The cheongsam beauty becomes a god after the end of the law

Agarwood caused me to wake up early, so I made a cup of Gastrodia elata soup, bought a bouquet of flowers on the way, and took a taxi to Qingshan People's Hospital.

In the independent inpatient ward, Qi Yan was alone with no one to accompany him.

He had a severe wound on his head and was still wrapped in gauze and put on a large bottle of intravenous drip.

Seeing Chen Xiangyin holding flowers and carrying a lunch box, he was startled.

"I won't disturb your rest." Chen Xiangyin placed a bouquet of sunflowers and carnations on the small table.

Realizing that Qi Yan glanced at the door, he turned away and said, "Why are you here?"

Chen Xiangyin unscrewed the lid of the lunch box and joked: "If I don't come to see you, you will be discharged from the hospital."

The naohua has been slowly stewed in rice wine. It has no fishy smell and has a unique aroma.

In the deserted and quiet ward, with pale eyes, Qi Yan looked at the steaming lunch box, and the appetizing aroma penetrated his nostrils, bringing warmth.

"He Chongtian asked you to come?"

He guessed this because in that melee, everyone except He Chongtian and himself thought that he was injured by one of his own people as an accident.

Chen Xiangyin chuckled: "No, are you disappointed?"

Just after he finished speaking, he added another sentence: "However, his reaction to your righteous act was quite great."

"Uh-huh..." Qi Yan's tone was disdainful, the corner of his mouth raised subconsciously, and he stretched out his hand to take the soup bowl from Chen Xiangyin.

"So you're going to thank me on his behalf? You're welcome. I just don't want to owe him too much."

Chen Xiangyin denied: "No, I am very utilitarian." Watching Qi Yan finish a bowl of soup with satisfaction, she took the bowl and filled the second bowl.

"tasty?"

Qi Yan nodded, seeming to have forgotten that his head was injured. He nodded a little harder, frowned, and muttered something about the pain.

"Utilitarian? What do you want from me?"

Chen Xiangyin was not in a hurry and said slowly: "Lin Qiaozhu's beauty salon has been closed down. Now all three of her businesses are in ruins. I want you to do a favor."

At the mention of Lin Qiaozhu, Qi Yan's face fell instantly, "How can I help?"

"Lin Qiaozhu is following Zhou Chengwang again. When you have the opportunity to see her, tell her in due course that I will bid for a piece of land at the top of Qingshan Beifeng Mountain Resort. You hinted to her that the land is very profitable."

Qi Yan buried his head in drinking the second bowl of soup, "That's it?"

Chen Xiangyin: "Yes, don't go too far to arouse her thoughts of competing with me."

Qi Yan hummed: "Yes, yes, but what is your plan?"

Chen Xiangyin smiled lightly, with a hint of ruthlessness in his eyes, "I can't say it yet. You can wait and see the big show when you succeed. It will be exciting."

Qi Yan didn't ask further questions, just stared at the lunch box on the table: "Is there any more soup?"

Chen Xiang laughed: "The hospital won't give you food?"

"No, this soup is delicious. Where did you buy it?" Qi Yan Baofeng inhaled the hot soup from the third night.

I have been eating hospital meals for the past few days, and I feel so bored that I have no love for life.

"I cooked it myself." Chen Yinxiang said calmly.

Qi Yan drank the soup with his hands, as if saying to himself: "It's so good that the crane is in the destiny."

……

Returning to Shenji Tailoring, I saw an uninvited guest as soon as I entered the door.

Pang Xianshun sat with his legs crossed on the chair where He Chongtian often sat, shaking his head and legs, his hands covered with red bloodshot eyes.

What the hell are you doing so early in the morning?

Chen Xiang raised his eyebrows and said in an emotionless tone: "Master Pang, isn't the store busy?"

Only when Pang Xianshun heard the voice did he realize that Chen Xiangyin was back, "Well... Chen... Chen Xiangyin, I'm hiding here..."

"What are you hiding from?" Chen Xiangyin couldn't see Gu Yunshi everywhere: "Where is the boy in my shop?"

"Boy?" Pang Xianshun reacted, frowned, squeezed his swollen eyelids into slits, and shook his head.

