Xiaoduo blinked and said, "Sister, can you really cut off bad luck?"

"It's hard to say. I can only hope that they won't cause trouble. But in this world, nothing goes as planned. Nine times out of ten, it's fate that doesn't go as planned."

"Something will occur if it belongs to your life, if not, do not push it."

Yang Ruoqing couldn't help but sigh. In the past and present life, many things were caused by fate, but there were many things that were clearly explained. Sometimes, people can make things happen, and God can make things happen.

The fourth uncle's matter came to an end for the time being, and Yang Ruoqing took Luo Baobao back to rest.

In the morning, the sky is bright.

Liao Meiying hurriedly freshened up, and when she returned to her room, she saw Yang Yongxian sitting motionless in front of the mirror.

From the reflection in the mirror, it could be seen that Yang Yongxian's eyes were red and bloodshot, his face was ashen, and his facial muscles were distorted.

He clenched his fists with both hands, as if he wanted to smash the mirror with both fists.

"Yongxian, come and wipe your face."

Liao Meiying thought for a while, then went to get a basin of hot water and wet a towel, thinking of wiping Yang Yongxian's face. It was very inconvenient for her to walk, but seeing Yang Yongxian's appearance, she felt somewhat uneasy.

She picked up the handkerchief and kept wiping it on Yang Yongxian's face. Seeing that there was no movement from him, Liao Meiying breathed a sigh of relief.

After all, Yang Yongxian looked so fierce, and she was a little scared.

But, I just wiped the dirty handkerchief on Yang Yongxian...

Yang Yongxian suddenly stood up, waved his arm, and pushed Liao Meiying hard.

Liao Meiying was so heavy that she couldn't control her body at all, and she stumbled and fell down.

"Ouch!"

Liao Meiying screamed, cold sweat immediately broke out on her forehead, and she felt severe pain in her abdomen.

"Oh, my son." Mother Liao rushed in and saw her daughter lying straight on the ground with a big belly and a pale face. She immediately panicked.

"What kind of evil have you done?"

Mother Liao's crying and howling alarmed the whole yard, and a whole family rushed over.

He hurriedly carried Liao Meiying onto the bed.

Mrs. Tan said: "I'm afraid I may have fetal motility, so hurry up and call Mrs. Wen and Mrs. Jiang."

Old Yang was in the main room, staring at the stupid Yang Yongxian, smoking a long cigarette. He wanted to pick up the cigarette pole and hit Yang Yongxian on the head, but after all, he felt sorry for his grandson.

"Why are you so stupid? You have been so clever and a great scholar since you were a child. This world is really unfair." Old Yangtou's eyes were a little moist.

"Master Yongxian, how long has it been since you still have time to feel sorry for your grandson? My daughter is bleeding and she is about to die. Why don't you think of something faster..."

Mother Liao said angrily, with tears on her face and hatred in her eyes.

Old Yangtou was startled for a moment, quickly came to his senses, and said to Zhao Liuer in the room: "Hurry up and go to the entrance of the village to call your third aunt and fifth aunt to come over. I'll go find Granny Wen. My mother-in-law, please stay here."

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Liao's mother stayed by Liao Meiying's bed, and Mrs. Tan also stayed in the house. As soon as Old Yang stepped out of the door, he came back with a carbine and knocked Yang Yongxian, who was still squatting stupidly in the corner by the washstand, playing with water.

Drag him out of the house.

"Yongxian, listen to me, stay in your room and don't go anywhere!"

Old Yang glanced at Yang Yongxian, closed the door, sighed deeply, and staggered towards Mrs. Jiang's house.
Chapter completed!