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11. I am actually an infertile patient

"What?" Three screams sounded!

Lin Xi'an, Yuan Ruicun, and Gu Xiaobai screamed at the same time.

"I don't allow you to go." The first thing that objected was Gu Xiaobai. Gu Xiaobai's voice was disdainful and worried: "Why did you make enough daughters for dead people and then go to be mothers for living people??"

"Although I never thought that Mommy could be so noble, she still fell below my bottom line!" Yuan Ruicun's cold and noble expression could no longer be maintained, pointing at Lin Xi'an and shouting, "I refuse."

Lin Xi'an looked at the figures big and small in front of him and expressed his own opinion: "I am actually an infertile patient."

Half an hour ago

"Brother, I think my sister-in-law is very special, and she is very changed in the wind!" On the way to the market, Yuan Junqian kept chattering: "No wonder he can let Grandpa give up Miss Han and choose her to be your fiancée. By the way, I think she is very similar to the woman who was sent to her brother's room five years ago."

"Second Young Master, now it is an extraordinary moment. If Miss An An as the only witness of her last words, the last words witness will be more unfavorable to the second young master and even the entire Yuan family. It even brings unpredictable consequences." Atai's low voice rang.

"Besides, according to the second master's methods, if we want Miss An to change her mind, we cannot be careful. Unless there is a reason to guarantee that Miss An will always be by your side!"

"She is my sister-in-law, of course she will always be by my brother." Yuan Junqian was naturally influenced, and then she thought of something with a relieved expression: "Yes! Let my sister-in-law move into the Yuan family, the real Mrs. Yuan appeared, and let the woman named Han who had been sticking to her brother's side go to the ghost!"

Yuan Jincheng didn't say anything, his deep black eyes flowed, and he remembered the extremely faint scar on his slender abdomen when the woman jumped out of a group of mentally ill patients in an instant. Others might not pay attention to it, but Yuan Jincheng's half-life military military service could roughly understand what caused the wound and how long it had passed by just a glance from a distance.

This woman is very repulsive, and almost all women are attracted by the position of Mrs. Yuan’s young lady.

There are many reasons, the man she once loved? The young child she couldn't let go of? He was not interested in knowing the reason. All he wanted was that she would not cause trouble for him. He had no attachment to Mrs. Yuan's position.

Half an hour later

Lin Xi'an sat in Lincoln, which was extended to bulletproof, and watched the car slowly drive into a magnificent, solemn and majestic manor. People would involuntarily be infected by the solemnity and solemnity in it, as if there were invisible rules and rules running during the period, and even the most cynical people would subconsciously restrain themselves and respect.

The overall heavy and rigorous style of the Middle Ages is staggered and meticulous, as if it has been rigorously calculated. If you have a little understanding of military deployment, you can see that the entire building is the perfect peak in the military.

The bunker, machine gun position, blasting platform, etc. are cleverly integrated with daily landscape construction, and the layout makes use of the entire building to the extreme. Even ordinary people who are completely amateurs can feel the oppression that penetrates their bones.

A few steps and one guard can be seen everywhere, with straight figures, serious look, and even the posture of holding the butt stock is neat and uniform. When the pure black Lincoln passed by, the guards stood at the first place wherever they went. The sharp and awe in their eyes were like a stunning look even if they passed by!

There is also a faint calm and dull bell scattering away from the entire manor, carrying solemn and ancient power, shaping the solemnity and oppression of the entire space. Such a scene, if it is a medical quarrel, is definitely an experience that even dare not even dream of dreaming!
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