One of them was taken out, Yan Xiaye rolled up his sleeves, and the injection was completed with a calm expression.

More than three months have passed since that kidnapping, and her taste still cannot be found.

Sitting down beside the bed with her dizzy forehead, Yan Xiaye was a little surprised that the effect of the medicine was coming in a fierce way, stimulating the painful memories in her mind that she didn't want to think of again were far less gentle than usual.

She fell backwards on the bed in a state of uneasiness, staring at the familiar ceiling above her head.

The initial treatment time was quite difficult. In order not to be as embarrassing as a madman, she stayed here every day without doing anything. Over time, even the direction of every pattern on the ceiling became familiar.

At that time, Li Beicheng was busy falling in love with Yan Shuirou, and he didn't care how much willpower she had spent to survive from such a desperate situation.

She didn't understand what medicine Li Beicheng took wrong, but no matter whether he planned to continue to use her as a pawn or just suddenly became a slut, she decided to respond to changes in the same way. For Grandpa Li's sake, she ignored it.

He is it.

The most important thing is that her mental state is already in danger, and she has more important things to do, and she has to make a lot of money to find children, so she can't be more worried about the fact that she is on the verge of collapse for the kind of beast.

The door was knocked from outside, and the maid's voice sounded: "Mrs. Yan said he had an appointment with you and wanted to invite you to meet in her room... It was the bedroom of you and the young master in the past."

The maid just said this and felt extremely sorry for Yan Xiaye.

Taking a deep breath, Yan Xiaye endured the dizziness and whispered: "I understand, I'll go there right away."

Sit up little by little, she slowed down and walked out, and when she opened the door, she saw the maid who wanted to speak but stopped.

Yan Xiaye was stunned for a moment, then she smiled gently, "What's wrong?"

"Mrs. Young Madam, we all hope that you and the young master will make up." The maid didn't know what to say, so she lowered her little head in embarrassment, "We don't like that Miss Yan, and now some people say she is

Miss Yaer's biological mother, if you don't come back, they don't know what outrageous things they will say."

Some things are outrageous because they are always true.

Yan Xiaye had no nostalgia for Mrs. Li's position for a long time, and smiled carelessly: "The mouth is on them, so what they say is okay, thank you for telling me."

The maid choked and looked at Yan Xiaye. She didn't know whether to praise the young lady's tolerant elegance or to describe it more seriously, reminding her that the development of things was really bad.

"Okay, I know what you want to say, but there is no need to say it." Seeing the maid's expression, Yan Xiaye sighed with a funny look: "If Yan Shuirou treats you too much, remember to go and find the old lady.

As long as Yan Shuirou wants to marry into the Li family, she will never dare to make the old lady angry."

After saying that, she walked around the maid blocking the road and walked along the corridor toward the bedroom of Yanshui Rou and Libeicheng.

In the bedroom, Yan Shuirou learned about Yan Xiaye's return to the old house early on. Her beautiful face was slightly distorted due to tension, and she returned to calm when she heard the footsteps behind her. She had obviously been waiting for her for a long time.

"Come on, sit down."

Yan Xiaye stopped and looked at her with a smile: "Yan Shuirou, you really don't treat yourself as an outsider."

"I am Ya'er's mother and Beicheng's lover. Why do I treat myself as an outsider?" Yan Shuirou avoided her gaze, walked to the dressing table and opened her handbag, pulled out a dozen medical records from it, and in front of her

Throw the noodles on the coffee table: "Don't say I'm lying to you, just see it yourself."

Knowing that the medical record was probably Yan's mother's condition, Yan Xiaye did not waste any more time and confronted Yan Shuirou. She sat on the sofa and quickly looked through a few pages.

As time passed by minute by minute, her page-turning movements gradually slowed down, her eyes gathered on a certain page of paper, and she stared blankly for a while.

"I have made an appointment with the hospital for kidney matching. As for what you plan to do, I don't care." Yan Shuirou sat opposite her with a teacup, smiling sarcastically: "Why don't you talk anymore?

I'm not always claiming to be a good daughter, but now my mother is seriously ill, it's the time for you to stand up and show off."

With his fingertips trembling, Yan Xiaye was even more dizzy, and cold sweats kept popping up on his forehead, "If this medical record is true, I don't need you to remind him of the obligations that children should fulfill."

A few days ago, she thought that what Yan's mother had was just a common disease among the elderly.

The blow was too sudden. If she was not in front of Yan Shuirou at this moment, she would have fainted completely.

"Do you think I'll joke with my mother's body?" Yan Shuirou looked unhappy and bit her lip and said angrily: "My father and I originally wanted to hide it from her, but she still knew it, even more than what my father and I knew.

It's early. She came to Li's house to negotiate with Li Yanze that time, but she was worried about the future of Beicheng and me, so..."

Yan Xiaye lowered his eyes silently, and a sharp pain flashed through his heart.

If this were the case, Yan's mother's behavior at that time might make sense.

She knew that her life was not long, so she had to do her best to protect her beloved daughter Zhouquan before she died.

Yan Shuirou said as she spoke, her eyes were completely replaced by hatred, and she said viciously: "Ha, what's the use of telling you about these things? Anyway, you only know how to hate me and hate Beicheng. I would rather my mother die with her eyes open, and you too

I won’t be willing to fulfill my wish and Beicheng!”

"Yan Shuirou, it's because Li Beicheng doesn't want to divorce me. Don't make any mistakes about this." Yan Xiaye looked at her coldly and trembled with anger, pretending to be calm: "And you want to marry Li

My decision is not in my hands. What’s the use of you going crazy with me?”

Perhaps it was her calmness that further stimulated Yan Shuirou, who gritted his teeth more and more, and said word by word: "You are right, Yan Xiaye."

"……What do you mean?"

Yan Shuirou did not answer and smiled at her as if nothing had happened.

Then, the door was knocked open by someone, and Ya'er's small body rushed into the room like a cannonball, pridefully fiddling with the ring that was obviously several sizes on her fingers.

The light is refracted on the ring, and a colorful fire halo flashes.

"Auntie Shuirou, look, I'm going to take this one and look good! I begged my dad several times, but he refused to give it to me. This time I finally stole it!"

Yan Xiaye narrowed his eyes, and the headache became worse and worse, and even his vision was not clear.

If she read it correctly, the ring on Yaer's hand originally belonged to her.
Chapter completed!