Nine Zero Little Daughter-in-law

Yan Wanqing hates being threatened by others, and even more hates that someone uses her to achieve some inhuman purpose.

Coincidentally, Mary did all the things she hated.

The smile on Yan Wanqing's face became brighter and brighter, "I didn't say I would reject you, why did you say such harsh words?"

Yan Wanqing's smile was a compromise in Mary's eyes.

Her vanity was satisfied, and she looked at Yan Wanqing proudly, "It's best if you promise, I won't treat you badly after this matter is completed, and I will give you whatever you want."

In the latter sentence, Mary emphasized her tone.

She was telling Yan Wanqing that as long as she was like her, she would be like her.

On Yan Wanqing's pretty face, nothing but a smile could be seen, "Okay."

Yan Zhengqing, who was following the two of them, asked suspiciously, "Jiang Mo, what are they talking about?"

Jiang Mo's eyes were dim, and his magnetic voice was deep, "I didn't say anything good."

Although Yan Wanqing was smiling, the temperature in her eyes was cold, Jiang Mo knew she was angry.

Too far away, Jiang Mo couldn't hear the voice, and couldn't tell what the two were talking from the shape of their mouths.

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The person guarding the door saw Mary and said respectfully, "Miss Mary."

Mary nodded slightly, "Is Madam in there?"

"Madam has been waiting for you for a long time."

Just as they were talking, a car stopped in front of the two of them, and the driver in the driver's seat respectfully said, "Miss Mary, madam asked me to take you in."

The person in the passenger seat got down and opened the door, "Please."

Yan Wanqing sat in the car with Mary. She looked at the dignified Mary and asked, "Is Teacher Mary on good terms with the owner?"

"Why do you ask?"

"People here treat you with respect."

As if she was the hostess here.

Mary sneered and raised her head proudly, "Because I'm worth it."

Yan Wanqing raised her eyebrows, secretly suppressed all doubts, and looked at the scenery outside.

The car stopped, and a woman in a burgundy dress, with delicately arranged hair and precious jewelry came out. She enthusiastically took Mary's arm, "Mary, you're here."

"Has Auntie been waiting for a long time?"

"I've been waiting for you since I got the call from you."

The two walked inside talking and laughing, their intimate gestures were like a pair of sisters, completely forgetting Yan Wanqing who was following behind.

Yan Wanqing didn't care, and leisurely followed behind the two of them.

Mary only remembered Yan Wanqing when she was about to enter the living room, and she patted her forehead annoyedly, "Look at my memory, I forgot to introduce you, this is Yan Wanqing, a doctor of Chinese medicine I invited to give Wen Jing a baby."

Madam He looked back at Yan Wanqing, frowned, "She doesn't look very old, are you sure she knows medical skills?"

"Ma'am, don't underestimate Yan Wanqing. Although she is young, she has a lot of experience. With her around, the child in Wen Jing's womb will be fine."

The two exchanged a look in mid-air, and Mrs. He reluctantly believed it.

But she still didn't take Yan Wanqing seriously, and called a little maid casually, "Xiaoyan, take this doctor whose surname... I forgot to go to the backyard to see the young mistress, and I will catch up with Mary."

Xiaoyan came out from the corner in a whisper, "Please follow me."

Yan Wanqing smiled neither humble nor overbearing, and went to the backyard with Xiaoyan.

An ambulance was parked at the gate of the backyard.

Yan Wanqing asked: "Why is there an ambulance here? Did something happen to your young mistress?"

Xiaoyan explained: "The young mistress was just pregnant, and the master and the young master arranged for an ambulance. If the young mistress is in danger, they will take her to the hospital immediately."

"You master and young master are very kind to young mistress."

"Of course, our young mistress' natal family has a strong background. Even if they don't arrange these things, the young mistress' natal family will arrange them."

The He family did these things ahead of them, and they could gain a good impression.

What else did Yan Wanqing want to ask, they had already walked to the door.

Xiaoyan lowered her voice, "The doctor said that the young mistress needs to rest, so loud noises are not allowed, let alone bouncing around."

Yan Wanqing asked almost silently: "I heard from Mary that there are two family doctors who take care of the young mistress here, aren't they here?"

"They're on the second floor, and young mistress is on the first floor." Xiaoyan said, "I'll go over and pass on a message, just wait for me."

Yan Wanqing stood in the hall, looking around silently.

This is a small two-story building. Although the decoration here is not as luxurious as the front, it is full of the elegant taste of the hostess, which makes people feel very comfortable.

And it is very quiet here, even the sound of a needle falling can be heard.

A man in a white coat came in from the outside. When he saw Yan Wanqing, he paused, "What do you do?"

Yan Wanqing's face was very strange, the doctor had never seen her before.

Yan Wanqing: "I was invited by Mrs. He as a guest."

The doctor snorted, and when passing by her, Yan Wanqing keenly heard her snort.

Yan Wanqing: "..."

Does he look down on her, or Mrs. He?

Xiaoyan walked over lightly, "Young Mistress let you in."

Yan Wanqing's first impression when she saw the young mistress of the He family was that the years were peaceful.

Her bedroom is spacious and bright, with a bouquet of perfumed lilies by the window, and the white gauze curtain blows through, bursts of floral fragrance blowing towards her face.

Wen Jing heard footsteps and turned her head, "Doctor Yan."

Wen Jing's fair skin and delicate facial features give people the feeling of a gentle woman in a water town in the south of the Yangtze River.

Yan Wanqing nodded slightly, "Mrs. He."

Wen Jing smiled: "You don't need to call me Young Mistress, I think you are younger than me, just call me Sister Wen Jing."

The quiet voice is like a flowing stream, refreshing and comfortable.

"Sister Wen Jing."

"You were introduced by Mary, should she tell you about my situation?"

"She didn't say too much. If you can, you can stretch out your hand and I'll take a pulse for you."

Wen Jing stretched out her hand, Yan Wanqing's slender fingers landed on her wrist, Wen Jing looked at Yan Wanqing anxiously, "How is it?"

Yan Wanqing smiled reassuringly, "Stick out your tongue."

Stick out your tongue quietly and obediently.

Wen Jing's tongue is very light in color, with a thin white coating, but her pulse is very disordered.

Yan Wanqing had a rough guess in her heart.

She withdrew her hand, "Have you been bleeding recently, and the color is dark red?"

"Correct."

There was a bit of panic on Wen Jing's face, "The doctor prescribed me some medicine, but it still occurs after I take it. What's the matter?"

Yan Wanqing's face was cold and cold, "It's a harbinger of miscarriage."

Yan Wanqing was afraid that Wen Jing would panic, so she didn't tell her that there might be toxins in her body.