Seeing her silent, Lu Cong said slowly: "I will ask Hongmei to help you terminate the contract with the original company, and then let Zixing sign a treaty with you. You can choose Zixing's film and television resources, and I will let Hongmei take you in person."

Ye Qingtian: "..."

Zixing's resources will follow her?

Hongmei took her personally?

Is this the rhythm of getting her to take off in the entertainment industry?

Mr. Lu has even won her career?

He is worthy of being the richest man, and he is generous when he takes action.

"Okay!" Ye Qingtian's eyes lit up, "That's all!"

After the conditions were agreed, she was ready to start treatment.

The next second, she stood up from her seat, walked to Lu Cong, bent down and approached Lu Cong's head, and began to inhale.

Lu Cong: "?"

Ye Qingtian blinked at him innocently: "Mr. Lu uses tea-flavored shampoo, right? It smells very good."

Lu Cong: "..."

A trace of helplessness flashed in his eyes, and he signaled Ye Qingtian to sit opposite him.

Now it was Ye Qingtian's turn to wonder: "What's wrong? I'm treating you."

Lu Cong frowned slightly.

She didn't take any tools, she just stood beside him and smelled his hair, and she didn't look like she was treating her illness no matter how she looked.

"Can Master Ye tell me about my illness in detail?" Seeing that Ye Qingtian was still standing beside him, his voice was slightly heavy.

Ye Qingtian sighed: "Some secrets cannot be revealed. Even if they can be revealed, you may not accept them as the person involved."

Lu Cong picked up the teacup on the table: "But it's okay."

Ye Qingtian had no choice but to sit back and clear his throat: "...you asked me to say it."

If you get hit, don't blame her.

Lu Cong looked at her eyebrows and eyes that were entangled together and nodded softly.

Ye Qingtian shrugged and said, "You have an indescribable purple aura on you. You are born as a prince, prince, general, and minister. Unfortunately, a black aura has been injected into your life palace, which is the life of Tiansha Guxing."

Lu Cong looked calm and gently stroked his fingertips to the edge of the teacup: "Continue."

Ye Qingtian: "...In the first twenty-five years, the purple aura on your body prevailed, so your life was smooth, and your parents and relatives were in harmony. Things happened when you were twenty-five years old. That year, the black aura on your body began to swallow purple aura, so your parents and relatives died one after another, and in the end you were the only one in the world."

Lu Cong fell silent.

He is twenty-eight years old this year, and his grandparents and parents passed away three years ago.

All the changes did happen when they were twenty-five years old.

"Continue." He said quietly.

Ye Qingtian swept his life palace: "It's actually very simple to cure your disease. Just absorb the black gas completely."

Lu Cong looked up at her: "It's that simple?"

“It’s that simple.”

Lu Cong's eyes became heavy.

Then why are the host of Longquan Temple and the Taoist priest of Tengyun Temple helpless?

Ye Qingtian seemed to see his doubts and explained: "Your black air is not caused by ghosts and ghosts, but is transformed by the turbid air of heaven and earth. Ordinary Taoists and mages really have no choice but to do anything to you."

Lu Cong looked at her deeply: "How can Miss Ye have a solution?"

Because I can eat your black gas!

Ye Qingtian almost blurted out.

But she knew that this kind of thing could not be exposed, so she said tactfully: "I can transfer your black air to me." She swallowed it in one mouthful.

In fact, she loved the purple aura on Lu Cong's body more.

When she just absorbed the black gas, she also ate a bite of purple gas. It tasted like her favorite white tree sap, fragrant and delicious.

It would be great if I could take another bite.

She smacked her lips and felt endlessly aftertaste.

Lu Cong: "..."

Why did she look at him...it seemed to be looking at a delicious dish?

"Are you absorbing my black gas just now?" Lu Cong was so smart that he understood after thinking about it for a moment.

She bent down and approached him, not smelling his hair, but was treating him.

Ye Qingtian nodded: "But the black air on your body is transformed by the turbid air of all things in the world. As long as there is turbid air in the world, the black air on your body cannot be completely purified, so I cannot absorb your black air at once."

Speaking of this, she frowned, "Look, money is not easy to make. If you give me 100 million, I will have to follow you for the rest of my life and treat you."

She took out her mobile phone calculator and calculated, "Suppose you live to one hundred years old, and you still have a total of 72 years of life. If you spend 100 million or more, you only need 1.38 million per year. How cost-effective you think!"

Lu Cong: "..."
Chapter completed!