The Rebirth of Crazy Ger

    Suddenly there was a shadow in front of him, Wang Jin looked at the man, the man gently held his feet, and put the shoes on him silently.

    The thoughtful service made Wang Jin felt dazed for a moment, as if he was still the rich young master, surrounded by a group of maids, dressing him, feeding him.

    Wang Jin recalled that the maids in his previous life had been selected by their appearance. Yes, even the guests he invited into the mansion were all handsome men.

    And this man...

    Wang Jin lowered his eyes and stretched out his hand to caress the scar on the man's face. Only this scar could accurately remind him at this moment that he was no longer that rich young master.

    Wang Jin curled his lips, suddenly felt that the scar was a bit of an eyesore, and he didn't even let him recall it properly!

    Wang Jin stroked the scar back and forth, his soft fingers fell on his face like thin raindrops in spring, which was extremely comfortable.

    were ger hands so soft?

    The man froze in place as if he was facing an enemy, not daring to move.

    Unconsciously, Wang Jin touched the rough and hard scar, looked at the man's handsome face, and a thought came to his mind.

    If he could be cured, this man must be more handsome than all the guests he invited before.

    He remembered that he was always injured because of frequent bumps, and there was a pharmacist in the mansion who often made medicines for him.

    There was a kind of medicine called "Bisheng Ointment", which the pharmacist specially made for him to remove the scar, and he almost carried it with him everywhere.

    Wang Jin's eyes lit up, as if thinking of something, he said happily: "This scar can be cured, I have Bisheng ointment here."

    The man was taken aback for a moment, never expecting that the first sentence this lunatic said when he came to his home was this sentence.

    Wang Jin slightly pushed the man away, his hands were tied, his left hand was staggered away from his right hand, and he went to search for something under the right hand, but found nothing.

    He looked down and saw that his arms were empty, no longer the long sleeves of the brocade robe.

    Without long sleeves, there will never be "Bisheng Ointment" in the pocket of long sleeves.

    He thought he remembered, but he still forgot...

    He was no longer that rich young master, he had nothing!

    "Pfft..." The face of the ger in front of him changed again. After making a strange movement, he froze in place, and his expression changed from happy to shocked.

    Because of this surprise, the delicate mouth opened slightly, revealing a little bit of white porcelain teeth inside, and the appearance was so cute.

    The man couldn't hold back, and after laughing out loud, he reached out and rubbed his head.

    This ger behaved quite normally since he woke up, but he was a bit picky eater. He thought it was someone else who made a mistake. He was not crazy at all. Now it seemed...

 The man glanced at Wang Jin and shook his head slightly: "It’s really a lunatic."

    "..." Wang Jin's eyes twitched.

    I’m not a lunatic!

    Although he was a lunatic, he had a kind heart...

    The man pressed the scar on his face with his thumb. It had been a long time since it hurt, and who cared about a wound that didn't hurt and didn't threaten his life? Could it be cured? Except this lunatic...

    The man's brows softened a little, maybe it was not bad to live with such a lunatic for the rest of his life.

    "It will hurt a little, bear with it."

    Hearing the man's voice suddenly, Wang Jin looked over, only to find that the man had lifted one of his legs, and an unknown brown liquid was poured on his hand, and after he finished speaking, he put the liquid on his bruised and purple bruises.

    Then, kneaded vigorously.

    Wang Jin groaned in pain, gasped for breath, and struggled on the chair: "What are you doing?"

The man kept moving his hands, and softly comforted him: "If I don't use any force, your blood stasis won't go away."

    " Don’t hurt me if you can’t do it! Let go! Let go!” Wang Jin kicked the man with his feet.

    Unexpectedly, the man's whole body was hard, let alone kicked, even if he was hit, it was his legs that hurt.

    The man saw that he had more bruises due to the restless movement, so he frowned and pinched his legs under his arms, grabbed his hands with one hand, and trapped his body between himself and the wall.

    "It hurts...it hurts...it hurts..." Wang Jin's tears were about to burst out.

    The  ger 's cheeks were slightly red, his hair was messily stuck to his face because of struggling, and the corners of his eyes were also bright red with transparent teardrops.

    The tearful appearance made people's hearts softened, and the man's heart throbbed inexplicably.

    He continued with the movements in his hands, but his tone was unprecedentedly gentle and consoling: "It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt."

    Don't hurt, you fart! Coax a three-years-old child!

    Wang Jin stared at the man with gritted teeth.

    The man ignored it and continued with his actions.

    Wang Jin's eyes turned black from the pain, and he uttered all begging words, begging the man to stop.

    But the man seemed to be unable to hear, and his hands kept coming.

    In the past, when he was injured, several people took care of him, and he was treated with painkillers. How had he ever been treated so brutally?

    The more he thought about it, the more wronged he became, and Wang Jin cried "Wow".

    Crying earth-shatteringly, like a child.

    The man was stunned, let go of Wang Jin, a little helpless: "You..."

    "You bully me!" Wang Jin pointed at the man and wiped his tears, but the tears grew more and more.

    The man smiled wryly: "I'm treating your injuries."

    "You're just bullying me!"

    "..." The man felt that his temper had really improved, so he wasn't angry at all.

    But...

    The ger in front of him was out of breath from crying, his face was flushed, and his face was stained with tears. He just touched the dust in the wall with his hands, and when he wiped his tears, he wiped his face, his face became dirty, no matter how you looked at him, how pitiful he was.

    Looking at him like this, the man felt that he couldn't be angry...

    He squatted down again, wiped his hands, then gently wiped the dust on his face, and coaxed patiently: "Okay, it’s my fault, I apologize, okay? Stop crying."

    "..." It's really like coaxing a three-years-old child!

    Wang Jin was dissatisfied in his heart, but he also knew, what was the difference between himself and a three-years-old child now? But he just couldn't help it...

    Sobbing and holding back the howling of the wolf, Wang Jin's trembling appearance made people felt pitiful.

    The man hesitated slightly, and stretched out his hand to wrap his arms around his shoulders. The ger lay in his arms, the man stiffened, he patted and coaxed...

    Gradually, the sobbing of the person in his arms stopped, and the man bowed his head, he found that the ger fell asleep at some point.

The man gave a wry smile, and stood up holding Wang Jin resignedly.

    In a daze, Wang Jin felt that he was in a cloud of white mist. He took two steps forward, and the white mist cleared. An old man with white beard and white hair was sitting in front of a desk with his eyes closed. There was boiling water next to him, tea on it, and an incense burner that was slowly smoking.

    The old man seemed to be aware of Wang Jin's approach. He opened his eyes and waved to Wang Jin.

    Wang Jin walked over quickly and sat opposite the old man.

    The old man looked at Wang Jin kindly, and with a wave of his hand, the teapot automatically poured a cup of tea for Wang Jin: "Come, try it, this is fairy tea."