My Healing Game

Hearing Shen Luo's words, the car instantly became quiet, and time seemed to stand still.

The man in the suit and the big fish looked at Shen Luo, both making sure whether they heard anything wrong.

"Seven...wives?" The man in the suit confirmed again.

"Yes." Shen Luo nodded very affirmatively: "He is a very good person, he is also handsome, I guess his charm value is quite high, so he is loved by so many girls."

"There are various gameplays in "Perfect Life". Existence is reasonable. No wonder he is not in a hurry." Big fish started the van and looked at himself in the rearview mirror: "If I had seven wives, I will not leave the hidden map in a hurry."

"No matter how high the initial charm is, it is impossible to have seven wives. Maybe he hides rare props that can increase the charm attribute, or maybe his profession is more special." The man in the suit sat next to Shen Luo in a sour tone.

"Actually, I don't know Han Fei too much. I'm wanted by the residents here. He saved me." Shen Luo felt that the strength of the medicine was about to pass: "This big brother, how do I call you?"

"Everyone calls me the boss. I am one of the shareholders of Inevitable Truth. The main purpose of playing this game is to lead the brothers to make big money." The man in the suit took out his mobile phone and dialed Qiangwei's number: "We have already contacted. Han Fei, his abilities are quite special, so he will talk in detail when he meets."

After the van disappeared on the road, Han Fei looked back and entered the company.

"Players have no way to fight ghosts, but after all, they are flexible in their thinking and should be able to be useful cannon fodder." Han Fei is not worried about Shen Luo telling others his secrets. He knows that in Shen Luo's eyes, he should be a soft food. , He also hopes that those players can misunderstand themselves in this way.

"I thought I was eating soft rice, and when I found my sins, they would know that I was great."

In the shrine memory world, death will not really die, but most of the memory will be lost, so Han Fei did not care about those players.

Back at the office, Han Fei wanted to continue working, but accidentally received a call from the police.

Teacher Liu did not lie to the police, and frankly said that Han Fei helped him, so the police wanted to ask Han Fei something, hoping that he rushed to school as soon as possible.

Originally, Han Fei wanted to refuse, but he considered that he had the title of "justice and braveness" and that doing good deeds would be rewarded with experience, so he chose to cooperate with the police.

Scenes that have happened countless times in reality reappear in the memory world, and it turns out that gold shines everywhere.

Called Zhao Qian to ask for leave, and then Han Fei took a taxi to Fu Sheng's school.

As soon as he entered the school gate, he was stopped by the school security. Han Fei is now a man in the school. The first time he was called to the school by his teacher, he beat the principal directly. Who is not afraid of such people.

"Dad Fu Sheng, the principal specifically explained that he must not let you in." The two security guards stopped in front of Han Fei with a wry smile.

"The old man has been taken away by the police, why are you still listening to him? Did you two help out when he buried the body?" Han Fei said, the security face turned pale: "Don't be nervous, this The police called me to come."

Passing by the two security guards, Han Fei came to the office building. Just a few steps out, he heard Teacher Liu's cry.

Knock on the door, Han Fei entered the office of the first grade group. Teacher Liu cried to tears. A policewoman and two female teachers were comforting her.

All along, Teacher Liu's father has been slandered and slandered. She was poked in the backbone by neighbors in the neighborhood since she was a child, and there were many children who told her that her father was messing around in front of her.

All the grievances are not revealed until today, but the cost is quite heavy. She once thought that her father could not stand the accusations of the crowd and hid in other cities alone. She has always believed that her father is still alive. When she comes back to class, she just wants to use her own power to wash away the stains left by her father and dream about seeing her father again one day.

It is a pity that all fantasies were shattered at the moment the soil was dug up. Teacher Liu saw his father, who insisted on doing the right things all his life.

The police who stayed behind signaled Han Fei to enter the next room, and they asked Han Fei many questions.

Responding to police questioning is as simple as drinking water for Han Fei. He has already thought about the questions the police will ask on the way he comes. He is as skilled as the police himself.

The water didn't leak. When Han Fei came out of the hut, the two policemen who questioned still had a feeling that they were still unfulfilled.

Looking at Teacher Liu, who was still having trouble calming down, Han Fei didn't approach him rashly. He recalled the chat history between Fu Yi and Teacher Liu and turned to leave.

