"Grandma, I'm serious." Sheng Muhan also put a piece of shrimp on her plate.

Every time he fell ill, he would faint, so it was up to the old lady to decide whether to transfuse blood.

Although he doesn't like the little fool and doesn't feel sorry for her, it's a bit inappropriate to always draw her blood. How is it different from the rumored vampire?
Mrs. Sheng saw that he was telling the truth, she put down her chopsticks again and sighed faintly: "Mu Han, if you don't need the blood of the Gu family sisters, what's the point of marrying them? You don't need to change them again." What kind of wife? Our Sheng family doesn't like women from small families like the sisters of the Gu family."

Gu Xintong had just stepped down two flights of stairs when she heard Mrs. Sheng's words.

Her footsteps paused unconsciously, and what Sheng Jiajia described last night as Jiang Xin was a toad came to mind.

Sure enough, in the eyes of the Sheng family, a girl from a small family like Jiang Xin is a toad, and she is not worthy of marrying into the Sheng family.

So Sheng Jingrong never really loved Jiang Xin, and never thought about marrying her!

"But grandma..." Sheng Muhan was silent for a few seconds before saying, "I still want to marry Gu Meiting."

"I agree, but since she has become your wife, she must be with you, isn't she?"

"Grandma, the little fool's blood was drawn before because of the exchange of interests, but Gu Meiting is the one I really want to marry. You let me, as a husband, draw your own wife's blood. Isn't that too much?"

"Of course you don't care. Every time outside the emergency room, it's me and your grandfather who are so anxious that every second counts like a year."

Mrs. Sheng said in a bad mood: "If you don't want to draw her blood again, then you should cooperate with the doctor to take medicine and rest, so as to avoid getting sick again."

Sheng Muhan wanted to say something more, when suddenly Sheng Jiajia's voice came from the restaurant door: "Little fool, where is the thing I want?"

Standing on the stairs, Gu Xintong came back to her senses, and took out of her pocket the song that she wrote silently last night and handed it to her.

In terms of piano attainment, Sheng Jiajia is much higher than Gu Meiting, and after unfolding the music score, one can basically see that the little fool has not fooled herself.

She put the sheet music into her bag, leaned over and sneered in her ear: "Thank you, for your kindness, let me tell you a secret. Brother Jing Rong will attend the ribbon-cutting ceremony of Xingfuhua Nursing Home today. You can try to pursue him and see if he likes you."

Gu Xintong was taken aback for a moment, Happiness Flower Sanatorium?Isn't that the nursing home where Jiang Xin is?

Sheng Jingrong is going to Xingfuhua Sanatorium to attend an event today?true or false?

Miss Sheng couldn't have sensed something and was deliberately setting herself up, right?
But looking at her big-chested and brainless appearance, she probably wouldn't be able to find out Jiang Xin's whereabouts so quickly, and she wouldn't be able to set up a trick so quickly for her to exploit.

The most important thing is that it has no effect or meaning for her to set herself such a trap.

Sheng Muhan looked at the two people walking towards the restaurant one after the other, and asked Sheng Jiajia, "What did you want from her?"

"It's nothing, this is a little secret between my sister-in-law and me, right, sister-in-law." Sheng Jiajia turned around and took Gu Xintong's arm, smiling cutely.

Gu Xintong then opened her mouth and laughed, nodded and said: "That's right, this is our little secret."

"What little secret? When did the relationship between you two become so good?" Sheng Muhan was puzzled.

As far as he knew, these two women had always been incompatible.

Sheng Jiajia hated and feared the little fool even more, and fantasized about how to kill her every day.

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