Adorable baby: The miracle doctor’s mother is too hard to seduce

Where is her jade pendant?

It was given to her by her parents when she got married and told her to keep it well, so she always wore it.

During this period, she was groggy. Because she couldn't take a bath, Yue Yan helped her wipe her body, so she didn't care whether the jade pendant was still on her body. If she hadn't just wanted to give Yan Qianyin the only thing she owned now, she would have Can not remember.

But what about the jade pendant? Did it fall off?

"What's wrong?" Yan Qianyin turned around and asked.

"No, it's nothing." Mu Wenjiao put down her hand on her collar and said with a forced smile, "I just haven't talked to you enough yet, but if you have something to do, go ahead and do it."

"Well, have a good rest." Yan Qianyin closed the door and left.

After waiting for the person to leave, Mu Wenjiao searched on the bed again, but still found nothing.

Maybe it fell into the Yan family.

Mu Wenjiao felt sorry.

But she was already dragging Yan Qianyin down and didn't want her to have any more trouble. If Yan Qianyin went to the Yan family for a jade pendant, she really felt it wasn't worth it.

Might as well forget it.

Mu Wenjiao lay back down again and began to think about the meeting and conversation she had just had with Yan Qianyin.

Although the relationship between the two is still a bit unfamiliar, she is very content and can slowly get along with each other in the future.

Qingdu City is not very lively at night, but there is one place where singing and dancing are happening.

The lights in Tianxiang Tower are brightly lit, the incense is scattered everywhere, and the smell of wine is full.

Zhang Bei was sitting in the private room, drinking.

Yan Yunshu being taken away was nothing to worry about for him. He even felt better without the woman who made him look depressed. It also saved him from having to deal with the body at home after his death.

And I heard from the servants that Yan Qianyin also brought a few officers and soldiers, so there was no need for him to mix it up. If he had the time, he might as well drink flower wine.

"Mr. Zhang, I heard that your wife was taken away, why don't you go find her and bring her back?" The woman snuggled next to Zhang Bei and handed her a glass.

"What are you looking for!" Zhang Bei replied drunkenly.

"After all, she is also your wife. Is it possible to reconcile?" The woman handed over another glass of wine.

Zhang Bei did not refuse anyone who came, and poured down one cup after another: "That's not true. We married back from the Zhang family, why do we want to divorce? We are going to die anyway, so there is no need to bother. Humph! Let us tell you..."

Halfway through the words, Zhang Bei waved his hand: "Forget it, let's not talk about that. Anyway, getting along with Li will give her an advantage."

Hearing this, the woman's eyes moved slightly and she winked at the others: "Mr. Liu, since she is about to die, why are you leaving her to occupy the position of the second wife of the Zhang family? Why don't you marry a beautiful one again? Moreover, she died with the name of the Zhang family, even if she was not in the Zhang family, she was considered to have brought bad luck to the Zhang family."

"Yes, Mr. Zhang, what are you doing with a dying person like this?"

"You are right!" Zhang Bei was coaxed by the charming voice, and his head became hot, and he slammed the table: "divorce my wife! I will write a divorce letter now!"

"Mr. Zhang, it's Heli. This will make you look magnanimous, sir, and give yourself a good reputation. She left the house on her own, and you treat her so well. There will definitely be many girls who will admire you, sir." The woman said. coaxed.

"Yes! Yes! Heli, write Heli's book, paper and pen!" As soon as Zhang Bei finished shouting, paper and pen were immediately placed on the table.

"Mr. Zhang, just write your name here and press your fingerprint." The woman pointed to a place with a smile.

Zhang Bei paused as he picked up the pen, squinting at the words on the paper in front of him.