After I Transmigrated Into a Book, I Became the Stepmother of the Film Emperor

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# The second young miss of the Ruan family who gave birth out of wedlock enters the luxurious villa of the next head of the Mo family with a pair of dragon and phoenix twins, susp...

Chapter 154: Spicy Chicken

Chapter 154: Spicy Chicken

Ruan Meng had to use great effort to kick and drag a large loyal dog out of the house, but the sofa looked uncomfortable to her, so she went out with an annoyed look on her face.

She unknowingly arrived at the Hexi Kindergarten where the two little ones were studying, and unexpectedly saw a person who shouldn't be here not far outside the gate.

Yan Bin.

Why is he here?

Do primary schools nowadays finish school earlier than kindergartens?

But there is still more than an hour before kindergarten is over, right?

In consideration of the huge nursing fee paid by Old Man Yan, Ruan Meng did not pretend not to see it, but came to Yan Bin and asked: "You should be in school at this time, right?"

"Aunt Ruan?" Yan Bin's expression was a little strange when he saw Ruan Meng, and it became even stranger after he heard what Ruan Meng said: "Well, Aunt Ruan should be in school at this time, right?"

Not long after Yan Bin moved into the Mo family, Ruan Meng went to film a movie in another place. Logically, the two of them did not have much interaction, but Yan Bin inexplicably felt close to Ruan Meng.

Ever since he woke up from fainting last time...he has inexplicably had this feeling...

Very mysterious...very strange...

Maybe it's really like what his grandfather said, that only by clinging to Aunt Ruan can one survive, so he subconsciously placed Ruan Meng in a particularly important position as an elder?

Ruan Meng did not feel the slightest bit ashamed of Yan Bin's question. Instead, she openly admitted the fact that she skipped classes and even deliberately teased, "I am the oldest in my family."

As for skipping classes, at least you should do what she did and wait until you go to college.

Or maybe you reach a level where no one dares to interfere with what you do.

By the way, Yan Bin’s health...

Ruan Meng suddenly sat next to Yan Bin, grabbed his wrist and took his pulse.

Yan Bin was stunned when he saw this, but he pursed his lips and said nothing, his expression slightly nervous.

He had not had an attack once during this period, and Mr. Yan was also very surprised.

They even began to doubt whether Mohist Feng Shui was so good that it could cure all diseases.

Yan Bin, the little medicine jar, quickly adjusted his mentality and tried not to affect Ruan Meng's pulse diagnosis.

It was not until he noticed that Ruan Meng's brows were getting more and more furrowed, with an inexplicable emotion in her eyes, that Yan Bin could no longer maintain his outward calm and became as nervous as an ordinary 8-year-old child.

"Aunt Ruan... my illness... has..." worsened...

Yan Bin couldn't utter the last few words.

After all, he was just a young child, and he was afraid of death, really afraid.

After a while, Ruan Meng frowned, withdrew his hand, and did not answer Yan Bin's question. He just stared at him straight until Yan Bin's forehead was covered with sweat, and then he withdrew his gaze.

"You are in good health, so don't worry about it." Ruan Meng turned her head and spoke softly, not showing her surprise, which she could not hide, to Yan Bin.

But how could the sensitive and precocious Yan Bin not notice Ruan Meng's obvious emotional fluctuations?

Is he really healthy?

Yan Bin didn't dare to ask, he just secretly wrote this matter down and planned to ask his grandfather quietly.

As expected, the atmosphere between the two became weird, but the tacit understanding was not broken.

After picking up Ruan Anan and his sister, Ruan Meng still didn't want to go home, so she sent a message to Mo Yuting, saying that she was going to take the children out for dinner and asked him to solve dinner by himself.

Mo Yuting, who was looking forward to the evening with great sweetness and happiness, was immediately in a state of thunderstorm after seeing the content of the message. Those subordinates who heard that he was in a good mood and came to him with a bunch of crappy data and crappy projects to report were frozen into popsicles.

That night, Mo Yuting was stopped outside the room as if he had fallen into a trap in a romance drama.

"..."If time could go back, I would like it to stop in the afternoon.