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Chapter 687 You can¡¯t tell my mother about this

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    Mrs. Hong Er covered her face and burst into tears: "Who am I doing it for? Am I not doing it for you? You are a man who can't do anything. You are involved in everything, including food, drink, prostitution and gambling. Seeing that your sister-in-law is about to give birth to a son.  How can you still have a share in this business? Who am I doing this for?"

    Hong Yuanwai looked at Hong Er with a cold face: "Second brother, my daughter-in-law is yours, I can't interfere. But from now on, you better not come here anymore. I'll have someone send you your monthly share!"  "

    Hong Er wanted to say something else, but member Hong waved his hand coldly and asked people to invite Hong Er out.

    As soon as Hong Er was driven away, Nanny Xu ran out quickly and came back after a long time. She was holding a big money bag full of broken silver and carefully placed it in front of Xiaodouzi.

    Xiaodouzi gave her the talisman with a smile, and specifically told her: "Don't tell my mother about this!"

    Mother Xu glanced at Hong Yuanwai, who also nodded.

    Over there, Anyi gave Mrs. Hong a detailed examination. As soon as she stepped out of the room, she stared at the bright sky.

    When she came in just now, she could still detect the heavy Yin Qi. Why did this Yin Qi dissipate so cleanly in just a few hours?

    An Yi walked around in the yard. She was really refreshed and there was no hindrance at all. The Yin Qi just now was really gone!

    Officer Hong heard outside that An Yi had checked Mrs. Hong and came over quickly.

    "Mrs. Hong is fine. I'll keep an eye on her tonight. What happened in the house just now? Or someone came here?" An Yi asked.

    Hong Yuanwai quickly waved his hand: "No, no one came just now except Mr. Ling and the guard named Chen! By the way, I just went to see it. Mr. Ling and the little girl were having a great time!"

    "Is that the girl who lives in the pink courtyard?" An Yi thought of that courtyard and whispered: "I'm afraid there is something wrong with that courtyard, please take me to have a look!"

    Hong Yuanwai had no choice but to nod and lead An Yi.

    Anyi stood outside the yard, frowning slightly: "That's not right, just now"

    "Little Douzi, come on!" At this moment, a little girl's milky voice was heard coming from the courtyard wall. A ball rolled out from inside. Little Douzi was covered in sweat as he ran out to pick up the ball.

    "Mom, are you done?" Xiaodouzi stepped forward with a smile.

    Anyi took out the handkerchief and wiped his sweat: "Just stay here and don't cause trouble!"

    Xiaodouzi nodded: "I won't cause trouble, I'm playing with Sister Lan'er!"

    Xiaodouzi said, pointing to Xiaolan'er who had half of her head stretched out.

    Anyi nodded.

    The two dolls ran in to play, and An Yi stared along the wall for a long time.

    "But what's wrong?" Hong Yuanwai deliberately stepped forward and asked.

    "No more!" An Yi shook his head, "If tonight goes through safely, everything will be fine in your house. If there is anything wrong, you must inform me as soon as possible!"

    Hong Yuanwai quickly responded.

    An Yi followed Hong Yuan outside. Xiaodouzi stuck his head out from behind the door, blinked slyly, and patted the small bag hanging on his waist.

    "Oh, oh, oh!" The baby's cry came from the pocket: "Little rascal, why do you always hit me? I have spit out the birth dates of those three people, and now I am very hungry, and you still hit me.  Me! Woohoo!" (Remember this website address: www.hlnovel.com
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