The rest of the people were stunned and frightened to the point where they could not tell the difference between the south, south, west and north.

Lin Mengxian tore hissing and shouted: "She woke up! She is not stupid! She is cured of illness! Brother Jun is so awesome. Brother Jun, I love you for ten thousand years and will not change!"

After a while, the father and daughter's emotions slowly calmed down.

The attending physician urgently asked someone to help, mainly for Wang Lingjuan's body examination, electrocardiogram, blood test, body temperature, pulse, etc., which were all very normal. Except for the low blood sugar and blood lipids, it was just malnutrition. So he hung a bottle of glucose for Wang Lingjuan on the spot.

The visitor also brought biscuits and mineral water. Wang Lingjuan ate some food and gradually became energetic.

She looks thin and she is the young girl's body and will soon recover.

However, within this young body is a lonely soul that has been going through seventy years.

He recognized Lin Mengxian and other sisters one by one. Wang Lingjuan was indifferent and felt a little alienated. Everyone said that she had just recovered from a serious illness and felt uncomfortable for a moment.

The attending physician was frightened by this magical ending and repeatedly asked to take Wang Lingjuan to undergo pathological tests and related tests for mental illnesses to confirm whether she had recovered or had she improved by chance.

Song Baojun felt it was unnecessary, but Wang Cunde himself didn't believe it. After obtaining Wang Lingjuan's consent, he went to the medical building for further detailed physical examination.

Fortunately, it was not too much trouble. The final result was that Wang Lingjuan's thinking was no different from that of ordinary people.

The attending physician's chin was about to fall to the ground, and he grabbed Song Baojun and refused to let him go until Liang Bohua waved the check of 100,000 yuan.

Everyone hopes to know how Song Baojun cured Wang Lingjuan, but Song Baojun was unwilling to say it, and everyone dared not ask too much. He just kept his doubts in his heart, feeling so uncomfortable.

It was already past nine o'clock in the evening when the group returned to Chazhou.

Wang Lingjuan and Wang Cunde took the same car together, listening to her father talking about the family's changes over the past six months. Wang Cunde originally thought that his daughter would be sad when she learned that her company had gone bankrupt and her villa was sold, but she didn't care about it at all.

It's no wonder that an old woman who spent fifty years alone in a fantasy forest returned to reality again and did not care about so-called money and houses at all.

"Dad, I'm sick and can't remember many things. Please tell me more." Wang Lingjuan was still not very adapted to her young body and felt very wonderful about her father who was under fifty years old.

"Okay! When we get home and go home, we will have a good chat with your mother, and we can chat until dawn!" Wang Cunde replied loudly: "I will take a day off tomorrow and will not go to work."

The two chatted for a long time, most of the time it was Wang Cunde, and in a few cases it was Wang Lingjuan who agreed to one or two words. Gradually, she adapted to the rhythm and way of speaking now, and no longer looked lifeless.

"By the way, Song Baojun bought our original villa..."

"Yes, Jun Jun is our family's great benefactor." Wang Cunde said hurriedly. This old guy understood the truth that the situation was better than the people, and he never dared to mention the topic of the company's bankruptcy because of Du Yinlang. In addition, Song Baojun cured his daughter recently, so he naturally changed his mind.

Wang Lingjuan pondered the words and said, "I miss our villa a little. It just so happens that Song Baojun is my savior. Let's do this. I want to work at his house. Dad, what do you think?"

"Are you a servant for Jun Jun?" Wang Cunde pondered: "No, the problem is..."

Wang Lingjuan said: "Song Baojun's family is big and his business is big, so there must be a lot of things that he can't manage. I learned professional knowledge of business management, so it should be no problem to be a housekeeper for him."

Wang Cunde was stunned and hurriedly said, "It's okay to be a housekeeper. I'm afraid Jun Shao will not want to. Let's go home first. You have a good rest. I'll find an opportunity to tie Jun Shao."

Wang Cunde also bought a two-bedroom and one-living house in the city. He took Wang Lingjuan home. The mother and daughter met each other and each other was happy and had some emotions.

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...

The cleaning of the Baiheshan villa was carried out according to the plan. On the weekend of the second week, Song Baojun took special time to supervise.

All the water and electricity were connected, the weeds in the courtyard were removed, and the walls, garages and swimming pools were all newly repaired.

There were two pumps in the hall, connecting to the basement below the stairs, continuously pumping and draining the accumulated water. Six workers carried out silt out under the command of the foreman.

Behind Song Baojun was the personal female bodyguard Ling Anqi and the new housekeeper Wang Lingjuan.

After a week of treatment and recuperation, Wang Lingjuan's thin face had a hint of blood, and she was no longer the scary withered and sickly.

On the first day after returning home, Wang Lingjuan was sent to Boai Hospital by her parents for treatment. She was basically fine after three days of observation before returning home.

On the one hand, Wang Cunde felt sorry for his daughter, and on the other hand, he received the seven million yuan purchase price from Song Baojun. He almost responded to Wang Lingjuan's request and brought it home with some delicious food, high-end health products.

