Spatial System: Make money by dressing like a superb mother-in-law

"Why?" Mu Yanqing wanted to tell the whole world that Sister Tan belonged to him.

"I was a widow who remarried and found someone who was much younger than me, and the wedding banquet became the focus.

Marriage is a joy and you don't want other people to ruin it. "Tan Zhengran is also unwilling to have conflicts and quarrels with Mu Yanqing over this matter in the future.

"Whoever talks about Sister Tan, I will go to that person to settle the score."

"How to settle the score? Beat him up and let him blackmail you? It's the most convenient and worry-free if you don't do it." Tan Zhengran insisted on his opinion.

After Mu Yanqing thought for a while, he acquiesced to Tan Zhengran's choice.

"Sister Tan, when will I move into your house?" Mu Yanqing wanted to live in tonight.

"No rush, I'll take it easy.

After living alone for more than ten years, I am not quite used to having an extra you. "Tan Zhengran is calmer than Mu Yan and thinks more.

Mu Yanqing was slightly disappointed, what's wrong with Sister Tan?He's very adaptable, super adaptable.

His desire to marry a wife has never been so strong.

Mu Yanqing respects Tan Zhengran's decision, she can do it whenever Sister Tan says.

"You don't have any illnesses, right?" Tan Zhengran wanted to ask Mu Yanqing if he didn't use a certain place for many years, is it still working?

She couldn't ask if it was too revealing.

"No, what aspect is Sister Tan referring to?" Mu Yanqing asked, was Sister Tan hinting at him?

"In all respects, if you are sick, you will be cured, and you don't need to hide it."

Mu Yanqing looked down at his lower body and said, "Sister Tan, I'm very healthy."

He hasn't used it for many years, which doesn't mean he can't use it.

"Take a pulse." Tan Zhengran said lightly.

Whether there is a problem with the body, the doctor has the final say.

Tan Zhengran insisted, so Mu Yanqing had no choice but to go to the doctor's office to get his pulse.

The sitting doctor in the medical hall is an old man with white hair.

The doctor stroked his gray beard with his left hand, and Mu Yanqing's veins with his right hand to diagnose his pulse.

After a while, leave a sentence that you are not sick.

"Doctor, please write me a certificate." Mu Yanqing got up and said.

"What?" The doctor was dumbfounded by the question. He has been sitting in court for more than 30 years, and no one stipulates to issue a certificate. Why?

"Please doctor write down the words I'm not sick on the rice paper."

The doctor silently distanced himself from Mu Yanqing, his pulse diagnosis was quite normal, why did he look like his brain was kicked by a donkey?

Confused, the doctor still picked up a brush and wrote the words "I'm not sick" on the rice paper that usually prescribes medicines.

He handed it to Mu Yanqing, thinking it was outrageous.

A handsome young man with a brain problem.

Mu Yanqing, who was misunderstood as abnormal, went to Tan Zhengran with the proof in his hand.

Tan Zhengran is rarely in a leisurely mood, watering the flowers with a watering can.

Suddenly a hand appeared in front of him, holding a blank sheet of paper.

After Tan Zhengran turned around and saw that it was Mu Yanqing, he took the white paper in his hand and opened it to read.

I am not sick.

Tan Zhengran read the content above and put it aside.

"Sister Tan, the doctor said I'm fine." Mu Yanqing was impatient.

"The doctor is really serious and responsible." Tan Zhengran has never seen any doctor write that I am fine to the person who went to feel the pulse. Does the doctor suspect that Mu Yanqing is mentally abnormal?

"Me too, Sister Tan put away the paper." Mu Yanqing reminded.

It is related to whether his body is healthy and cannot be sloppy.

"No need? I just know." Why does Tan Zhengran feel that Tibetan paper is too stupid?

"Sister Tan, this means that I am in good health." Mu Yanqing insisted.

Tan Zhengran thought it was a big deal, and the two expressed their opinions.

When they couldn't argue, Mu Yanqing put the rice paper on the table in an obvious place, so Sister Tan could see it whenever she wanted to.

The paper is there, proving that his health is there.

Tan Zhengran wanted to stop him, but just as soon as he opened his mouth, he closed his mouth again.

Mu Yanqing can do whatever he wants, maybe he was stimulated by it somewhere.

If she forcibly stops her, what will happen if her condition worsens?

"Do you know what this is?" Tan Zhengran raised a thumb and shook it in front of Mu Yanqing.

"One finger, what's wrong?

Miss Tan, do your fingers hurt?I rubbed it for Sister Tan, and Sister Tan died. "Mu Yanqing held Tan Zhengran's hand and blew on Tan Zhengran's raised finger.

Tan Zhengran looked back and forth between his fingers and Mu Yanqing.

Fingers probably never imagined that one day fingers could enjoy this kind of treatment.

Tan Zhengran gave up resisting and let Mu Yanqing blow her fingers.

"With this bill, Sister Tan, can I move in early?" Mu Yanqing had expectations in his eyes.

"No, just do it step by step." Tan Zhengran refused.

What she said yesterday, but she agrees with today, her words don't really count.

"Sister Tan, put away the paper and don't throw it away."

Tan Zhengran held his forehead, who would steal a piece of paper that I am not sick?

She would not have expected that such an ordinary piece of blank paper would really disappear.

In one night, where can the paper be thrown?Tan Zhengran searched back and forth near the flowers.

If she had known that this thing would disappear out of thin air, she would put it away no matter what.

Mu Yanqing came to the house as a guest, and asked about the whereabouts of that piece of paper, how should he explain it?

Tan Zhengran found Meng Dacong and asked him to write the three characters "I'm not sick" on the rice paper. Meng Dacong refused to write for a long time.

"Da Cong, mother told you to write, why don't you write?" Tan Zhengran looked at Meng Dacong who was in a daze.

"Mom, am I not sick? Why write it?" Meng Dacong was suspicious.

"You're useful, just write it." Tan Zhengran urged, who knows if Mu Yanqing will suddenly launch an attack?

Meng Dacong still refused to write, if people saw him writing, would they call him stupid?

He struggled, and finally chose to write.

Meng Dacong wrote the three words "I'm not sick, I'm not sick." No matter how I look at it, I can't understand those three words.

What good people write it for?As a result, he is also afraid of being scolded?

"Is mother not in good health?" Can the big devil worry that Tan Zhengran's health will go wrong?

"No, your mother is very strong and I'm not sick." Tan Zhengran explained.

That looks like a beating, and it has nothing to do with a trick.

Meng Dacong obviously didn't believe it, and his mother had a lot of self-esteem, so she was too embarrassed to mention it.

He had no choice but to find Meng Dayan and said, "Is there something wrong with my mother's health?"

"No problem." Meng Dayan replied simply.

"I can't, my mother is fine, if it's fine, let me write a note saying that I'm not sick to warn her."

"Mother is fine, Second Brother is too worried." Meng Dayan still said the same thing.

"Why don't you take your mother to the clinic?" Meng Dacong asked.

"Mother, you are more energetic than us, so you don't need to look." Meng Dayan insisted on his opinion.

Seems to make sense, but still very scary.

Meng Dacong thought that it was impossible to go home more, now that he was so close, it was clear at a glance whether there was any problem with his mother.

Meng Dacong felt that Tan Zhengran had a physical problem, but he was embarrassed to admit it to them.

He treats his mother carelessly, is busy with his own small house on weekdays, and says to visit his mother more when he has time, but he never fulfills it once.

Will mother be disappointed in him?Just talk with your mouth every time.

"Father died early, I don't want mother to leave us." Meng Dacong sighed.

"Mother won't, second brother, don't scare yourself."