The Identity of the Real Rich Man Can’t Be Hidden

   Chapter 393 Moved

  The old woman said: "You can only bear it, there is no medicine here." Su Yu put his palm on the back of An Yan's hand and gave her some infuriating energy.

  An Yan instantly felt the back of her hand cool and relieved a lot of pain, and said, "I didn't expect Grandma to have such ability."

   "It's just a little trick, I'll teach you a little, but this method can't be used frequently. After all, pain is not an absolute bad thing. He can remind you if something happened." The old woman said.

  An Yan nodded: "That's right."

   "Give me your other hand and I'll teach you." The old woman motioned An Yan to stretch out her other good hand.

  An Yan stretched out her palm, saw the old woman writing on her palm, and then asked, "Do you understand?"

   "Understood." An Yan smiled.

   "Okay, you go to sleep in my bed tonight, and I'll sit and watch the night here."

   "No, I'm much better now." An Yan motioned for the old woman to go back to the bed to rest, and added, "Tomorrow, it's up to you to resist those turbid air, you must rest well."

  The old woman thought for a while, and then said, "He will be healed by taking the soul herb today, let him sleep on the ground."

   "He can't sleep well."

   "You know again?" The old woman looked disbelieving.

   "He just thinks that the bed is not soft enough. He usually needs to make a few mattresses. The bed outside is too hard." An Yan whispered to the old woman.

The old woman frowned and said, "He's still a man."

  An Yan just smiled but did not speak.

  The old woman stood up slowly, went back into the room, and said to the outside: "Hey, you fan the air, you can't smell the medicine until now, so you're lazy."

   Li Rongsen was startled by the old woman's words, and quickly fanned the wind.

  An Yan got up and went outside. He saw Li Rongsen's fan efforts and said, "Don't use such force, the dust on the ground will be fanned into the pot."

   "I'm sorry." Li Rongsen slowed down the movement of his hand while speaking, and asked her again, "How is the hand injury?"

   "It doesn't hurt anymore." An Yan said, and then sat down beside him.

  Li Rongsen said, "Find an expert to take a look after you go out."

   "I am an expert myself." An Yan replied.

   "I will thank you." Li Rongsen said again.

   "Since that's the case, go inside and pour a glass of water out." An Yan instructed him, taking the broken fan in his hand.

  Li Rongsen didn't refuse, he got up and went back to the house, while An Yan quickly bit one of his fingers, dripped blood into the pot, and then looked at the medicine as if nothing had happened.

   And at this time, the scent of medicine wafted out of the medicine pot.

   All of this was really seen by Li Rongsen. He didn't go to get the water right away, but stood by the door and stared at An Yan. He was full of emotion for a while, and he didn't know what it was like.

   At this moment, he went back and poured a glass of water, handed it to An Yan, and said, "Drink it."

   "Thank you, I'm not thirsty anymore, you can drink it yourself." An Yan didn't take the water glass, just dropped the fan and got up and went back to the house.

  Li Rongsen just sat down as usual, picked up the fan and shook it gently.

  An Yan went back to the room and bandaged her fingers, and then said to Li Rongsen outside, "It's almost time to pour out the medicine, you need to drink it all."

Naturally, Li Rongsen didn't dare to waste a little bit. He knew that An Yan got the medicine with all his life. Besides, he needed to recover and leave here. He drank all the leftovers. When he went back to the house, he found that An Yan was lying fell asleep on the table.

   He walked over and called her softly, "An Yan?"

  An Yan didn't answer him, she didn't defend this place, so she slept very deeply.

   And when the old woman came out of the back room, she said, "You take her to the couch to sleep, she must be exhausted."

   "Yes." Li Rongsen responded, but paused for a while, and said sorry to Yan Qingqiu in his heart, he had to hug her and ensured that he didn't have any other intentions in his heart.

But the old woman frowned and said, "What are you doing? Could it be that you can't carry her to the couch yet? In my opinion, it's not a bad idea for you to sell yourself to her."

   Li Rongsen didn't explain. After he made a declaration in his heart, he lightly picked An Yan up and put him on the bed.

   And the old woman went back to the back room and put down the curtain of the partition.

  Li Rongsen felt that this woman was so slender, she didn't seem to have any weight at all. He carefully placed her on the bed, but when he was about to get up, he found that her arm was wrapped around his arm, and he didn't dare to move for a while.

  An Yan slept peacefully on his side, and she could clearly see every trace of her face, which made Li Rongsen feel a strange feeling. He seemed to finally understand what Yan Qingqiu had been saying:

  An Yan is a beautiful woman who cannot be refuted. No one is as good-looking as her.

  Li Rongsen has never looked at An Yan carefully, nor has he had a chance to look at her facial features. Today's perspective is unmistakable.

   He has always had a good impression of strong and brave women, or he never mind that there are women who can be stronger than him. She is calm, calm, not afraid of hardship or pain, and he has never seen her frown.

   Even, she doesn't care about life and death.

   But she is not insensitive, but vivid, dexterous, and full of vitality.

   "Yan Qingqiu" An Yan called out in a dream.

   Li Rongsen was pulled back to his senses by the name, and he was about to step back, but found that An Yan hadn't let go, and quickly turned his eyes to other places. He just stared at the woman of his good friend for too long, which was really inappropriate.

   His eyes fell on the back of An Yan's hand. The wound was so scary that it almost took up the entire back of her small hand. He wanted to contact her with the best plastic surgeon without leaving scars.

  Sometimes, the feeling of powerlessness is the most unacceptable.

   Li Rongsen has such a sense of powerlessness at this moment. He is not used to a woman hurting himself, especially the woman of a good friend, which is really embarrassing.

   Yan Qingqiu on the other end also felt the same sense of powerlessness and frustration.

   He can't be an enemy of Lingxian at this moment, and he still has to rely on Lingxian to help him find Li Rongsen, so he reconciled with her temporarily, and now he is waiting for news from her.

   Lingxian also found it strange, she didn't know where Li Rongsen could go, and ordered the servants to search for a few laps to no avail.

   She went to the yard where Qingqiu lived and asked him, "Is Li Rongsen still back?"

   "You are really strange, you came to ask me this question?" Yan Qingqiu sneered.

   "No one has seen him, not to mention I asked them to find him. He is not found anywhere. Maybe he has left."

   "Nonsense, I'm still here, he can't leave, maybe he was kidnapped by someone with bad intentions." Yan Qingqiu said, he still suspected that Lingxian was calling a thief to catch a thief and acting with him.

   "Impossible, no one dares to hit him, unless he has the heart to hide." Lingxian's tone was very determined.

   "Think about it, there is no place I haven't looked for." Yan Qingqiu asked her.

   "No more." Lingxian replied.

   "Really?" Yan Qingqiu didn't believe this, he suddenly said, "Is there no forbidden place here?"

   "Everywhere I am here is generous, where is the forbidden place?" Lingxian asked him back.

  Yan Qingqiu immediately said, "Then why can't I find An Yan?" Then he asked, "Probably you were hiding somewhere, or Li Rongsen happened to break in and met An Yan."

   These words are Yu Lingxian.

   Sure enough, Lingxian's face changed. This was what she was most afraid of happening, but it was impossible to think about it.

   (end of this chapter)