"Miss Ling, I don't know you very well. I don't know whether the girl will agree to my request..."

"tell me the story!"

"If you say, I want the Mo family?"

"...Mo Family?"

"I can see that for a girl like the Mo family, the wealth of the Mo family is just a passing glance, and it is very dismissive, but for my Zhou family, it can support too many lives, so I want the Mo family... "

"The Mo family's surname is Mo, I'm an outsider, how can I call the shots?"

"Whether the girl can be the master, I can see it clearly, and I know it in my heart... If it is a vain attempt, I will not speak!"

"...It makes sense!"

Ling Luoyu nodded thoughtfully, and Zhou Yan's heart also lifted.

"Miss Ling... is this a promise?"

"Patriarch Zhou misunderstood again?" Ling Luoyu looked sideways and smiled deeper: "I said what you said makes sense, but I'm really sorry!"

"I don't have the right to call the shots of the Mo family! Not to mention that my current identity is only half of the Mo family. Even if I really are the head of the Mo family, I won't agree to such a thing... Because your Zhou family wants to survive, the Mo family's The people must survive..."

"So, between us, it's... the negotiation is wrong?" Zhou Yan straightened up and turned the wheelchair.

"I can't do things about the Mo family, but I have some ability in your affairs about Patriarch Zhou!"

Zhou Yan's wheelchair paused: "Me? Miss Ling laughed, what can I do?"

Turning his head, his eyes became more ambiguous.

"Could it be the girl who wants to use beauty tricks on me... she wants to be respectful?"

"Beauty tricks are the most useless tactics, I disdain to use them!"

With eyes drooping, Ling Luoyu aimed at the wheelchair.

"Patriarch Zhou's wheelchair is some years old, right? It can be seen that the craftsmanship of a skilled craftsman hides hidden organs..."

Zhou Yan frowned slightly: "Miss Ling wants to send me a wheelchair, right?"

"That's the specialty of Dingmiao, I can't...what I can do is wheelchair stuff!"

Lifting his fingertips lightly, Ling Luoyu tapped his leg far away.

"To be precise, those legs!"

Except for Fengchenglin, everyone including Dingmiao took a breath.

Cheng Xue suspected that she had heard it wrong: "You...what did you say?"

She glanced at Zhou Yan, Zhou Yan's face was pale and seemed to be frightened.

"Miss Ling...you said, you...can you heal my master's...leg?"

Ling Luoyu was noncommittal: "I can try..."

The sentence "Try" made Zhou Yan's breath sink.

Thinking of something, he suddenly smiled.

"Try... Over the years, I don't know how many I have tried with these two legs."

Try? !

No one knows how much he suffered, how many sins he suffered, and how much hope he placed for these two words.

But, the result! ?

He is still sitting here, walking in a wheelchair.

Seeing his loss, Ling Luoyu bit his fingertips lightly and did not rush: "There is no absolute in the world. I am not a god. I can get back to life. I dare to pack a ticket to ensure that you can stand up. If Patriarch Zhou finds it troublesome, it's not like trying. Then let's not try... I thought you would pay any price in order to be able to stand up. I didn't expect that I was thinking too much!"

Zhou Yan's fingers on his legs twitched uncontrollably, and he pinched the blanket covering his legs.