11. I am actually an infertility patient
"What?" Three screams rang out!
Lin Xi'an, Yuan Ruicun, and Gu Xiaobai all exclaimed.
"I won't allow you to go." The first to oppose was Gu Xiaobai, Gu Xiaobai's voice was disdainful and worried: "How can you be a daughter enough for the dead, and then run to be a mother for the living??" β
"Although I never thought Mommy could be noble, she still fell below my bottom line!" Yuan Ruicun's indifferent and noble little expression could no longer be maintained, pointing at Lin Xi'an's every pore and shouting, "I refuse." β
Lin Xi'an looked at the big and small figures in front of him, and also expressed his opinion: "I am actually an infertility patient. β
Half an hour ago
"Brother, I think my sister-in-law is very special, special to see the wind and rudder!" On the way to Market A, Yuan Jun's shallow chattering voice sounded: "No wonder you can make Grandpa give up Miss Han and choose her as your fiancΓ©e instead." By the way, I think she resembles the woman who was sent to her brother's room five years ago. β
"Er Shao, now is a very moment, if that Miss An An is the only witness to the last words, then the 'Seeing the Wind and Steering the Rudder' is more unfavorable to Er Shao and even the entire Yuan family than the old man not leaving a last word. Even with unpredictable consequences. Atai's deep voice rang out.
"Besides, according to the second master's means, if we want Miss An to see the wind and rudder, we can't guard against it. Unless, unless, there is a reason to guarantee that Miss Ann will always be by your side! β
"She's my sister-in-law, and of course she'll always be by my brother's side." Yuan Junqian's natural figure sounded, and then he thought of something with a relieved expression: "Yes! Let my sister-in-law stay in the Yuan family, and the real Mrs. Yuan will appear, and to hell with the woman surnamed Han who has been sticking to her brother! β
Yuan Jincheng didn't speak, his pure black deep eyes flowed, remembering the extremely faint scar on her slender abdomen when the woman jumped out of the middle of a group of mentally ill people. Others may not pay attention at all, but Yuan Jincheng has been in the army for half his life, and he can roughly understand what caused the wound and how long it has elapsed since he glanced at it from a distance.
This woman is very repulsive, and almost all women rush to the position of the young lady of the Yuan family.
There can be many reasons for the man she once loved? The immature child she can't let go? He wasn't interested in knowing what the reason was, all he wanted was for her not to make trouble for him, and he had no attachment to Mrs. Yuan's position.
Half an hour later
Lin Xi'an sat in the extended bulletproof Lincoln, watching the car slowly drive into a magnificent, solemn, and majestic manor, and people could not help but be infected by the solemnity and solemnity in it, as if there were invisible laws and rules running during the period, and even the most cynical people would subconsciously restrain and respect.
The overall medieval thick and rigorous style, staggered and meticulous as if it has been rigorously calculated, if you know a little about military armament, you can see that the whole building can be called the pinnacle of military perfection.
Bunkers, machine gun positions, blasting tables, etc. are cleverly integrated with the daily landscaping, and the layout makes the most of the entire building. Even ordinary people who are completely amateurs feel the pressure of cutting into the bone marrow.
A few steps and a post of loaded guns and ammunition guards can be seen everywhere, straight figures, solemn expressions, even the posture against the butt of the gun is exactly the same, pure black Lincoln passed, everywhere the guards stood up and saluted for the first time, the burning sharpness and awe in their eyes, even if it was just passing by, it was like a man's back!
There is also a faint and calm and muffled bell that spreads far away throughout the manor, with a solemn and ancient power, dyeing the solemnity and oppression of the entire space. Such a scene, if it is a medical trouble, is definitely an experience that even I dare not dream of!
"Come on, call Mommy."