Chapter 84: Killing the Son-in-law (12)
In all fairness.
When the carriage of the Xie family arrived at the entrance of the Lin family's alley, Lin Aotian, who had been beaten and had no skin, was being helped out by two women, an old man and a young woman.
The wide and heavy robe covered the traces of his body, but judging from the way he walked and the wrinkled or hideous and terrible expression on his face from time to time, he was afraid that he would not be lightly injured.
Jin Yan burst out laughing, "Injured like this, still going outside to seek medical treatment?" β
After speaking, Jin Yan noticed that something was wrong, "From last night to now, has the Lin family invited a doctor?" What did Uncle Wang do when he went out yesterday? β
Three maids: "......"
Although the young lady didn't ask, how could she know everything?
The butler did go out yesterday, and after Pearl and the royal guard returned, he went out with the people again.
The Lin family only took Lin Ao out to seek medical treatment at this time, obviously because no doctor came to the door last night.
And the only one who can make the doctors in Lin'an City obey the orders in a unified manner is the Xie family.
"It is said that Jiang is still old and spicy, and he really deserves to be Daddy's most trusted housekeeper, and he is thoughtful." Jin Yan sighed.
What she ignored, the housekeeper made up for her.
Seeing that Lin Aotian and the three of them were about to walk out of the alley, Jin Yan said something to Amber, and Amber told the coachman again.
The carriage moved significantly faster.
Soon, the horses neighed.
A woman's frightened cry was heard from ahead.
This was followed by the man's voice of pain and impatient resentment.
Jin Yan hurriedly lifted the car curtain, and at first glance, he saw Lin Aotian who was pouting his ass and facing the ground, and was reverently greeting her.
Lin's mother Li and niece Li Xin'er fell on both sides.
"Lin Ao, you know I'm coming over, and you actually give me such a big gift." Jin Yan raised his voice in surprise.
The three maids covered their mouths and chuckled, but the three Lin Ao outside were dumbfounded.
Early in the morning, why is Xie Jinyan here?
Lin Ao was still stunned, and Li Xin'er on the side had already reacted quickly.
Probably because she didn't want to make a fool of herself in front of the "rival in love", she quickly tidied up the clothes on her body after getting up, straightened her hair bun again, and then went to help Lin Ao with a worried face, "Cousin, how are you?" Did it hurt to fall? β
Lin Ao, who was pinched to the wound: "......"
Grass!
Your arm was kicked so that a piece of flesh was missing, and I stuck my fingernails in it to see if it hurt!
Lin Ao rolled his eyes speechlessly.
My cousin is handsome and good-looking, but she is a little not smart enough.
He endured the pain and tried to stand up straighter, so that his posture looked more erect, but he subconsciously lowered his head to prevent Jin Yan from seeing his embarrassed appearance.
The universe that felt that his temperament was already handsome couldn't accommodate him, so Lin Aocai said, "Miss, why did you come here suddenly?" Don't let people know, we are good to sweep the couch to greet each other. β
Jin Yan also endured his disgust and said: "I don't arrange it in advance, of course I want to give you a surprise, don't you think it's enough to surprise?" β
Lin Ao: "......"
Still surprised?
It's a hellish scare!
Suddenly, Jin Yan said "oops", "Lin Ao, what's the matter with your face, or did I recognize the wrong person, how could Lin Ao be the pig's head you look like you are now, as if you have undergone steaming, frying, and roasting." β
Mother Lin and Li Xin'er both looked at Jin Yan indignantly.
One is critical and dissatisfied, the other is full of jealousy.
And Lin Ao is doubting life.
!
Is this human talk?
It's your fiancΓ© who was beaten to a pig's head!
You don't care when you see him injured, you even laugh at him mercilessly, and pour salt on his wounds in cold blood, do you think it's appropriate?