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I was shocked.

To be able to hold the young master of the Han family's life in her own hands, this woman is so capable!

"The woman told me that if Junhao doesn't agree to marry her within a week, Junhao will die from lovesickness and excessive worry. No medicine can cure it."

I blurted out: "Did she do something to Master Han?"

"Yes, I've asked famous doctors to come and see him. They can't find anything wrong with Junhao, but Junhao's health is indeed getting worse day by day."

"Half of the seven days have passed. I know that the method used by the woman is absolutely unconventional and must be some vicious and evil magic. That's why I'm so anxious to invite Master Li here."

Han Wenshan took out a thick brown paper bag.

"I know Master Li's rule is to collect the deposit first, so I've already prepared it in advance."

"Mr. Han, don't worry, I'll see Mr. Han first and then I'll talk." I waved my hand and walked to the bed, silently reciting the mantra of observing qi with the heavenly eye in my heart.

Eyes of Heaven, open!

A black air wrapped around Han Junhao's neck, as if being strangled by a snake. He couldn't breathe smoothly and the Yang energy couldn't enter his body. Of course, his body was getting worse, but the black air had a source. It seemed to come from somewhere on his body. from.

I opened the quilt and found that the black air came from his chest, and immediately unbuttoned his pajamas.

On the pale skin, where the heart corresponds, a strange-looking tattoo suddenly caught my eye.

The pattern of the tattoo is a woman's voluptuous face, with scarlet lips slightly open.

The black gas came out of the woman's mouth. At first glance, it seemed like a long black snake came out of the woman's mouth and wrapped around Han Junhao's neck.

"This incompetent boy actually tattooed that woman's face on his body!" Han Wenshan was filled with anger. He looked at my expression and asked anxiously: "Master Li, is there something wrong with this tattoo?"

"Yes, Mr. Han's problem lies in the tattoo, but I have never seen such evil magic." I frowned slightly. Although the divine eye can see the problem at a glance, it does not provide a solution. .

"You can't even do anything about Master Li? Is he really going to die here?" Han Wenshan's face sank.

"Mr. Han, don't be discouraged yet. Although I don't know what kind of magic this is, it doesn't mean that no one knows. I'll go back and ask Mr. Wang."

"Yes, there is Mr. Wang here!" Han Wenshan nodded vigorously, "Actually, I also went to find Mr. Wang, but he was elusive and I didn't see anyone. But it will definitely be different if you go, Master Li."

"Mr. Han, time is limited, I will leave now."

"Thank you for your hard work, Master Li! Also, please keep this family scandal a secret." Han Wenshan sent me downstairs, worried.

"I have been suppressing this matter and have not spread it to the outside world. I dare not let the old man know, otherwise I don't know how it will be spread by people with ulterior motives."

"Mr. Han, don't worry, keeping customer confidentiality is our basic requirement."

Han Wenshan arranged for the driver to take me back to the village in the city. After I got off the car, I went straight to the place where Wang Laizi often set up a stall to look for it, but I came up empty-handed.

This old guy is always like this. When he is needed, he is always missing and no one knows where he went.

Could it be that Han Junhao was destined to suffer this fate?

I was rubbing my chin to think of a solution when the phone rang again.

An unknown number that once sent me a message.

Looking at the flickering screen, I thought of a way.

"Hey, Miss Zhan, how long have we been separated, and you miss me so soon?"

"Bah! Shameless, I miss you big-headed ghost!" Zhan Lan immediately cursed, "My sister Zhujun is awake and wants to see you."

"Okay, I'll come to the hospital right away."

After hanging up the phone, I hailed a car and rushed to the hospital.

In the quiet ward.

The pale-faced Song Zhujun was sitting on the hospital bed with his back against the pillow, covered with a thick quilt and a shawl on his shoulders, with an intravenous drip still on his hand.

Although his face still didn't look very good, at least he woke up from his coma.

Zhan Lan sat beside the hospital bed, holding a paper cup with a straw in his hand. He fed Song Zhujun a sip of hot water from time to time, taking good care of him.

"Mr. Li, I heard from Xiaolan that you and she sent me to the hospital together. I really don't know how to thank you." Song Zhujun's voice was weak.

I sat aside and said with a smile: "You're welcome, Ms. Song, it's just a little effort."

"I didn't expect that by such a coincidence, you would meet Xiaolan. Maybe it's fate." Song Zhujun smiled weakly.

"Sister Zhujun, what are you talking about? Who is destined to be with him?" Zhan Lan snorted.

Song Zhujun looked at me and then at Zhan Lan without refuting.

"Xiao Lan, I have no taste in my mouth. Can you buy me some oranges?"

"Okay, I'll go right away!" Zhan Lan put down the paper cup, "Li Yunfeng, I'll go back as soon as I can. Please help me keep an eye on him."

She was not polite, picked up her bag and went out in a hurry.

The ward door closed again.

"Ms. Song, she has gone out. If you have anything to say, you can tell me." I could see that Song Zhujun deliberately pushed Zhan Lan away.

"My cousin is good at everything. She has a kind and cheerful personality, but she is too impatient. I'm afraid that if she hears what she says next, she won't know what trouble she will cause."

Song Zhujun leaned his head against the wall and took a break every time he spoke.

"You want to tell me about Yunhui Yayuan?"

"I'm sorry, I didn't listen to your advice and move out." Song Zhujun apologized, "It's not that I don't believe what you said, but I always had some expectations for that person."

"After all these years of being a couple, I thought he would have some affection after all. Who knows..."

Song Zhujun shook his head, his eyes filled with sadness.

"Ms. Song, can I take the liberty to ask, what is your relationship with the Han family?"

Originally I thought Han Wenshan was her ex-husband, but Han Wenshan told me today that his wife passed away very early and never remarried. Obviously I was wrong.

Han Wenshan's car is not something that just any cat or dog can sit in. Song Zhujun can sit with him. The relationship between the two must be quite deep.

"How did you tell?" Song Zhujun was stunned for a moment and looked at me in great surprise, "My ex-husband ranks third in the Han family, Han Zhenhai."

really.

However, I still didn’t expect that her ex-husband was Han Wenshan’s younger brother.

"I found it accidentally, Ms. Song, please don't mind."

"It's nothing to mind. Last time you told me about the dangers in the community, I went to look for him, but he didn't see me at all. He only asked the second brother to send me away."

A sad, bitter smile appeared on Song Zhujun's pale face.

"My second brother is a good person. He saw that something was wrong with me and kept asking me if I needed help. But what I need is not other people's pity. I have seen the true face of that person. I don't have any children with him. Besides, I don't have any mean."

I see.

It seems that I misunderstood Han Wenshan before.