After ten minutes, he bought Teacher Liu's favorite food from the supermarket, gently placed it in a corner of the table, and left silently.

"Each of these women are so good, Fu Yi, you really deserve to die."

Han Fei walked alone in the corridor of the school. Fu Sheng's hatred for him has diminished a little. If possible, he hoped that Fu Sheng could return to school.

The principal was arrested, and the parent who bullied him became a wanted criminal who absconded. Now, no one in the school will continue to target Fu Sheng.

"If he can go back to school, he should be able to see these good changes."

In order to prevent Fu Sheng from being bullied, Han Fei came to Fu Sheng's former class again.

On the podium, a male teacher with glasses was in a math class. He spoke pretentiously, as if he only liked the good students sitting in the first two rows and ignored the students in the back row.

Han Fei politely waited until the teacher finished class before he entered the classroom.

"Hello teacher, I want to ask something."

"You are?"

"I am Fu Sheng's father."

Before Han Fei spoke, the math teacher changed his face and looked impatient: "I have to prepare lessons. I don't have time. You can ask someone else."

"Five minutes, I just want to know who in this class has bullied Fu Sheng, and have a good chat with them. If Fu Sheng can come back to class, I hope they can get along well." Han Fei spoke softly.

"Come back? I think it's better for him not to come back. With a personality like him, it is estimated that the efficiency of self-study will be higher."

"A person cannot be separated from the collective. I hope he can have the same learning memory as other children." Han Fei felt like a good temper.

"He wasn't bullied by a certain person in the class. He was a maverick. I'll tell you clearly. Even when he comes back to class, he still sits in the corner alone, making him and everyone uncomfortable." Dai The teacher of the glasses arranged things and got up to leave, but Han Fei stood in front of him.

"Students are uncomfortable, shouldn't the teacher try to guide them? How can you just give up?" Han Fei is still good at talking.

"Guide?" The teacher smiled disdainfully: "Some students can guide, but some are incurable."

"People can be changed, and I believe Fu Sheng will also become more cheerful." Han Fei said very sincerely.

"What's the point of those superficial changes?" The male teacher seemed to hate Fu Sheng: "This trash can is covered with my newly bought garbage bag, but no student in the class feels that the trash can is clean, and no one wants to sit in the trash. Next to the barrel."

"Everyone buys the trash cans in the supermarket. Only the trash cans in the trash dump will be rejected." Han Fei was already a little angry: "Sometimes the dirt is not the trash can, but the surrounding environment."

"What do you mean?" The math teacher smashed the book on the podium, his voice raised a lot, and he felt that Han Fei had also cursed him.

"I'm talking to you well, you're so yin and yang there." Han Fei's eyes were cold, his eyes looked like a sharp knife, and he stared at the male teacher's neck: "I hit your principal yesterday, and then I was fine. , But your principal was arrested by the police."

Now the male teacher realized the seriousness of the problem. He unconsciously stepped back two steps, and his body almost stuck to the blackboard: "This is learning, school, teaching and educating people. Do you think I will be afraid of you? "

"I don't need you to be afraid of me, I just need you to treat all the students, including Fu Sheng well." Han Fei glanced at the male teacher's vain legs, did not pay him any more, walked to the podium, and stopped at one. In front of the desk.

The fat man who had taken the lead in bullying Fu Sheng was sitting there. He no longer had the same air, his body trembled, and he seemed not used to the change in his identity.

Yesterday he was a rich second-generation, and his family was powerful. Today he became the son of a wanted criminal, and his friends who usually play better avoided him.

"Before you isolated Fu Sheng and kept bullying him, now you also taste the feeling of being bullied and cold and violent?" Han Fei sat in front of the fat man, but his eyes scanned the other people in the class.

His memory is very good, and he has not forgotten everyone who bullied Fu Sheng in the video.

"You are still children, and you will not understand what you say to you about your empathy, but you remember that one day, you may also become the isolated and bullied person. I hope someone can speak for you at that time."

Han Fei originally wanted to teach those students to pave the way for Fu Sheng to return to school, but now he found that it was unnecessary.

Standing up and leaving the classroom, Han Feigang walked out of the teaching building when he suddenly heard the system prompt.

