The master of cultivating immortals became a god after regaining her luck.

Chapter 25 Branch of the Si family
"Miss Yan, when can you come over here again when you are free?"

When Yan Qiao received the call, it was already the afternoon of the second day.

"I'm free tomorrow morning."

"Okay, then I'll pick you up then, can you send me the address?" Rong Zhen said hastily.

"No, I'll go by myself."

After speaking, Yan Qiao hung up the phone.

She was thinking about what kind of elixir should be prepared for Rong Qian'an.

The elixirs used by the monks are too powerful. Mortals who use them will be weak and will die faster.

So she needs to prepare an ultra-low-level version of Peiyuan Pill, namely Xiao Peiyuan Pill.

Yan Qiao looked at the medicinal materials in his hand and lowered his eyes slightly.

But these alone are not enough.

The medicinal materials in the villa were not enough for what she wanted.

Yan Qiao finally decided to go out and visit the pharmacy.

"Is Miss Yan going out?"

Just as she was about to go out, Ye Qingli suddenly appeared and looked at Yan Qiao with sparkling eyes.

"..."

She still remembered Ye Qingyue's aloof demeanor when she first met her.

It's only been a few days now that he has shown his true nature?

Yan Qiao secretly laughed in his heart, but nodded solemnly on his face.

"Then can you give me a ride? I'm going to go shopping and come back."

"Yes." Yan Qiao nodded slightly.

Minors cannot drive, so Gu Nianchen came to pick her up.

Seeing the strange faces on the car, Ye Qingli suddenly returned to his cold look.

Yan Qiao was a little surprised by the speed at which his face changed.

She turned her head to look out the window, the smile on the corner of her mouth couldn't be concealed.

Gu Nianchen glanced at Yan Qiao strangely, feeling confused.

What happened? Why is the boss so happy?

"Where?"

"Chunhuayuan." Ye Qingli said coldly.

Yan Qiao's voice was cold: "Send her off first."

"Understood, boss."

Gu Nianchen kept her baby face tight and drove seriously.

It wasn't until Ye Qingli got out of the car that the expression on his face relaxed.

"Huh, it's killing me."

Yan Qiao glanced at him lightly: "Go to Yunjing Bay."

There are two well-known villa areas in Nancheng, namely Yunwu Mountain and Yunjing Bay.

Before Yunwu Mountain was developed, Yunjing Bay was where the rich and powerful people in Nancheng gathered.

Later, Yunwu Mountain was developed into a villa area, and the owners behind it were eager to buy them.

It is said that that person is from the Si family.

The Si family's power in Kyoto is tantamount to the status of the prince.

But not everyone is eligible to buy a villa in Yunwu Mountain.

She was able to get a villa on the hillside of Yunwu Mountain, thanks to her father's face.

Moreover, Nanqiao Group also cooperates with Sijia.

Although that person is just a branch of the Si family.

But it still laid a solid foundation for Nanqiao Group to take root in Nancheng.

When Song Shiyan saw Fu Bo's news, he had already gone out and waited.

"Miss Yan, long time no see." He looked at Yan Qiao with a smile.

"Who is this?" As he spoke, his eyes slowly turned to Gu Nianchen.

"My friend, can we go together?" Yan Qiao thought that it would be boring for Gu Nianchen to stay alone, and it would be okay if he could take him with him.

Anyway, this man was going to lose his temper with her because she ignored him for a long time.

"of course can."

The smile on Song Shiyan's face remained unchanged, and he led the two of them into the villa.

Uncle Forbe consciously followed behind them, and gave them a look when passing by the servants.

The servant understood immediately and quietly went to the kitchen.

"My grandpa is in the backyard. Uncle Fu has gone to call him. Maybe we need to wait a little longer."

"fine."

Yan Qiao took the teacup and took a sip of the tea lightly.

"This is the best Lushan cloud, with a mellow and sweet taste." Song Shiyan introduced.

"It is indeed good tea." Yan Qiao put down the teacup and nodded.

The clouds and fog in Lushan Mountain are affected by the cool and foggy climate of Lushan Mountain and the short duration of direct sunlight.

It has formed the characteristics of thick leaves, thick leaves, mellow sweetness and foam resistance.

The tea buds are plump and green, the cords are compact and beautiful, the aroma is fresh and long-lasting, the taste is mellow and sweet, the soup color is clear and bright, and the bottom of the leaves is evenly green.

"I kept Miss Yan waiting for a long time."

A deep and old voice came from behind.

Before she could turn her head to look, the owner of the voice had already taken a seat in front of her.

The visitor was covered with white hair, but his eyes could not conceal the majesty in them, but the wrinkles at the corners of the eyes were extraordinarily deep.

"Others say it's difficult to meet Mr. Song. Why not wait a little longer?"

Yan Qiao only smiled slightly.

"Miss Yan's appearance is very different from the master I remember."

Mr. Song looked at her and smiled, with a majestic light in his eyes.

"There are few talented and intelligent people like me in the world, but it is normal."

Hearing this, Elder Song burst into laughter immediately, his laughter was hearty, and everyone felt that he was in a great mood.

"I believe that Ms. Yan must have real skills, so I asked my grandson to invite you over this time, because I have something to ask for your help."

"Song Lao just speak directly." Yan Qiao raised his eyes and said to him.

"My little daughter..."

The smile on Elder Song's face faded, and he signaled Song Shiyan to go upstairs and call him out.

Seeing the actions of the two people, Yan Qiao just took a calm sip of the tea, feeling the slight bitterness spread in his mouth, and then the sweetness returned.

Suddenly, a woman wearing an autumn blue ancient cheongsam ran downstairs.

She sat obediently next to Mr. Song but her eyes were looking around for something.

After a while, she curled her lips and looked at Song Lao aggrievedly: "Dad, are you lying to me again?"

At this moment, Yan Qiao saw the bright disappointment in her eyes.

Song Shiyan followed the woman down, with a mostly helpless expression on his face.

"Little aunt said that she will come down only if there is strawberry mousse."

"Uncle Fu, go prepare some snacks."

Seeing his little daughter's appearance, Mr. Song's eyes were full of distress and helplessness.

"Okay, Weiwei loves Dad the most."

Song Xinwei's eyes lit up immediately, she hugged Elder Song's arm and began to act like a baby.

Mr. Song patted Song Xinwei's hand, then smiled at Yan Qiao and said:
"I'm making you laugh. My little daughter has always been like a child since she was stimulated a few years ago."

"Miss Song is very agile, which is a good thing." Yan Qiao shook her head and said.

Mentioning this, Mr. Song was silent for a moment and said: "In order to keep her like this, we have invited many masters over the years."

"In the first year, Weiwei was always immersed in pain. She was afraid of sleeping, afraid of the dark, and afraid of everything known and unknown."

"At first, we only thought that she became like this because she was hit by the divorce, so we successively hired many well-known psychologists for her."

"But it didn't have any effect. On the contrary, as this state lasted for a long time, her body also collapsed."

(End of this chapter)