After just a few days of raising this, Wang Lingjuan's complexion gradually improved, and she took the initiative to ask her parents to meet Song Baojun.

Wang Cunde originally thought that Jun Shao was not easy to talk to, but he quickly agreed to Wang Lingjuan's request to apply for the position of "Song Mansion" butler.

In the cold winter, Wang Lingjuan, who had just recovered from a serious illness, looked pale, wrapped in a thick down jacket, snow boots, furry marten fur around her collar, and a chinchilla-shaped hand warmer bag in her hand. The melancholy eyes that a seventy-year-old soul was in her 20-year-old body had a somewhat sickly Lin Daiyu temperament.

Wang Lingjuan cherished this very much with a soul contract that obeyed the other party in all respects. These days, he has been thinking about what to do to satisfy Song Baojun.

She has lived in the Fantasy Forest for many years and has not simply lived. She has more or less learned about the corresponding situations of some universes, personality, and containers. She has always been resentful of her lack of ability to transform the Fantasy Forest. Therefore, she knows how powerful Song Baojun, who can freely create Fourier channels and enter and exit other spaces at will.

What's more, Song Baojun also has his own imaginary space, which is far more rich than Fantasy Forest.

No matter how vast the fantasy forest is, it is always a vast forest created based on the German Black Forest. What about the imaginary space? It covers mountains, plains, grasslands, rivers, valleys, forests, hills and other landforms, forming a small world close to reality.

For Wang Lingjuan, this ability can only be described as "great".

To put it another way, she followed Song Baojun wholeheartedly, and wanted to gain this ability to freely enter and exit the imaginary space, or hoped that Song Baojun would lead herself into and out of the imaginary space and fly freely in reality and dreams.

"Your father Wang Cunde was punished by my cousin Du Yinlang for committing crimes, which is worthy of being punished." Song Baojun spoke out bluntly and explained in detail to Wang Lingjuan why he bought her villa, saying: "Wealth is just an organic part of the real society and has no meaning to the imaginary space. I believe that you, who have lived in the fantasy forest for many years, have already understood this."

Wang Lingjuan did not care about her father's deprived of a large part of her wealth, and her way of thinking was no longer consistent with real humans. She responded calmly: "Yes."

Song Baojun said: "But the imaginary space is based on reality. Without reality as the basis, the imaginary space will soon be wiped out. So we have to manage real life well. This is your current task and manage my family and part of my finances."

Wang Lingjuan nodded.

Song Baojun said: "You used to study financial management..."

Wang Lingjuan hurriedly replied: "I am a major in instrumental music performance at Zhonghai Conservatory of Music and specialize in piano."

Song Baojun was stunned: "I remembered wrongly?"

"Since it is the request of the master, I can learn it too." Wang Lingjuan chuckled softly: "It is not difficult to learn some knowledge in the real world. I believe I can get started quickly and will definitely live up to my master's trust."

"Okay, you have learned more about management and finance recently." Song Baojun pointed to the villa in front of him and said, "You can go home or live here."

"yes."

Song Baojun re-introduced the two women: "This is my confidant, my personal bodyguard, Ling Anqi. You can cooperate well in the future and work together. Qiqi, you can take Wang Lingjuan with you in the future."

Ling Anqi was so stupid that she had no scheming. Seeing that her husband had a different attitude towards this young girl, she smiled and said, "It is Qiqi's lifelong honor to do things for her husband."

"Qiqi is so good." Song Baojun pinched the silly girl's butt.

Just as Ling Anqi blushed and was at a loss, the head of the engineering team hurried over and reported: "Boss Song, the silt in the basement has been cleaned up. Do you want to go and see it?"

With the circuit connected, eight headlights will brightly illuminate the basement including the hall and four rooms.

Despite this, when Song Baojun walked down the steps, he still felt the cold and damp smell and musty smell coming to his face.

The doors of the four rooms were open, two of which were wine cellars, but the collections inside had long been empty, leaving only a few empty wine cabinets, emitting a stale atmosphere.

There are two other rooms that may be lived in by the servants of the former former owner of the house, with a bed, a wardrobe and a desk. After a long period of soaking water, all of them are decaying.

Two workers holding shovels and hoes stood on each side, waiting respectfully for Song Baojun's orders.

Song Baojun's attention was mainly focused on the ground in the basement hall.

The cleaned silt shows the once high-end oak floor. Although it has been waterproof and anti-corrosion, it is still difficult to resist erosion. Some of them are bulging and swelling, and sand and soil are accumulated in the gaps.

Song Baojun looked at it for a moment and ordered: "Please all the wooden floors in the hall."

"yes!"

At the foreman's order, the workers picked up crowbars and pried open the wooden floors, and then transported them to the ground in batches by others.

Below the pried wooden floor were wooden keels and filled coal ash, soaked in water. The workers took a lot of effort to clean it up, and it took them two or three hours.

Song Baojun refused to let go of any clues about fantasy forests and secret energy, and asked workers to be careful when cleaning up, and report them immediately once they find something unique.
Chapter completed!