Chapter 220

Yan Ximing also turned and asked, "what's the matter, meng'er? Is there something wrong? "

The xipa on Yan Zhimeng's head fell and showed her pale face. Her face was not right, her steps were vain, and she was obviously ill. Burning soul, body leaning forward, face moving. Mrs. Yan came up from her seat, held her and asked with concern, "what's the matter with you, Menger? Are you sick? If you get sick... "

It's a bad omen that the marriage is ill. Yan Duan soul glanced at Yan Zhimeng's pale face, stood up and said, "ming'er, take meng'er to the side room first and let the ghost woman diagnose and treat it. Take it easy, everyone. "

After Yan Zhimeng was helped out, Mrs. Yan, who was not at ease, hurried to follow. Yan duanhun frowned, raised his hand and said with a smile: "take this opportunity, we might as well talk about the strange news and strange things we have seen since this time. How about having fun together?"

When the patriarch spoke, the originally dull atmosphere immediately became active again. In the side room, Yan Zhimeng sat quietly on the chair. Yan Zhimeng and Mrs. Yan asked East and West. She just shook her head, because even she didn't know why her body had such a violent reaction just now.

Soon, an old woman who was too old to see her age, short and skinny came in on crutches. She has a hunchback and wrinkles all over her face, such as aging bark. Her two turbid eyes have been squeezed by wrinkles and can hardly be seen. There are only two narrow gaps left, and she is dressed in black. At first glance, she looks like that ugly ghost. Seeing her coming in, Yan Ximing immediately stepped aside and said, "ghost woman, Menger suddenly got sick on her wedding. Please help me diagnose and treat it."

"I dare not delay my marriage." The ghost woman's voice was like the sound made by the friction of two pieces of bark. It was very ugly. Her eyes swept Yan Zhimeng's face. She was suspicious. She went forward, stretched out a dry finger and pressed it on her wrist. It was clear in her heart in a moment. Hei hei smiled and said: "the young Lord is wrong. The young Lord's wife is not ill, but happy. Hei Hei hei, Congratulations, Congratulations, mother. "

Yanzhi dream heard the speech, her whole body was stiff, and her originally pale face was pale for a moment. A hand consciously put it in her lower abdomen and gently protected it there. The screen behind her widened her eyes. In her eyes, more was not surprise, but panic.

The ghost woman's laughter sounded particularly gloomy, but it made Mrs. Yan smell the sound of nature. She said with great joy: "so... Great, really great. Meng'er, ming'er's father and I have always been inconvenient to force you to get married earlier because you are the last blood of the Meiyin family. I didn't expect you to have been... We were really worried for nothing. Ming'er, when did you... "

The smile on Mrs. Yan's face slowly disappeared, because Yan Ximing's whole body was trembling slightly, her eyes were gloomy, and it was difficult to see the extreme in Tieqing's face, just like swallowing countless live flies at once, her heart suddenly clicked.

After a hundred years, the old woman became a ghost and a spirit. She immediately found that the atmosphere was wrong. She immediately laughed and said, "I'll prepare some fetal pills first." Then he left step by step with a crutch.

Yan Ximing clenched her fists and stared at Yan Zhimeng. Her eyes almost burst out fire. He gnashed his teeth and asked, "whose... Who... Who is that person!!"

In order to respect her and completely capture her heart, he has never infringed on her in the past five years. He hasn't even touched her clothes, just for the dignity of her Meiyin royal family. He never thought... Yanzhimeng had children with others without his knowledge... No man could bear this humiliation. The arrogant yanximing couldn't bear it. If his mother wasn't on his side, he would have gone crazy at this time.

He suddenly found that his persistence in the past five years was so ridiculous that he wanted to laugh up.

"Dream! What's the matter? Are you... Are you... "

"Adoptive mother... Sorry..." Yan Zhimeng bit her lips and said difficultly. Just when she was ready to forget ye Wuchen, forget everything and live only for the hatred she remembered in her heart, God unexpectedly gave her a little life so untimely, and the deeply buried love string at the bottom of her heart suddenly woke up again at this moment. At this moment, her mood is so complicated that she can't explain it. The faint surprise, the faint hesitation, and the deep fear... In this situation, she knows what the emergence of this little life means.

When she got the answer from Yanzhi dream, Mrs. Yan's last fantasy was disillusioned, and her joy turned into grief and anger. She pointed to Yanzhi dream and gasped: "you... How can you do such a thing, you..." her chest fluctuated violently, and she couldn't say a word in her excitement.

"That man... Who is it, who is it!!" Yan Ximing's face twisted and terrible, like a violent beast, roared angrily. Immediately, a person's shadow appeared in his brain. He said in a low and calm voice: "is it... Is it ye Wuchen!"

In humiliation and rage, his brain began to recall all kinds of abnormalities after Yan Zhimeng's return. Her contact with others could only be the days when she approached ye Wuchen, but immediately, he rejected himself: "no, it won't be him... Otherwise he will die, and you should die! Tell me, who is that man? Tell me! "

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