After being arranged by Chu Yunyao, Mo Lingyuan was not angry, but his face softened. He put down the copybook in his hand, walked to the edge of the bed and sat down. Petting: "Children's temper, I will teach you when your anger subsides.
After a while, I will have someone send you to a women's school, you can choose a major you like, and you can learn talents like piano painting or languages..."
The corners of Chu Yunyao's lips twitched, "..."
She pulled the quilt over her head, "Let's talk about it later."
"Don't get bored." Mo Lingyuan freed her head from the quilt, took out a crystal gourd from her bosom and stuffed it into her palm: "Don't be angry, I'll give you a little thing."
Chu Yunyao opened her palm to look, and saw a green crystal gourd, which was very valuable in terms of color and material.
If it were auctioned in an auction house in the 22nd century, it would be worth several hundred million at least.
Seeing his sincerity, Chu Yunyao smiled: "Don't get angry, don't get angry, it's getting late, you should go to rest."
Seeing that she was holding the gourd, Mo Lingyuan couldn't put it down, he just treated her like a child, and gave a few more instructions, left the Moon-watching Pavilion, and went all the way back to the Chuxing Tower, without even seeing Zeng Jiali's face.
"The seven-day course of treatment has passed, have you recovered yet?" Chu Yunyao followed Zhang Bo to the backyard.
"Healed up, recovered." Zhang Bo repeatedly praised: "The medicine will cure the disease."
Wen Tingyun heard the voice, rolled the wheelchair out of the room.
The light of the morning sun shone on his handsome facial features, as if coated with a layer of soft light, making his features more clear and handsome.
Compared with the lifeless twilight of that day, the whole person seemed to have passed through life and death and came back to life, exuding a wave of vitality.
"Miss Chu, Wen has finally waited for you." Wen Tingyun is as gentle as jade, as his name suggests.
"Since I said I want to heal your leg, of course I will come here." Chu Yunyao looked around the backyard, "What's more, this shop is exactly what I want, and I must buy it."
Chu Yunyao squatted in front of Wen Tingyun, and ordered Zhang Bo to lay his legs flat, opened his long shirt, and took off his trousers.
He took out golden needles from his bosom, lined them up, and inserted them into his acupuncture points one by one.
Cold sweat dripped down Wen Tingyun's forehead like water, he gritted his teeth and remained silent.
Chu Yunyao moved his fingers up and down, diverting his attention: "You and Uncle Zhang are not really father-son, am I right?"
"Yes." Wen Tingyun firmly grasped the armrest of the wheelchair with his fingers: "It's a long story, but Miss Chu is the daughter of the Chu family Chu Qingze?"
Chu Yunyao was noncommittal, and continued to ask: "Who are you from the Wen family? Didn't the Wen family leave Jincheng after going bankrupt? Why are you still here? The acupuncture point hurts a bit, so bear with it for a while."
"Do you know this thing?" Wen Tingyun took out a cylindrical jade from his arms.
"I don't know." Chu Yunyao shook her head, there seemed to be some impression in her mind, but she couldn't remember it for a while.
"This is the dowry of the first daughter of the Wen family." Wen Tingyun twisted the jade.
The middle part of the tightly occluded jade was opened, and it was a beautifully carved seal.