Mrs. President Qin needs a chance

Qin Shi's handsome face was full of chills.

The voice replied coldly: "I've used it, and you still don't see needle eyes?"

Xia Ye didn't say a word, when the next needle was given, the silver needle pierced into Qin Shi's thigh fiercely, causing him to gasp.

She did it on purpose!

Qin Shi knew it in his heart, but he had nothing to do with her.

For the next few needles, Xia Ye intentionally pricked them very painfully, and only took back the silver needle when she was almost out of breath.

"Lie here tonight, and tomorrow morning you can walk normally."

Hearing Xia Ye's words, Qin Shi asked, "Is your leg okay?"

"Don't be too happy, I just suppressed the virus temporarily, your legs can only walk normally, but you can't use your strength."

Qin Shi had planned for the worst, and Xia Ye's words gave him hope again.

Putting the blanket on the bed over Qin Shi's waist, Xia Ye turned to look at him: "Remember what I said, you can't use your legs hard."

Qin Shi responded.

Putting away her things, Xia Ye quickly left Qin Shi's room.

When she went downstairs, Xiaobao hadn't left yet.

He was sitting on the sofa in the living room, and seeing Xia Ye coming downstairs, his eyes lit up: "Mum, are you okay?"

"Well, Mommy has taken care of it."

Holding Xiaobao's hand, Xia Ye smiled at Chu Yan: "I'm sorry for your trouble, Chu Yan."

"Miss Xia is polite, how is the president?"

"Well, don't let him move tonight, he will be able to walk normally tomorrow morning."

"Miss Xia, please tell me about the president's legs, so I can make arrangements."

After all, Chu Yan was still very cautious when it came to Qin Shi's legs.

Thinking that it wouldn't take long, Xia Ye explained the precautions to Chu Yan.

It was almost twelve o'clock when she got home.

After coaxing Xiaobao to sleep, Xia Ye returned to her room.

A voice popped up from the computer, Xia Ye pondered for a while, then clicked to answer.

The person on the other end of the voice shouted happily: "Ye Shen, you finally answered my voice."

"What's the matter?" Xia Ye asked as she reached out to wipe her wet hair.

"Are you participating in this year's competition?"

There was a little pleading in the man's voice: "In the past two years, you suddenly stopped fighting. You don't know how many people are waiting for you to come back into the ring."

"I used to fight to become stronger, but now I don't need it."

Xia Ye's voice was so shallow that she couldn't hear what she meant.

The man sighed, "Then you mean, won't come back?"

"It's not necessarily true. I'm returning to China now. If I feel interested one day, I will still go."

Hearing Xia Ye's words, the man replied: "Okay, if Ye Shen comes back, he must notify me in advance."

"Okay." Xia Ye replied.

Just as he was about to hang up, the man suddenly asked, "Ye Shen, can you tell me what is the strength of your fist now?"

Xia Ye pursed her lips, remembering the test at Situ Li Martial Field before returning to China.

After more than ten seconds, he spit out a number lightly: "1437."

&nb/>"Thank you Ye Shen, because it is the above meaning, if anyone wants to challenge you, we will usually tell them the approximate strength of the fist, so that we can save a lot of trouble."

Xia Ye replied humbly and hung up.

There, the man hung up the voice and looked at the man in black respectfully in front of him.

"Owner."

"Ye Shen refuses to come back." The voice of the man called master was very lazy, but there was a chill in his eyes.

The man lowered his head and whispered, "Ye Shen signed a life-and-death contract at the beginning, but she didn't sign a contract with the alliance. She didn't come here just for money."

A bloodthirsty smile curled up on the lips of the man in black: "It's okay, if she doesn't want to come back, then hide her identity and I'll use it for other purposes."