Meng Mingxuan didn't expect that Mr. Yan would shut out her and Yan Mojiu.
The door of the ward was closed and the old housekeeper stood at the door with his eyes wide open.
"Brother Jiu, are we here too late? Grandpa is angry." Meng Mingxuan looked at Yan Mojiu with some resentment. She said she would come to see grandpa first, but he insisted on doing that.
Yan Mojiu lightly scratched her palm with his fingers, "Grandpa is not so narrow-minded."
"..." Meng Mingxuan expressed great doubt about this.
Yan Mojiu looked at the old butler beside him, "What's going on?"
The old butler let out an "ah" sound, as if recalling a past.
After a long while, he slowly said, "The old man didn't let me tell you that the master was here."
“…”
“…”
What's the difference between this and telling 깊놋?
The old housekeeper seemed to realize that he had said something wrong and tapped his lips. "Look at me, you old fool, I let the cat out of the bag."
“…”
“…”
Meng Mingxuan held back her laughter as she walked into the ward with Yan Mojiu. The door of the ward was not locked at all and opened as soon as she turned the knob.
Old Man Yan was lying on the hospital bed, with his back to the door and the quilt pulled up high.
"Grandpa, I miss you so much. I brought you some new tea from Lincheng. I had someone pick it myself. I'll ask the housekeeper to prepare it so you can brew it and drink it." Meng Mingxuan ran to the bedside and held Grandpa Yan's hand as if nothing had happened.
"I thought you picked it yourself." Old Master Yan knew that the old housekeeper would stab him in the back, so he sat up slowly.
"Then Brother Jiu can't bear to do it." Meng Mingxuan shook her head. Even when she picked roses from the garden, Brother Jiu was afraid that she would get pricked by the thorns, so he would pick and trim the thorns for her before handing the flowers to her.
Old Master Yan glanced at Yan Mojiu with a complicated look.
"What did he say to devastate you like this?" Yan Mojiu pulled out a chair and sat down.
Mr. Yan remained silent, but his shrewd old eyes were slightly moist.
"Grandpa." Meng Mingxuan suddenly wanted to hug Grandpa Yan.
The old man had spent half his life serving the country, and the peace of future generations was won by heroes like them. Even if he didn't like her at first, she wouldn't care.
When Meng Mingxuan really did this, she was pulled back by Yan Mojiu.
"?"
"Holding hands is not enough, but you also hugged me. Do you think I'm a very generous person?"
Meng Mingxuan opened her eyes: "This is grandpa."
"It's grandma who can consider it."
“…”
Old Master Yan was so angry that he laughed, "You are such a bastard that you are so angry that you want to kill me."
“There’s nothing I can do about it. It’s inherited from my ancestors.” Yan Mo said nine times.
"..." This statement cannot be refuted.
Yan Mojiu looked at Old Man Yan's unhealthy face and realized that he was really sick this time.
He paused, "Whatever he says, the old man doesn't have to care."
"What if it has something to do with your mother?" Old Master Yan looked at him, his voice as solemn as the sound of war.
Yan Mojiu was silent for a moment. "My mother has always been by my side. She left after I grew up. I know everything I should know."
Mr. Yan suddenly said sourly, "So she never blamed me."
“No.”
Just like Qin Changan is not the fatal link in the butterfly effect, neither is the old man.
The person who caused his mother's life tragedy was Yan Zheng.
Meng Mingxuan felt that her ninth brother did not comfort the old man very much, but the fact was that the old man did not get her comfort and hug, but was coaxed by her ninth brother.
When she and Yan Mojiu left, the old man obediently ate dinner, but the old housekeeper said that the old man had not eaten properly for three days and would not listen, as if he was on a hunger strike.
Master Yan was very angry and glared at the old housekeeper who had complained.
The old housekeeper escorted Meng Mingxuan and Yan Mojiu out of the ward and said with a smile, "Fortunately, the young master came up with a solution, otherwise the old man would have starved himself to death."