"I don't know. It would be terrible if my grandpa found out about my mother's betrayal when she met the rose seller's grandson!" Pang Xianshun's eyes were dull, his pupils were dilated, and he smiled foolishly from time to time.

Chen Xiangyin originally wanted to wait until he made a big mistake before lighting the fire, but he didn't expect to be exposed in advance.

It must be that Zhou Chengwang couldn't hold his temper and was eager to bite Pang Xianshun and bring the matter to Lao Longtou.

Just as he was thinking about how to make things worse, Gu Yunshi hurried back from outside with a bag in his hand.

"Do you think this is it? I've tried several stores but they don't sell the brand you mentioned."

Gu Yunshi handed the bag to Pang Xianshun, put his hands on his hips and wiped the sweat from his forehead and said helplessly to Chen Xiang: "Sister Shen..."

He was running errands for his grandson.

Pang Xianshun hurriedly opened the cigarette that Gu Yunshi bought, lit it and took a deep breath.

The aftertaste of the co-authorship is still lingering in Shen Xiangyin's shop.

Looking at that disgusting face, Chen Xiangyin pondered that even if Pang Xianshun was caught using contraband and was caught by Lao Longtou, at most he would be given a harsh lesson and would not receive any substantial punishment.

Zhou Chengwang's purpose was just to teach Pang Xianshun a lesson.

But her purpose was different. She wanted Pang Xianshun to quit.

At present, there is not enough leverage, so she had better help Pang Xian get through this time smoothly.

"Master Pang, you can rest here peacefully. Shen Ji Tailoring has a day off today."

After saying that, Chen Xiangyin looked at Gu Yunshi: "Yunshi, go and close the store."

Gu Yunshi nodded in agreement and moved to close the door, but Chen Xiangyin did not hear the sound of the wooden door closing for a long time.

"Yunshi?" As Chen Xiang turned his head, a depressing aura swept over him like a dark cloud.

Outside the main entrance, the old dragon head stood majestically, leaning on a dragon head crutch.

Gu Yunshi was so frightened that he could not speak.

A green dragon carved from a whole piece of turquoise is entrenched on a rosewood wood pillar inlaid with platinum. This crutch is the beauty of the old leader of the Qinglong Group, where the legendary dragon has never seen its head or tail.

The old dragon's head was slightly stooped, and his eyelids were drooped and slack, looking particularly fierce as he stared at Pang Xianshun.

Pang Xianshun didn't notice it yet, he sat slumped in the chair with a face full of enjoyment, immersed in his own world.

The air seemed to be frozen, and the agarwood caused goosebumps all over my body.

She had felt that the aura of Old Longtou was terrifying before, but now she felt even more so, almost untenable.

Boom, boom, boom——

The dragon-headed crutch struck the ground three times firmly and forcefully.

Pang Xianshun sat up straight as if he had just woken up from a dream. The moment he saw the old dragon head, he plopped down and knelt on the ground, regardless of whether he was ugly or not.

With an extremely angry and sinister look on his face, the old dragon approached Pang Xianshun, raised his crutch and hit Pang Xianshun on the waist with the stick.

"You think I can't find you? Xianshun, you can't hide!"

The violent violence lasted for a long time, and Pang Xianshun was beaten until he vomited blood and his spectacle lenses were embedded in his eyebrow bone.

Chen Xiang looked on and realized that the old dragon head was so angry that he avoided the vital point when he really attacked.

Pang Xianshun kept begging for mercy until the old leader was tired of beating him and glanced at the men standing outside the door.

The men immediately entered the house, set up Pang Xianshun, and dragged him outside.

The old dragon was gasping for air, his stooped back and flat chest rising and falling violently, as if he was about to lose his breath.

He held a white handkerchief in his hand and wiped the blood on his hands. He wiped it slowly. The thick blood could not be wiped clean, but the smell of blood dispersed.

Chen Xiangyin said nothing, thinking that the old leader would leave after taking care of Pang Xianshun.

Suddenly, the old dragon turned to look at Chen Xiangyin, his eyes as sharp as a swift cold arrow.

"Agarwood Yin." The old dragon called her name in a withered voice, and then the corners of his wrinkled mouth curved in a scary way.

"I'm celebrating my birthday next month, so please honor me."