"Boring!" Then he turned and limped toward the motorcycle.
Looking at Cheng Xi"s back, Liu Qingyun said: "I just received news that she was expelled from the Dance Training Center."
Qin Hai slightly knitted his brows, then strode forward and caught up with Cheng Xi. He asked, "Can we talk?"
Cheng Xi stopped and looked at Qin Hai. He hesitated for a moment, "Sure!"
Twenty minutes later, at a table next to the window of a coffee shop, Cheng Xi stared at Qin Hai for a while before asking, "Who the h.e.l.l are you? What do you want me to do?"
"My name is Qin Hai, and I"m from the Spring River." Qin Hai took out a business card and handed it over. He smiled. "To be precise, I have something to discuss with your father. However, he doesn"t seem to trust me that much, so I wanted to ask for your help."
In order to gain Cheng Xi"s trust, Qin Hai told him his purpose for coming to Beijing. Finally, he said, "Actually, when I first saw you in the bar, I didn"t even know that you were Uncle Cheng"s daughter. So I didn"t mean to get close to you that day, I can only call it a coincidence."
Listening to Qin Hai"s explanation, Cheng Xi carefully recalled the scene when she saw Qin Hai at the entrance of her pharmacy. She already believed him somewhat.
However, after taking a look at Qin Hai"s name card, she pushed it back at him, "Sorry, I can"t help you. You know how my father and I are, there"s nothing I can do. "
"No, you can help!" Qin Hai laughed. "But before that, we have to do something so that your boyfriend can be completely detoxified. Only then will your father be able to accept you again."
Cheng Xi froze for a moment, and then his face revealed an excited expression, "You have a way to help Zhiwen get rid of his drug addiction?"
Qin Hai laughed, "I told you yesterday that I know some acupuncture and moxibustion. We can give it a try. Maybe we can help him solve this problem."
Cheng Xi had a strange expression on his face. He glanced at the name card on the table, "Aren"t you chairman of the board? Why are you still …"
"How can you understand ma.s.sage and acupuncture, right?" Qin Hai laughed. "Actually, I know a lot of things, including dancing. If I have the chance, I would like to dance with you. As for now, I think it"s better to look at your feet first. "
Ten minutes later.
Cheng Xi looked at his sprained ankle with astonishment. Apart from the red marks left by the binding, there wasn"t a single bruise on it. This morning, when he got up, his ankle was swollen like a big steamed bun, but now it had completely returned to its original appearance.
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