Mu Wenjiao in the room was stunned.

At this time, I was happy and surprised, and all kinds of complicated emotions came up.

She had been here for more than half a month, and she had always wanted to see Yan Qianyin, but when he suddenly appeared, she didn't know what to do or say.

"How do you feel about your health?" Yan Qianyin had already walked around the screen and walked in. Her expression was calm and there was no wave in her eyes.

Mu Wenjiao's heart skipped a beat.

"Very good." Mu Wenjiao quickly replied.

She had actually made psychological preparations. After all, Yan Qianyin had been sent to the countryside since she was a child, and there was no contact between them. When Yan Qianyin returned to Yan Mansion, she did not see him because of the obstruction of Yan Jiancheng, Tang Liyun and others. But it still feels uncomfortable to see such a distant attitude.

Yan Qianyin walked over and sat beside the bed, reached out to take Mu Wenjiao's hand, and carefully checked her pulse: "It's indeed not bad, but I still need to continue taking medicine and recuperate."

The toxins in the body have not been completely eliminated.

But she didn't tell Mu Wenjiao about this, because she was already trying to find out who was responsible for the poison.

"Qingqing, do you know medical skills?" Mu Wenjiao couldn't find the words to say, so she had to follow what Yan Qianyin was doing and ask.

Qingqing is Yan Qianyin's nickname. She knows it, but no one has ever called her that.

"Well, I know a little bit." Yan Qianyin replied calmly.

"Qingqing...it's my mother who is sorry for you. She has no ability...I..."

Before Mu Wenjiao finished her sentence, she was interrupted by Yan Qianyin: "I know your difficulties, and I don't blame you. You did what you could do. Don't take the past to heart."

She said this because the original owner did not feel any resentment towards Mu Wenjiao.

When Yan Jiancheng was doing business, he met Mu Wenjiao, who grew up in the countryside, had no experience in the world and was simple. He asked several times to bring Mu Wenjiao back to Yan's house, but unfortunately he didn't cherish it after he got it. Mu Wenjiao also Because she was raised in a weak temperament and was not willing to fight for anything, she was crushed by Tang Liyun who came in from behind.

Moreover, because some fortune tellers said that the original owner was the nemesis of the Yan family and would bring disaster to the Yan family, their attitude towards Mu Wenjiao and the original owner was even worse.

Mu Wenjiao begged that the original owner be sent to the countryside instead of finding an excuse to let him fend for himself.

Mu Wenjiao's worries were dispelled by Yan Qianyin's words: "I heard from Yueyan that you are talking to your father about making peace with me."

"Are you willing? If you are not willing..." Yan Qianyin asked.

In the end, it still depends on Mu Wenjiao's own decision.

"I do, of course I do!" Mu Wenjiao immediately replied: "When I was lying in the coffin, I thought I was going to be suffocated to death. At that time, I hated my own incompetence. But now that I can survive, I can still I am happy and grateful to see you, Qingqing. If I can never go back to the Yan family, of course I am willing."

After dying once, many things can be figured out.

Yan Qianyin must have had a hard time saving her, so she can no longer be weak, she must shoulder the responsibility of being a mother!

"Okay." Yan Qianyin responded.

"But will your father agree?"

Yan Qianyin did not answer immediately.

Since she lives in this place, she should try to abide by some rules, but if there is no need to abide by them, then she will not worry about anything.

"Leave these to me, then have a good rest. I'll come see you when I have time." After Yan Qianyin finished speaking, he left.

"Qingqing, wait a minute..." Mu Wenjiao hurriedly called her, but the next moment, she was suddenly shocked.

Tap the screen to use advanced tools Tip: You can use left and right keyboard keys to browse between chapters.

You'll Also Like