Mr. Yan, Madam Bai Yueguang has also returned to China.

"My aunt just passed away last week, okay?" Meng Zhiyao patted her chest in shock and looked at Yao Lin with disgust, "Do you have any common sense about physiology? How can I be pregnant?"

"It's been more than a week since last week, right?"

"So what if it's more than a week?" Meng Zhiyao thought of something else and said calmly: "We have to take measures every time, okay?"

Yao Lin smiled and touched her arm, "When did you and Gu Tingsen get together? You didn't report the progress to your sisters!"

"You still said it wasn't just to catch the wind for you!" Meng Zhiyao looked annoyed. She would have stopped looking for fresh meat if she had known it, but she was caught by Gu Tingsen.

Later, he carried her home, and in a daze, he ate it up and wiped it clean.

"I'm not the one who called you Xiaoxianrou." Yao Lin put her arm on her shoulder, "My boss seems to be in good physical condition. Are you sure you take measures every time?"

Meng Zhiyao seemed to have thought of something, and her face became a little ugly, "I'm still in a safe period that day, should it be fine?"

"Haven't you heard that safety periods are not necessarily safe?"

Meng Zhiyao looked at Yu Wei anxiously, "Weiwei, please check my pulse and see if I'm pregnant! I don't want to have a baby!"

Yao Lin originally deliberately teased Meng Zhiyao, but when she saw that Yu Wei's face was not very good, she looked at her worriedly, "Wei Wei, what's wrong with you?"

Yu Wei came back to her senses and said, "It's nothing."

She thought about the night with Yan Wenzhou at the beach villa. He deliberately got her drunk and then spent the night being affectionate with her, but then lied to her that nothing had happened.

What on earth does he want to do?

"Weiwei, please help me feel my pulse." Meng Zhiyao stretched out her hand pitifully.

Yu Wei looked at her helplessly, "Yao Lin teased you."

"Stinky Yao Lin, you are playing tricks on me again!" Meng Zhiyao rushed towards Yao Lin, and the two of them got into a fight.

Yu Wei picked up the wine glass and wanted to drink. After hesitating for a few seconds, she put the glass down upset.

It was only a few days late. She couldn't scare herself, but her aunt was always very accurate.

"I'm not pregnant, Weiwei, let's continue drinking!" Meng Zhiyao took the wine glass and clinked it with Yu Wei. Yu Wei pushed the glass away, "I feel sick to my stomach and don't want to drink anymore."

"Why do you suddenly feel sick to your stomach?" Meng Zhiyao looked at the food on the table carefully, "Is the food unclean?"

Seeing that Yu Wei's face was not very good, Yao Lin took the people up and said, "Okay, we're here today. Let's pack up our things and move out."

"But I only had one glass of wine."

"If you haven't had enough, sister will take you to the bar to continue drinking."

Yao Lin took the person away, and the clinic quickly became quiet again.

She could only recall a few scattered fragments about that night, and she was not even sure now whether it was real or just a dream after she was drunk.

She forced herself to calm down. Since Yan Wenzhou planned to marry another woman, he would not treat her like this.

Feast on Wenzhou!

Shen's old house.

As soon as Yan Wenzhou entered the door, a teacup was thrown towards him. The teacup hit his chest and fell to the wooden floor, shattering to pieces.

The tea soaked the clothes on his chest.

"Yan Wenzhou, what do you mean?" Shen Meiling held the photo in her hand, "I ask you, what do these group photos mean? Do you think I am dead? I ask you, do you all think I am dead? !”

Yan Wenzhou patted his chest and walked into the living room, "It's just a few photos, why are you so angry."

"How many group photos?" Shen Meiling gritted her teeth and said, "Are you taking a group photo? You are slapping me in the face! I never dreamed that one day my son, Shen Meiling, would take a group photo with Song Qinghe Yantingsong!"

Shen Meiling threw the photo in her hand at him.

Photos were scattered on the floor.

Above, Song Qinghe and Yan Tingsong were sitting on chairs, with calm faces and gentle smiles.

Yu Wei and Yan Wenzhou stood behind them respectively. Although there were no smiles on their faces, they were very harmonious.

"Are you hoping for my death in your heart?" Shen Meiling suddenly grabbed his collar, her eyes turned red, "If I die, you can justifiably call her mom! With their family of four, and He Meimei, right?"

"mom……"

"Snapped!"

A loud slap hit his face, and Shen Meiling was so angry that she trembled, "How could I forget that your surname is also Yan! His blood is flowing on you, so you will fall in love with that bitch's daughter, you Follow him to disgust me!"

"How am I sorry for you?" Shen Meiling covered her heart, "Yan Wenzhou, I gave birth to you in ten months of pregnancy. Since you were so young, I have taken good care of you as you grow up! I will give you the best in everything! I’m just afraid that you’ll suffer a little bit of injustice!”

Shen Meiling looked at him angrily, "Have I ever done anything to be sorry for you? I love you so much and you are my only hope! So this is how you repay me? You turned me into a joke in the entire imperial capital. !”

"A joke? Who is not a joke now?" Yan Wenzhou took a deep breath, "I just took a photo with them, and you can't stand it anymore. What will you do when Song Qinghe marries into the Yan family?"

"Even if I let her die, I will not let her marry into the Yan family!" Shen Meiling squeezed her palms tightly, "As long as I live for one day, Song Qinghe will never try to overpower me!"

Looking at Shen Meiling's almost crazy expression, Yan Wenzhou felt sad. Maybe some people would never realize that they had made a mistake.

Shen Meiling's expression softened a little and she looked at him coldly, "Don't let this happen again. The wedding is coming soon. Don't make any mistakes at the wedding, you know?"

Looking at his mother's cold expression, Yan Wenzhou looked calm and said, "Don't worry, I will show up at the wedding on time."

At around seven o'clock in the morning, Yu Wei walked into the consulting room. She had not slept all night and looked a little tired.

Qin Nan handed her a thermos cup of hot water as usual. Seeing that her face was not very good, she asked worriedly: "Sister Weiwei, are you okay?"

"I am fine."

"Sister Weiwei, if you feel uncomfortable, don't hold on. Your body is the most important thing."

Yu Wei's eyes darkened a little, and she looked at Qin Nan, "Qin Nan, I do feel a little uncomfortable. Please check my pulse."

Qin Nan was stunned for a moment, then praised her face, "Sister Weiwei, do you have to take the assessment so early in the morning?"

"It's not a test for you."

Yu Wei put her arm on the pulse diagnosis pillow, so Qin Nan had to sit on the chair in front of her and help her feel her pulse. Qin Nan felt for a while and looked at Yu Wei in surprise.

She seemed a little unconvinced and changed her hand.

"Sister Weiwei, why do you feel like...like a happy pulse when I touch it?" Qin Nan said hurriedly, "It must be because I am not good at studying and made a wrong diagnosis."

Yu Wei withdrew her hand expressionlessly, "You really should practice more. I'm going out for something. Wait until I come back and then open the door."

After leaving the clinic, Yu Wei asked her bodyguard to take her to the hospital.

After asking several people to wait in the car, Yu Wei walked directly into the outpatient building, registered, made a bill, paid, and then went to the blood drawing window.

Yu Wei stopped and hesitated. What if she was really pregnant at this time?