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"don't you doubt that she is your cousin?"

Yang Zimei asked with a smile.

"No doubt. First, my cousin is almost forty now. Second, how could my cousin be your servant

Abe replied.

Miss Jingming is forty years old?

She looked at her son carefully.

Zhenzi now looks like a woman in her twenties or forties. Perhaps it is not surprising that her aging began to stop under the dust.

She believes in Guan Shanyue's feelings.

Yang Zimei chatted with Abe Qian at will. After breakfast, she went home to see her grandmother and helped Xiao Jin heal her legs.

All the scars on Ye Qing's face have been removed, because the pills made of snow lotus and other precious medicinal materials taken every day have a great effect on the skin. In addition to the face, the whole person's skin has become watery, and her hair is dark and bright. In addition, she is clever, kind and hardworking, which makes her glow with the light of a little angel.

The people of the Yang family like Ye Qing very much, especially Zixi. They are close to each other like two sisters.

Ye Qingna's mother came to see her and saw that her daughter had become so beautiful that she couldn't believe her eyes.

Because ye Qing still wants to take care of Xiaojin, he won't go home for the time being.

Under Yang Zimei's acupuncture, Xiaojin's leg gradually regained consciousness. He could walk a few steps with the help of Yang Zimei. As long as he did more acupuncture and recuperation, he could walk normally.

After finishing acupuncture for Xiaojin, I went to Brunei street to do acupuncture for song Xuan.

Today is also the last time to do acupuncture for song Xuan.

He has a strong will and a strong desire to survive. He actively cooperates with Yang Zimei's treatment. As a result, the cancer cells are also driven quickly.

Yang Zimei came to the backyard of Mo Xuan.

Lin Qingmei sits on the reclining chair with a big belly and shakes her fan with one hand.

Song Xuan was lying on her bulging abdomen, listening to something.

Lin Qingmei's expression is gentle and contented, just like the comfortable wind in summer, which makes people feel peaceful.

And song Xuan's thin face is full of tranquility and satisfaction.

Lin Qingmei reached out and gently touched his hair. Her eyes were full of soft love.

It's a beautiful picture.

If Yang Zimei had a camera at this time, she would like to take a picture and make this moment permanent.

Looking at the beautiful and warm moment in front of her, she couldn't bear to disturb her, so she stood by and waited.

Lin Qingmei still found her.

She patted song Xuan on the shoulder, "here comes the little eyebrow."

Song Xuan raised his head from her abdomen and saw Yang Zimei. He stood up with a look of embarrassment on his face.

Yang Zimei walked over and said, "good morning, Mr. Song, sister Qingmei."

"Good little eyebrow, sit down."

Lin Qingmei stood up and asked Yang Zimei to sit down. "Today I made some osmanthus cake. I'll take it to you."

"OK, thank you, sister Qingmei."

Yang Zimei smiles and nods.

What she likes most is the cake made by Lin Qingmei, which is better than Zhenzi's.

Yang Zimei first pulse song Xuan, and then began to do acupuncture for him.

Twenty minutes later, the acupuncture and moxibustion was finished. She said happily to song Xuan, "Mr. Song, you are in good condition. In the future, you can only do acupuncture once a month at most. It is no longer necessary to do it every day."

"Thank you, Xiaomei. You gave me a new life."

Song Xuan was very grateful.

"Between teachers and students, it's polite to say these words. Sister Qingmei is about to give birth in a month. You should take good care of yourself, and then you can hold xiaopang well. "

Yang Zimei said with a smile.

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