me, your royal assistant, to work as a hard worker, making him dig in the mud like a cow~
But when I think of Qin Yin's clear eyes staring at him with a smile but not a smile...
Zhou Wei shuddered and endured it silently.
Mo Yichen raised his fingertips slightly. His fingers were slender and well-proportioned, like works of art carefully crafted by God.
At this moment, he was tapping on the table carelessly.
The man's eyes are cold, his description is clear, his temperament is gorgeous and elegant, and his lips are drawn lazily:
"How much money you lost, let Qin Yin keep an account."
In the past few days, apart from giving him acupuncture in the room at night, Qin Yin has been so busy that he almost disappeared.
He wanted to see what the little Zuojing was busy with every day.
"Here you go, I did a rough calculation and it came out to be 80 million."
"Selling my wife, she can't even pay back."
Zhou v. Lao Bajiaodao.
As a qualified general assistant, he can still see clearly who pays him a salary.
It's just a pity that my wife has to bear a huge debt again.
Mr. Mo has clearly read Madam’s information.
Knowing that my wife is short of money, I deliberately set a limit on the secondary card. This is not appropriate for a shady man.
Tsk, why do you suddenly sympathize with Madam?
"Create a receipt for her."
"Since she loves money, if she owes more debt, she will be more motivated to make money, right?"
Mo Yichen was wearing a black shirt, with a slightly messy collar and rolled-up sleeves. The dark color made him look particularly solemn and cruel.
"..." Zhou Wei: If you want to see your wife, just say so.
Wearing black shirts and jerseys, Mr. Mo is quite thoughtful.
Zhou Wei obediently opened a receipt and went to find Qin Yin.
Soon, Qin Yin appeared at the door of the study.
The girl held a bill of arrears in her hand and opened the crack of the door, smiling with a flattering look on her face.
The tip of the little girl's nose was covered with dirty mud stains, and her fair and tender face was rosy, with a healthy rosiness after exercise.
"Mr. Mo, I haven't asked you for medical expenses yet, but you should settle the bill with me first."
"Isn't it a bit too unoriginal?"
Qin Yin walked into the study, dirty and dirty.
She knew that Mo Yichen had severe mysophobia, and as expected, as she got closer, she saw Mo Yichen's brows frowning more and more.
The girl curled her lips, and her eyes suddenly became evil.
Mo Yichen frowned, leaned back, and glanced at Qin Yin with interest: "If it's not authentic, so what?"
Qin Yin raised his eyebrows and continued to approach.
Her soft fingertips, clean and waxy, suddenly and deliberately crossed the slightly open chest of Mo Yichen's black shirt:
"If you are not honest, you will be punished."
The slender fingertips passed softly and lightly, and Mo Yichen's lower abdomen tightened.
Recently, with the increase in the frequency of acupuncture.
Occasionally, he would be ignited with unknown fire unconsciously.
It was especially popular when Qin Yin was here.
He couldn't help but wonder if Qin Yin had done something wrong when giving him medicine.
"What punishment?"
Mo Yichen reached out and pinched Qin Yin's demonic little hand.
There was pampering and indulgence in his eyes that he didn't even notice.
"Mo Yichen, I'll do it with you. How about you tear up this debt receipt?"
Qin Yin pressed against his ear, exhaling an ambiguous breath, and her long and curly eyelashes gently swept across Mo Yichen's cheek.
At that moment, Mo Yichen's heartbeat suddenly accelerated.
My heart felt numb, and the neck where Qin Yin had rubbed her was even more powdery.
He put his big palm on Qin Yin's waist and pinched her hard, as if he wanted to rub her into his flesh. His voice was hoarse:
"Qin Yin, what tricks are you playing?"
She had been deliberately pranked too many times.
He no longer believed in her sweet talk.
"How can Mr. Mo not believe me?"
"It's very frustrating."
Qin Yin raised his eyebrows, took the opportunity to wrap his arms around Mo Yichen's neck, and nuzzled his neck.
She stared at his broken Shura face, and the more she looked at it, the more heartbroken she became.
He simply kissed him between his eyebrows.
"Bah" sound.
rang in the study room.
It seemed that someone's defenses were instantly defeated.
Mo Yichen was in a daze for a moment, and saw Qin Yin pressing against the tip of his ear, gently rubbing it.
The girl smiled coquettishly and said, "But Mr. Mo guessed it right."
"What I told you to do was to make medicinal meals!"
"It's not expensive, one million for a bowl of soup."
"Mr. Mo, do you want to buy it?"
Qin Yin hugged his neck and said sweetly.
After gaining experience, she will be able to control the appropriateness of getting along with Mo Yichen.
Man, let him go for a while and then stick to him.
Suddenly far and suddenly near.
It will make him want to stop.
Mo Yichen was silent, pulled Qin Yin's slender wrist away, and glanced at her indifferently:
"After making these medicinal meals, Mo Garden will no longer be able to accommodate you."
He knew very well that she had said it on the first day they met.
After she makes enough money and can settle down outside, she will leave.
Qin Yin nodded: "Well, finish making these medicinal meals."
"After I cure you, I will leave Mo Garden."
"When the time comes, will President Mo miss me?"
Qin Yin took advantage of the situation and deliberately approached him again.
Of course she wouldn't leave, but she wouldn't tell Mo Yichen.
A hint of coldness flashed in Mo Yichen's eyes, and he pulled her away again with a half-smile: "No."
"Qin Yin, we are not the same people."
Words of warning fell from his lips.
Qin Yin turned a blind eye.
She pretended not to stick to him anymore and sat across from the desk.
The little girl looked into Mo Yichen's deep pupils seriously:
"Mr. Mo, can you give me this once before you leave?"
Seeing her serious expression, Mo Yichen also became serious.
However, the little girl couldn't be serious for more than a few seconds.
The man lowered his eyes and gritted his teeth: "Qin, Yin!"
Qin Yin tilted his little head and smiled like a flower:
"Hey, I'm here~"
"..." Mo Yichen felt a suffocation in his chest, neither rising nor falling.
It's itchy, but I can't scratch it at all.
——
basement.
Qin Yin is making beauty cream. She has opened a small laboratory downstairs in Moyuan to research medical beauty products.
The phone rang suddenly.
She glanced at it and picked it up as expected.
"Grandpa, are you feeling better?"
Grandpa Jun was originally named Jun Linxia. When he was young, he was a famous professor of traditional Chinese medicine in the imperial capital. He treated many difficult and complicated diseases for many distinguished dignitaries.
It was also he who insisted on taking her back to the Jun family four years ago despite the hesitation of the Jun family's parents.
But he is old and his health is not good.
Even with superb medical skills, he could not withstand the ravages of aging. He rarely lived in Jun's house and almost always recuperated in the sterile ward of the nursing home.
The descendants of the Jun family are expressly prohibited from disturbing Grandpa Jun's recuperation unless something serious happens.
"Xiaoyin, tomorrow is your grandma's birthday party. I know she has always been prejudiced against you, but after all, we are a family..."
"Grandpa hopes you can come."
Grandpa Jun's voice was old and he could not hide his fatigue.
Qin Yin couldn't help but feel distressed. She happened to have studied a new acupuncture technique and needed to ask her grandfather for advice, so she nodded: "Grandpa, I will come."
"However, I have a condition..."