Yan Mojiu glanced sideways, "Are you flattering me or are you kidding me?"
The old man could die in battle, but he would never starve to death.
“Neither.”
The old butler was extremely humble and said, "I'm just trying to find something to say."
“…”
…
Qin Changan, like Meng Mingxuan, asked Yan Mojiu about Haicheng and got the same answer.
After the call was hung up, the bodyguards around Qin Changan tensed their muscles and subconsciously took a step aside.
This is a sign that the Third Young Master is about to get angry.
'Bang'!
Without Meng Mingyou, Qin Changan stood up and overturned the entire mahogany tea table, and tea sets and other items fell to the ground.
"What, what are you doing, what's going on?"
Qin Chen just walked in. He was startled and ran away quickly, looking at Qin Changan nervously.
Third brother's legs are in the critical recovery period, so he didn't use his legs to kick, right?
The bodyguard at the side saw the worry of the young master and whispered, "The third young master lifted it with his hands."
Qin Chen breathed a sigh of relief. That's okay.
"I'm going to Haicheng."
Haicheng?
Oh, it’s my sister-in-law’s hometown, so who offended my sister-in-law?
Qin Chen climbed onto Qin Changan's shoulder affectionately, "Why should I go out in person? Tell me and I'll beat him up."
"Beat him?" Qin Changan sneered, his eyes showing undisguised sinisterness, "I want him dead!"
“…”
This matter cannot be more serious.
Qin Chen's smile disappeared, and he withdrew his hand. "In a society ruled by law, we cannot kill people. Think more about your sister-in-law and Beibei. No one wants to have a murderous demon around them, right?"
If the other party is really extremely evil, it is understandable to deal with him on the edge, but it is not good to cross the line.
"That idiot has three legs." Qin Changan calmed down.
Qin Chen smiled secretly, it was indeed useless to mention his brother's wife and niece.
He climbed onto Qin Changan's shoulder again, "So no matter what the other party does, all three legs will be crippled?"
"This is not something you should ask." Qin Changan's face darkened slightly.
“…”
It's not a formality.
However, it is not difficult to guess that, as long as it did not reach the stage of actual murder, at most it was just the fulfillment of ill intentions.
Otherwise, his hot-tempered brother would have led people to Haicheng to kill the other party.
"Okay, I won't ask, but you have to tell me the other person's name."
"The nephew of Kang Yuan, the second-in-command of Haicheng."
"What if Kang Yuan doesn't have a nephew?"
"All of them are useless."
“…”
The other nephews are so innocent.
Qin Chen clenched his fist and coughed lightly, "Okay, I'll go to Haicheng with your second brother."
Even if he has many nephews, there should be only one who can allow Kang Yuan to save Meng Mingyou from suffering injustice.
It’s very easy to check.
Qin Changan returned to Jinli Garden as if nothing had happened and told Meng Mingyou that he asked Qin Chen to release Xu Yuhe and Yan Shaoxiang, mother and son, without mentioning a word about other things.
Meng Mingyou looked at him and felt that he was in a bad mood, but he didn't ask any more questions.
In the evening, Meng Mingxuan came over to play with Beibei for a while, and then went back to her villa to rest.
Meng Mingxuan took her time taking a shower, and after she was drying her hair, Yan Mojiu took her into the quilt.
"You used to nag me to sleep with you, but now you start to get tired of me sleeping with you."
“…”
Meng Mingxuan was amused by him and raised her head to kiss him.
Yan Mojiu was easy to coax, and soon he held her waist and kissed her more deeply, pouring all his strong emotions into their intimate entanglement.
When the two of them separated in a hot mood, Yan Mojiu rubbed her forehead with his hand, his voice a little hoarse, "Sister, start now."
ah?
Meng Mingxuan regained her lost sanity and looked at him with her eyes open.
What are you doing?
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