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Back at Jiangnan No. 1, Mu Yuyan stayed by Lin Wanqing's side all the time, serving her tea and water, asking about her well-being, which made Lin Wanqing feel warm and wry at the same time. "You girl, are you a mother of seventy years old? You can't even walk?"

Mu Yuyan shook her head, her beautiful face still in shock, "Am I not afraid? Mom, how about I accompany you back to Yanjing tomorrow? The hospital there is the best in the country, and it will definitely cure this coronary heart disease."

"Ah..." Lin Wanqing sighed helplessly, "How can coronary heart disease be cured so easily? I don't know how many rich people have this disease, and they died one day after staying up all night. I didn't expect that this disease would fall on me."

"Mom..." Mu Yuyan's eyes were red again.

She really didn't dare to think about what her life would be like if her mother was gone.

The mother and daughter hugged each other on the sofa in the living room. The two beauties, one big and one small, really formed a beautiful landscape. Qin Lang sat opposite the coffee table and coughed softly, "Auntie, Yuyan, don't worry too much. This disease can be treated with drugs, but more importantly, it needs to be recuperated. Let's do this. When you return to Yanjing, I will tell my family and arrange for you to stay in Xiangshan Sanatorium for a while. In terms of medical level, Xiangshan Sanatorium is definitely the best in the whole of China! As long as you follow the doctor's instructions and recuperate well, there will be no big problem." Xiangshan Sanatorium? Lin Wanqing's eyes were choked, "Can I go in there?" In China, few people know about Xiangshan Sanatorium because it is not open to the public. Who of those who live there is not the leader of the Chinese official world? There are not only the most sophisticated medical instruments, but also world-famous doctors. To put it bluntly, Xiangshan Sanatorium is equivalent to the ancient Imperial Hospital!

Qin Lang smiled and replied, "I don't know about others, but Auntie, you..." Halfway through, he looked at Mu Yuyan, who still had red eyes, and continued, "Seeing Yuyan's frightened and absent-minded look, I feel distressed. Anyway, Auntie, you don't have to worry about this. If it doesn't work, I'll let Grandpa say hello to the director of Xiangshan Sanatorium."

"Xiao Qin, you are thoughtful..." Lin Wanqing looked at her future son-in-law who cared so much about her daughter. No matter how she looked at it, she liked it, "But, the old man of the Qin family..."

If it weren't for Qin Lang, maybe one day she would suddenly die of myocardial infarction, and she wouldn't know what happened.

There is no point in saying more words of gratitude. It's just that Lin Wanqing is more or less worried about asking the old man of the Qin family to come forward. After all, Xiangshan Sanatorium is equivalent to the Imperial Hospital. Not everyone can be arranged to enter. It's not that she doesn't believe in the status of the old man.

Old Master Qin is the only surviving old meritorious man since the founding of China!

A real Taishan Beidou-level big shot.

If I help her in this matter, I am worried that some big shots who are not on good terms will gossip about it.

Mu Yuyan took her mother's hand, "Mom, don't refuse, this is also Qin Lang's intention."

She wanted to accompany her mother back to Yanjing for treatment, but no matter how good the hospital in China is, how can it compare to Xiangshan Sanatorium?

"Well... Well, it's not easy to come to Tianhai City, I don't want to go back in such a hurry. Stay a few more days, and then I will trouble Xiao Qin when I go back."

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In Tianhai City, Lin Wanqing only stayed for three days and then returned to Beijing.

In the living room of the villa, Mu Yuyan sat next to Qin Lang. Without her mother, the two of them were alone, and the atmosphere seemed particularly weird.

"How is my mother? Can I go to Xiangshan Sanatorium?" She turned her head and looked at Qin Lang's handsome profile, and asked in a low voice.

"It's already been arranged. When Auntie gets off the plane, someone will arrange for her to live there directly. Don't worry." Qin Lang answered while putting his hand on the back of Mu Yuyan's slender and smooth hand.

Mu Yuyan seemed not to feel it, or she had gotten used to such small movements during the three days of getting along.

In her mind, she didn't even comfort herself with the idea of ​​being scratched by a dog.

"How is it? Has my future son-in-law performed well these days?" Qin Lang bravely tried to pull Mu Yuyan's wrist, and with a little force, he hugged her into his arms.

Mu Yuyan felt the broad chest, struggled a little, and then gave up with a red face.

I don't know what's going on. Maybe she wants to repay her gratitude to Qin Lang?

Or maybe Qin Lang's performance in the past few days has completely changed her inherent impression?

Really!

Mu Yuyan would never have thought that Qin Lang would perform so well in front of her mother.

Could it be that Qin Lang's arrogance as a second-generation son was all fake?

Otherwise, how could Qin Lang have such a superb tea art in such a short time?

During these three days, Qin Lang came to the villa every day, chatted with her mother, and made tea for her.

Twelve ways of tea art: lighting incense to remove delusions, washing cups to cool the heart to get rid of the mundane world, cold soup and jade pots to nourish Taihe, and pouring tea in the Qing Palace to welcome the beauty...

Even a former lady like her mother couldn't help but admire and appreciate it.

This is an appreciation from the perspective of tea art.

Also, when Mu Yuyan and Lin Wanqing first learned about their illness, they couldn't help but daydream at night, which led to insomnia.

Qin Lang, who learned about this situation, not only did not get bored, but also played a soothing and peaceful piano lullaby for them to help them sleep.

The graceful piano sound, like the gurgling of a mountain spring, brushes against people's hearts, and they will involuntarily calm down.

If Mu Yuyan hadn't secretly run downstairs to peek once, and saw Qin Lang's slender fingers sliding skillfully on the black and white keys, accompanied by pleasant music, she would definitely not believe that Qin Lang would have such piano skills!

"Not bad, keep it up." Mu Yuyan nestled in Qin Lang's arms like a real couple, touched his lower abdomen with her palm, and said in surprise, "I didn't see that you have a good figure, and you even have abdominal muscles?"

Qin Lang smiled, pinched Mu Yuyan's waist, spread her long legs, let her sit on him, and laughed playfully, "There are many things you don't see."

Looking at each other, Mu Yuyan was wearing the clothes that Lin Wanqing wore when she first came today.

The pink loose long gown, translucent, matched with dark blue tight jeans. With her slender figure, she looked even more charming and cool.

A mother-daughter outfit?

Qin Lang put his hands along Mu Yuyan's slender waist and pulled the wide pink gown back, revealing her graceful curves. He lowered his head to take a look at her holy twin peaks and couldn't help but admire, "Your figure is not bad either."