Mad Son-in-law

For the Liu family, Wang Jie has already deployed and is waiting to close the net.

Now, what he wants to solve is another heart disease.

Back in the shop, he went to Aunt Xiao first.

Hao Meng was still the same. Seeing Wang Jie and Zhang Dabiao, her eyes widened vigilantly, and she hid in the corner without saying a word. However, when he handed over a picture album, Hao Meng calmed down and turned over the picture album seriously...

At this time, Rob was also there, and just finished the medicine, Aunt Xiao said something badly, and then persuaded Hao Meng to take the medicine.

The old man called Wang Jie aside and said in a low voice: "Boy, my level is just like that. I have soup, needles, and fire all together. I have thought of everything I can think of."

Wang Jie's heart was cold. In his own impression, Rob's medical skills were superb, and no one was better than him. If the old man admits it, isn't Hao Meng hopeless? She is still a girl, is she going to be crazy all her life?

"Old Luotou, I thought you were a genius doctor, but that's nothing more than that!" Wang Jie said bitterly.

In fact, he just wanted to give the old man a bit of excitement and let him think about it again.

How can the old Luo not know Wang Jie's intentions? The old man grinned: "Little boy, don't come with me, do I say I can't cure it?"

"Then what did you just say?" Wang Jie asked in confusion.

Old Luo whispered in his ears: "Do you still doubt the old man's medical skills? What kind of illness did this girl originally have?"

"Sickness, visceral irritability, this is not your diagnosis!" Wang Jie blurted out.

"That's right!" Old Luo said: "The characteristics of visceral dysfunction are imbalance of the five internal organs, insufficient heart yin, and intense liver fire. Therefore, the characteristic of pulse is that the pulse is long and stringent, the clear air cannot rise, and the turbid air cannot fall. , The turbid gas upside down causes dry mouth."

"Yeah, it's up to you!" Wang Jie said in a hurry: "Old man, don't drop your book bag. I know you are good, okay? Tell me the conclusion quickly!"

Old Luo turned Wang Jie's head white and said, "What anxious! I mean, this girl's pulse condition has returned to normal. Although there are occasional pulse strings, it is caused by fright, but it is no longer irritable... …"

"Huh?" Wang Jie couldn't help frowning. After experiencing the words of Old Luo for a while, he suddenly blurted out: "What you mean is... Hao Meng is not crazy anymore?"

Old Luo looked back cautiously, and said in a low voice: "Yes! Now think about it, this girl's filthy mania was not so strong at the beginning, so her madness is a pseudo-epilepsy, which is similar to a This kind of psychological suggestion. She desires to be crazy in her heart, but it is not that serious in reality..."

Wang Jie understood what Lao Luotou meant. He meant that after this period of treatment, Hao Meng had recovered from the pulse condition. Wang Jie thought about this point carefully. Judging from Hao Meng's complexion, skin tone and tongue coating, it has indeed improved a lot. But why would she pretend to be crazy when she is sober?

Unwilling to face reality? Unwilling to face yourself? Not willing to face Wang Jie?

Yes, this is a process of self-evasion!

"Smelly boy, come!" Lao Luotou blinked at Wang Jie, and pulled him to the second floor of the aunt's wing, and he squinted from the algae in the main room to the desk through the window. I saw Hao Meng in the main room, who was still looking at the picture album with a dull gaze just now, put down the picture album in his hand, stood up, carefully looked outside the door, and sat at the table alone and started to daze...

It is obvious from his expression that the daze at this time is no longer that kind of madness, but a kind of at a loss.

"Really pretending!" Wang Jie murmured.

Old Luo said: "What is she afraid of? What is she afraid to face? Your kid must be clear, so the old man can only save people here, and the rest of the heart-saving thing is yours!"

If Hao Meng didn't dare to face anything, it was undoubtedly his father's death and his own crazy revenge against his mother. This can only be done slowly, the knot is not so easy to open. But if you want to say what you are afraid of, it must be the gang who chased you...

If you want to know who that group is, you have to know who the opponent of that group is!

Wang Jie thought for a while, and got a call on the way back!

"Hello, hello!" There was a clear female voice over the phone!

"Hey, hello, Miss Smurf!" Wang Jie said smoothly.

The other party paused for a few seconds, then suddenly smiled faintly: "It turned out to be Mr. Wang, how come you have my phone?"

