The man in front of him was wearing the simplest white shirt and black trousers, pinned to the waist, showing off his lean waist. The shirt was buttoned to the second button, revealing the man's delicate collarbone.
At this moment, as he covered his lips and coughed up blood, his clothes were loose, and from Wen Li's perspective, his faintly floating abdominal muscles could be seen.
He looks thin, but he has the advantage of not being able to hold up his height. In addition, he must have paid attention to exercise over the years. It is amazing that a patient can have such a physique.
After Fu Yuxiu finished coughing, he squeezed the white handkerchief tightly, but it was taken away by the people around him.
"I need to take the blood sample you vomited back. If we don't do the appropriate tests, there's no way to determine what kind of poison it is."
"Lian Kou." He spat out these two words.
A very overbearing toxin. It is said that the recipe has been passed down since ancient times. Wen Li has also been exposed to it several times.
Wen Li raised his eyebrows and put the handkerchief into the small bag he carried with him, "I only believe in my own experimental conclusions."
"Very serious." Fu Yuxiu looked at her with deep eyes.
"From now on, you will pick me up once a week. I won't give you any medicine until I figure out the toxins in your body."
Fei Ran, who had just walked to the door, heard clearly the conversation between the two, so did the young master want Miss Mu to treat him
But this Mu Wenli is only twenty years old. Is it possible that he can be more powerful than those old doctors with decades of experience
From the moment Mu Wenli stepped into the Nan family, Feiran had arranged for people to mobilize all the information.
The youngest daughter of the Mu family who had just been found was lost at the age of five. She grew up in Wutong Town. She dropped out of school at the age of fifteen and went south. She had already contacted the Mu family the day after she returned to Wutong Town.
Among all the information displayed, Feiran still saw some problems. The information was very detailed and included all the experiences Mu Wenli had when he got lost at the age of five and arrived in Wutong Town.
Excessive refinement is the biggest problem.
"Master." Feiran called as he walked in and stood beside the two of them.
He obviously had something to say. Wen Li raised his eyes and looked at the sky outside. It was the afternoon when he came here.
It was almost dark now.
"It's time for dinner," he reminded.
Because I spent a little time in Nan Pei's studio, and the twists and turns in Nan's yard were really tiring.
Wen Li was really hungry now.
"Let's have dinner here before leaving." Fu Yuxiu raised his hand.
Fei Ran understood, walked out the door and started arranging for people to deliver food.
After a while, a chef wearing white clothes walked in and came to the two of them respectfully.
"Just tell him what you want to eat."
Wen Li unceremoniously announced the names of several dishes, "Braised lion's head, cold baby vegetables..."
After traveling to so many countries, Wen Li still likes the food of Country A the most. It has a wide variety of colors, flavors, and flavors.
The chef jotted it down thoughtfully and walked out of the room.
"It's quite edible, little girl." Fu Yuxiu said, not sure if he was laughing at her.
"Things that can be eaten are better than those that cannot be eaten." She replied without raising her head.
Fu Yuxiu raised his eyebrows, this girl was really unforgiving at all.
Nan Sheng stayed in the pavilion at the door, waiting for the people inside to come out. More than half an hour passed, but there was no sign of the door opening.
I originally thought that since the boss had found a girl he liked for the first time, he would not go in and disturb her.
But I counted the time and looked at the sky. If I didn't go out, I would think it was time for the Mu family to come over and ask for someone.
He slowly refilled the teacup with tea, and the assistant on the side took a distant look.
"Mr. Nan, Miss Mu Da is here."
And he came here alone. Nan Sheng put down his cup and looked at Mu Nuanxi who was walking from a distance. He narrowed his eyes. Except for a few specific people in the entire Nan family, this area was prohibited from entering or exiting.
She ran here all of a sudden, she is really capable.
"Go over and urge me."
After saying this, he stood up and walked over.
The assistant glanced at the towering gate, swallowed, took a deep breath, and then dared to pick up his feet and move forward.
Besides Nan Sheng, whoever would dare to knock on this door would not be looking for death.
While waiting for the meal, Wen Li seemed a little bored. After letting Feiran get the dregs of the medicine that Fu Yuxiu drank, she squatted on the ground to examine it in a decent manner.
A countertop was made on the left hand side of the entrance to the house, and a mahogany desk was placed on it. There were all kinds of pens, inks, papers and inkstones on the table.
The man was slowly standing behind the table and starting to write.
The scent of ink reached Wen Li's nose along with the draft when the two doors opened. She raised her eyes and saw the man who was writing with his head down.
Wen Li thought of a word in his mind, the scenery is bright and the moon is shining, and the orchids and jade trees are beautiful.
If that face wasn't a little more enchanting, he could indeed be called Bai Yueguang and Qian Qianjun.
"Can you write?" He suddenly raised his head and asked.
Wen Li walked over and saw a poem on the rice paper. She shook her head.
She has indeed never dabbled in calligraphy.
"Come here and I'll teach you."
Wen Li stood with his chest crossed and glanced sideways at the man, "Why should I learn?"
Ever since she met Nan Qiao, she felt that this man's attitude towards her was a little extra warm. Did he treat all girls like this
"Cultivation of one's moral character and one's character, settling one's mind."
Things that have been passed down for thousands of years can really calm people down once they are written down. This is why so many businessmen have a preference for these things.
The more upset I am, the more I write.
"Little girl, where did you learn this skill?" The tip of Lang Feo's pen was stained with ink and then landed on the rice paper.
Hearing his name, Wen Li had the feeling that the person standing in front of him was an old man with a white beard.
That night at the hot spring club, she saw with her own eyes what kind of violence this person could burst out, but now he was so kind and gentle.
It is indeed rare for a man to be able to combine these two temperaments so well at the same time.
"There are thousands of different people in the world, and everyone has their own way of life. You can't trace the roots of everyone."
Fu Yuxiu looked up at her, his eyes moving slightly, "How can a good girl act so old-fashioned?"
"It's just a small witch seeing a big witch." Wen Li looked at the writing on his desk.
On his face, he looked like a noble gentleman, but the handwriting on the rice paper was domineering and unbridled.
You can never hide your unruly heart.
"We will be together for a long time in the future. Are you sure you want to talk to me like this?" Fu Yuxiu asked.
Wen Li didn't speak, but stared at the sentences he wrote on the paper carefully.
When the atmosphere between the two was quiet, Fei Ran entered the room, walked up to the man and said something in his ear.
The man behind the table came out and put the brush into Wen Li's hand.
"Play by yourself, I'll go out for a while..."
(End of chapter)