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"Song Xuan, did you go to Guangyuan to treat the disease quietly instead of holding any academic exchange meeting?"
Congying Lin Qingmei immediately guessed this.
"Well."
Song Xuan nodded with guilt, "I'm afraid you're worried, so I didn't tell you. It's better now. You can rest assured."
Lin Qingmei looked at his deep eyes with heartache and touched his thin face. "We are husband and wife, and we should share weal and woe. How lonely you should be when you bear such great pain and fear alone. Song Xuan, I am not a weak woman. I can face everything bravely. If anything happens in the future, please don't hide me. I will face it with you
"I'm sorry..."
Song Xuan hugged Lin Qingmei into his arms and held it tightly. A tear fell from the corner of his eye.
When she married Lin Qingmei at first, she just thought that this woman was very nice, virtuous and quiet, and wanted to use the cover of marriage to eliminate Yang Zimei's discomfort with him.
After marriage, he gradually found that the woman and his heart fit, the characteristics of her body is like the song porcelain, ancient elegant and fragrant.
He also more and more like her, until she was pregnant with his child, he completely eliminated the last trace of obsession with Yang Zimei, and really fell in love with his wife.
Yang Zimei saw their husband and wife's deep love, and was also very moved.
In the last life, their husband and wife in this Brunei street, is a model of loving couples, people envy.
In this life, he inadvertently plundered into song Xuan's life, which delayed their love affair for ten years.
But what should have happened, in the end, still happened.
She was happy, too.
She walked out of the store and met a middle-aged woman with a crying child about five years old. She rushed in and asked the clerk, "I heard that there is a very powerful geomantic physiognomy in your shop. She can help people eliminate disasters. Could you please ask her out and let her look at my child for me."
The shop assistant looked at Yang Zimei with some embarrassment.
Yang Zimei once said that she would no longer accept any appointment to see feng shui physiognomy.
Yang Zimei saw that the child's skin was bluish purple, and his lips were purple and white, as if he had been bitten by something.
Moreover, in his printing hall, there is a thick black air, which is obviously Yin evil spirit.
"It's me you're looking for. Give me the baby."
Yang Zimei walked past.
See her so young, aunt slightly Leng Leng, looked at the clerk.
The clerk nodded. "This is the master you are looking for. You are lucky to meet her."
On hearing this, she knelt down in front of Yang Zimei, "master, please save my pillar. I will serve you in my next life."
Yang Zimei took the child from her arms, stretched out his hand to press on several of his main acupoints, and then put his finger on his impression hall to draw out the Yin evil Qi accumulated in the forehead.
The blue and purple color of the child gradually disappeared. Although his face was still a little pale, he looked much healthier. Moreover, he did not cry. In Yang Zimei's arms, he said weakly to the aunt: "grandma, I'm hungry!"
The aunt was so happy that she ran out and bought some bread for the children.
The child, who has been so dead and unwilling to eat, actually ate with relish.
"Immortal, what a living immortal!"
The aunt took Yang Zimei's hand, tears DC, "the doctor let me give up treatment, did not expect to be touched by you, you are really a living immortal."
Yang Zimei smiles bitterly.
In the eyes of outsiders, it seems that she just touched the child. In fact, it includes deep massage of acupoints and consumption of internal power to absorb Yin evil Qi.
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