"Hey, I'm sorry!" Wang Jie grinned and said, "That night, when teaching you to learn to bike, Wei Wei used a little trick to show his ugliness..."

Lan Shan smiled and said, "Mr. Wang is really honest. I am embarrassed to talk outside with such a small trick that I can't use! How about, what do you do to get my phone number after all the trouble? It won't be because you have an admiration for me. Yeah! Sorry, I have been designated by my family for my future partner since I was born, haha!"

"Hey, where did I want to go!" Wang Jie heard that Lan Shan was teasing herself, and said cheeky: "I just want to treat you to a meal. Thank you for your generous help that day. Of course, if there is a chance. Loosen the soil, dig the corner, it's best, but after all, in front of beautiful women, anyone will reduce their immunity!"

Lan Shan didn't seem to hate Wang Jie's slick tone, and smiled: "Okay, where is it? I don't necessarily make the appointment."

At eight o'clock in the evening, a man and a woman came to the food stall outside the front door.

The woman frowned and smiled: "Mr. Wang is here to invite me to dinner?"

Wang Jie smiled and said, "Why, don't you look at the food stall?"

"It's not that I don't look down on the food stalls, but that Mr. Wang's emotional intelligence is open to question. If you invite a girl to dinner, at least shouldn't you find a place where you can whisper?" Lan Shan said seriously.

Wang Jie said: "Really? Li Bai once said in a poem: I'm free to make appointments with ring gears, and talk about it. Fatty laughs frequently, and poetry will come two or two again? According to my research, this is Li Bai's private appointment with Yang Yuhuan. For the poems that I met at the food stall, isn't that fat son Yang Yuhuan’s name? Even Shixian and the imperial concubine eat food stalls, so they don’t drop the price!”

Lan Shan looked at this ridiculous boy and smiled silently. In fact, he was much better than he thought. The key to savage growth is fun.

The two of them had just sat down, and suddenly a man in Taoist robes walked over and bowed deeply to them. Then the little thief blinked and said, "Girl, I see your forehead is round and flat, with gold hidden in your eyebrows. It seems to be a rich and noble face, so let me show you palmistry. I am the descendant of Yu, the capital of Mai, and I am not open to each other. We are destined, and I would like to give you a glimpse of the secrets of heaven!"

"Pull it down!" Wang Jie smiled to himself, and said with a dark face: "Which liar, come here to fool people!"

"Sir, wait a minute, let me count it?" The Taoist smiled slyly, twisted his fingers and said: "Mr. has firm eyes and has a king style. I count your surname as king. As for this lady, she has a beautiful appearance, such as Xia Shui Qiulan, your surname should be Lan!"

Wang Jie pretended to be surprised: "Ah, it's pretty accurate!"

Lan Shan took a sip of tea indifferently, and said with a smile: "Dao Master, would you like to see the picture?"

The Taoist priest was very proud, and he slapped his chest and said, "That's just a matter of talking, I can also do fortune-telling, scraping, and mogu!"

Lan Shan said: "That's okay, how do you count it for me?"

The Taoist priest glanced at Wang Jie and said with a faint smile: "Okay, okay! Then I will touch your wrist, men look at their heads, women look at their hands..."

Lan Shan was also generous, stretched out her hand and let the Taoist priest check it out!

The Taoist priest hurriedly shook his wrists carefully, frowned, shook his head secretly towards Wang Ji, and smiled: "The girl has thin wrists, hard bones like jade, rich muscles on the front and back, and auspicious clouds behind. People, I don't like the money anymore, the two are at will..." After speaking, he glanced at Wang Jie and walked away.

The two of them had just eaten and were talking when suddenly a child holding a blind stick came over again.

"Big sister, can you help me?" The child sniffed, walked up to Lan Shan, and said shyly.

Liu Shan's mouth raised silently, and smiled: "Okay, little brother, what do you want to eat?"

The little boy shook his head and smiled slightly, "I don't want to eat, I want to... ask my sister if I can take a look at the note written in my hand!"

"Okay!" Lan Shan leaned down, but the little boy looked at the note in his hand and said: "Little brother, there is no word written on this, but a card with a cartoon character Smurf drawn on it. ..."

When Lan Shan spoke, the child sucked his nose vigorously, frowned and shook his head!

Wang Jie couldn't help being a little disappointed. It was hard to say that he really thought about it too much. They weren't alone at all?