Sweethearts are like lollipops

Chapter 691 You can't do this to me!
Let her go, tell his mother that Xiao Nianjin is dead, let her have another identity, another life, he fulfilled his promise.

Even if it hurts!
"Sister Nianjin..." Yan Mulin called out hoarsely, submerged in the stormy night.

Ye Jiulan, don't let me down!How dare you disappoint me!

Yan Mulin's blood-red eyes were facing the night and the rainstorm.

"Sir." Dr. Zhao called respectfully from the door.

Yan Mulin turned around coldly.

Dr. Zhao lowered his head and said, "Mrs. Murong called to ask how your task is going."

Yan Mulin's cold and ruthless eyes fell on Dr. Zhao, her back felt cold, and she lowered her head even lower.

She didn't have the guts to influence Young Master Yan's behavior, but Mrs. Murong ordered her to supervise Young Master Yan.

Yan Mulin didn't speak, he grabbed the hem of his clothes and lifted it up, hummed "hmm", but he didn't care, and threw the wet clothes on the ground.

"Sir!" Dr. Zhao cried out in panic, "Did your arm hurt?"

When Xiao Nianjin fell off the cliff just now, he desperately chased down to save her, and his right arm was hit and bruised.

Yan Mulin glanced at Dr. Zhao coldly, and said without emotion: "Is this called injury?"

Dr. Zhao stood there dumb, watching Yan Mulin walk into the aisle and go to the bathroom.

When Yan Mulin came out wearing a nightgown, the door of the room seemed to be closed by Dr. Zhao for him.

There was pain in his right arm, but for him who practiced fighting every day, it was really not an injury.

Yan Mulin opened the door, but saw Dr. Zhao standing outside the door respectfully.

Yan Mulin sarcastically said: "What? What else does Mrs. Murong have to say?"

"No..." Dr. Zhao said in embarrassment, "I... came to deliver medicine to Mr., the bruise on my arm, wipe it off, and it will heal soon."

Dr. Zhao handed over a slender small bottle, Yan Mulin glanced at it, ignored it, and continued walking outside.

Dr. Zhao quickly said: "Sir, you should wipe it off. Mrs. Murong will feel sorry for you if she knows you are injured!"

"Heh—" Yan Mulin sneered, this running dog of his mother!
Yan Mulin took the bottle, pulled off the collar of the nightgown, poured medicinal wine directly on his arm, wiped it off, threw the bottle back to Dr. Zhao, and left.

Doctor Zhao followed Yan Mulin's figure, he should go to Xia Jiujiu's room.

I hope that Xia Jiujiu will be pregnant with Young Master Yan's child tonight, otherwise he will be on Mrs. Murong's side and it will be difficult to explain.

Doctor Zhao couldn't figure out why Mrs. Murong chose Xia Jiujiu to bear a child for Young Master Yan. If it was a boy, he would probably be the young master of Yan's family in the future.

Such an important matter, but Xia Jiujiu is not the best childbearing age now, and her IQ is not outstanding.

But she is pretty, maybe Mrs. Murong wants to hug a beautiful and lovely little granddaughter first?

Doctor Zhao couldn't figure out Mrs. Murong's thoughts, she just had to complete the task assigned to her by Mrs. Murong.

Yan Mulin walked outside Xia Jiujiu's room, and the guard servant bowed respectfully and called, "Sir."

Yan Mulin pushed the door open and went in, and saw Xia Jiujiu standing in the room, confronting the two servants.

She seemed dissatisfied with her nightgown, but the servants would not allow her to wear anything else.

When Xia Jiujiu saw Yan Mulin coming in, she immediately became vigilant, her big eyes stared at him nervously and fearfully like a deer being hunted.

"Let's all go out." Yan Mulin ordered calmly.

The servants in the room retreated and closed the door.

The two of them alone, Xia Jiujiu clenched her fists tightly, wishing that she would suddenly become supernatural and crush Yan Mulin into scum.

Yan Mulin approached step by step, without a trace of superfluous expression on his face.

Xia Jiujiu took a step back and instinctively wanted to run away.

Yan Mulin attacked swiftly like a cheetah, holding her to his side with his strong right hand.

Xia Jiujiu hit his chest like a wall, and the pain made her gasp. At this moment, a familiar fragrance permeated Xia Jiujiu's breath.

Xia Jiujiu was on alert and shouted, "Yan! Let me go!"

Yan Mulin was stunned for a moment, and asked in a hoarse voice: "Do you know my surname is Yan? Did Xiao Nianjin tell you?"

"No!" Xia Jiujiu gasped in horror, trembling all over, and shouted, "You can't do this to me!"

Yan Mulin's right hand pinched Xia Jiujiu's cheek.

He sneered, stared at Xia Jiujiu in disbelief, and laughed, "You have such a big brain, Xia Jiujiu! I seem to be very interested in this story!"

Xia Jiujiu didn't know what kind of relationship she had with Yan Mulin, but she didn't want to be humiliated by him!
Xia Jiujiu shivered and shouted: "Did you smear medicinal wine on your shoulders? Is this the Yan family's ancestral medicinal wine? I can smell it! Because Gu Siran gave me a bottle when my ankle was injured. Give me the medicinal wine, saying it is ancestral medicinal wine! And Gu Siran, his father, is Yan Lingfeng! He is from the Yan family! You are also from the Yan family, right?"

Xia Jiujiu shouted all over his head, until Yan Mulin heard "Yan Lingfeng is from the Yan family, and you are also from the Yan family", his hatred made the strength of his pinch on Xia Jiujiu's cheek soar , so that she could not speak.

"Yan Lingfeng is not from the Yan family!" Yan Mulin roared angrily, "When he abandoned his wife and son and wanted to marry an actor, he had already left the Yan family! He shouldn't be named Yan! He doesn't deserve it!"

At the most tense moment, Xia Jiujiu smelled the smell of medicinal wine, and she immediately thought of the origin of this medicinal wine, and she had seen Yan Lingfeng's photo, the man in front of her looked like him, they might be father and son!

With Yan Mulin's attitude at the moment, Xia Jiujiu felt that she had guessed right. This Mr. Yan was Yan Lingfeng's son!
(End of this chapter)