Ling Jingchen's eyelids lifted, and he said lightly: "Cats play with rats, and they don't consider the feelings of rats." ”

Without waiting for any more smoke, he added, "Don't wear up my patience. ”

Yu Yan took a deep breath, first cleaned the incense burner, and then made him a cup of black tea.

Only then did he take a sip with satisfaction: "I don't understand anything." ”

Yu Yan: "You know, I can't go out of the Ling family, you have to buy me a contraceptive pill for me to eat, otherwise what if I get pregnant." ”

Before marrying into the Ling family, she did a marriage examination, and the report was read by the Ling family, and she was extremely pregnant.

She didn't force him to explain much now, he hadn't done anything before, she was just afraid that she would be pregnant.

Ling Jingchen put down the teacup, "I'm pregnant." ”

"You!" The aftermath was engulfed.

The man narrowed his eyes and said in a deep voice, "You can let Qi An spend two billion yuan for you to hold a prosperous wedding, and you can also let him live all his assets in your name before he dies, regardless of everyone's opposition." ”

"It's so powerful...... I think you have my seed in your belly, and you can find a way to resolve the crisis yourself. ”

After saying that, he got up and left resolutely.

Yu Yan looked at his back, and his face became extremely bad.

As soon as his funeral ended, the Ling family arranged for doctors and nutritionists to take care of her body in an all-round way, for example, every other week, a blood test would be done on her.

The Ling family eagerly hoped that she could test-tube a pair of children for Ling Qi'an as soon as possible.

And she hasn't started IVF yet, because she is anemic, and the old lady hopes that she will not be anemic and then get pregnant.

If she and Ling Jingchen were tricked this time, they would definitely find out next time they took blood.

And Ling Jingchen obviously wanted to see her unhappy, but in this matter, only Ling Jingchen could resolve her crisis.

What should she do?

……

I don't know how long it took, but Yu Yan, who was pacing back and forth in the study to think about countermeasures, suddenly heard footsteps in the corridor outside.

She paused, walked to the door, and poked her head out.

It was a group of lamas who stopped Ling Jingchen, as if they were looking for him for something.

The lamas spoke in a very low voice, but in the quiet corridors, the smoke could be heard clearly.

Today, all the precepts are from the famous Buddhist mountain Ningshan, and when the Ling family practices here, there will also be a group of precepts on the Ningshan side to cooperate with the Ling family and chant for Ling Qi'an in front of the Bodhisattva.

Ling Jingchen, as Ling Qi'an's blood relative, was about to leave for Ningshan and personally take care of Ningshan's affairs.

According to her understanding of Ling Jingchen, once he went to Ningshan, he would not come back if he had nothing to do.

The last time she saw him, it was at Ling Qi'an's funeral.

If it weren't for this ceremony, he wouldn't have come back.

At this moment, she had a flash of inspiration, and suddenly, she thought of the main operator of this ceremony, and Master Shi Huikong, who was also the guest of honor in the Ling family.

——

The peak of Ningshan is towering, the climate on the mountain is very cold, and now it is autumn, and the mountain is already very cold.

Four o'clock in the afternoon.

In a quaintly decorated meditation room behind the Ningshan Guanyin Palace, the setting sun shines through the window in front of the desk.

Ling Jingchen changed into a white national-style suit with a high collar and sat at the table, with a grim expression, wearing treasure gloves in his hand, and holding a white cloth strip to carefully wipe a porcelain vase with clay.

On the right-hand side is a series of archaeological tools.

Suddenly, there was a "crunch" and the door of the meditation room was pushed open.

The man didn't even raise his head, "Tea aside." ”

But the visitor didn't listen, the footsteps sounded in the meditation room, and the sound of heels was crisp.

Ling Jingchen raised his head and met Yu Yan's eyes that seemed to hide a little smugness.