"Please pay attention to players with number 0000! Liu Lina's hatred for you decreases a bit, and a total of six points."

Feeling a little bit, Han Fei looked back.

Teacher Liu was standing behind a certain window. She was alone, holding the things Han Fei had sent.

"Sorry." Han Fei's eyes were full of apologies, he didn't stop, turned and left.

Taking a taxi home, Han Fei was about to reach the door of his house, watching his wife bargaining with the street vendor.

He got off the car early and walked over quietly.

"Do you want to make cola chicken wings today?"

Han Fei’s voice suddenly came out, shocking his wife who was picking chicken wings. After she turned around and saw Han Fei, her eyes were full of surprise: "Usually you go home late, how come you come back earlier every day? It’s not even half past five."

"I want to accompany you and the children more." Han Fei naturally took the bag full of vegetables from his wife, with a happy smile on his face.

"Then you can't leave early." The wife looked at Han Fei and suddenly reached out to help Han Fei tidy up the dusty collar: "Did you have any problems with your work? Don't force yourself. If you are too tired, just have a good rest."

"Not tired." Han Fei suddenly remembered that when he was filming in the morning, he seemed to have taken off his clothes. The dust on the neckline was rubbed up at that time: "Let's go, let's go home. Today I will make you a Coke chicken wings. , And make another fragrant fried chicken wings, it will definitely make Fu Tian cry."

"You better rest, I'll do it." The expression on his wife's face is very soft, and the hatred in her eyes has slowly been replaced by confusion.

"That's not okay, I want to show off my cooking skills." Han Fei plans to cook by himself for some time in the future. His time is running out. He wants to stay for the family in the limited days. More memories.

The two went home together. After Han Fei changed his clothes, he entered the kitchen with his wife.

After adjusting the ingredients, cleaning the chicken wings and side dishes, when Han Fei was busy, his mobile phone in the living room suddenly rang.

Compared with Han Fei, his wife's reaction was greater. Her hands trembled slightly. She seemed to have experienced similar situations many times.

Sometimes even if Fu Yi went home for dinner, he would rush back to the company to "work overtime" because of a phone call.

"Phone, phone." Fu Tian is a very cute child. He took Han Fei's cell phone and ran into the kitchen.

Seeing Fu Tian coming in, the expression on his wife's face changed a little. Fu Sheng used to hate others touching his mobile phone, and every time he yelled at his wife because of this.

"I'm washing the meat, you can pick it up for me." Han Fei didn't lift his head, his tone was very casual~www.wuxiaspot.com~ his wife wiped her hands uncertainly, and then answered the phone: "You good."

"We are reporters from Laojie News. We want to interview Mr. Fu Yi and report on his heroic deeds in helping the police solve the case."

Hearing the voice coming from the phone, the wife's heart fell back into her stomach and she was relieved.

Han Fei, who was washing his chicken wings, no longer touched the master acting switch, and wiped off the cold sweat from his forehead casually, but his heart was still beating.

"Who called?"

"It's a news reporter." The call fell into a short pause, and his wife held the phone in Han Fei's ear.

"Hello, Mr. Fu Yi, we want to interview you."

"It's too late today. I have to accompany my family. Let's go to the company for an interview tomorrow." Han Fei asked his wife to hang up after speaking, "Hey, it's really troublesome to be on TV again."

"Is Dad going on TV again?!" Fu Tian was more excited than anyone else, perhaps in the eyes of him when he was young, his father was the most amazing person.

"Don't talk about it everywhere, keep a low profile." Han Fei was cooking his specialty dishes triumphantly, and Fu Tian ran in the kitchen excitedly. His wife looked at this scene and her eyes gradually became gentle. She didn't want much, a little bit. Happiness is enough.

Half an hour later, the fragrance had begun to diffuse in the house, and Han Fei put the food on the table.

Fu Tian couldn't wait a long time ago. He sat in the chair obediently, and his wife started to serve food.

After all three of them were seated, Han Fei turned his head and glanced at the second floor.

He took a deep breath, took the dinner plate from his wife, put the delicacy made by himself into the bowl, and then walked towards the second floor with the dinner plate.

Knocked on the door, Han Fei put the dinner plate at the door of Fu Sheng's room as usual, but when he was about to leave, the door lock of Fu Sheng's room suddenly turned.