The Almighty God of War of the Female President

A young man treats a girl's infertility, is it ashamed?
"Where to tie her?"

Zhao Qianya couldn't help asking.

Anyway, Ye Xiang is still her husband now, if he stabs her there, where will she put her face as a wife?

"Pricked her in the brain, waist and abdomen."

Ye Xiang said calmly.

"Do you want to undress?"

Yang Yinghong also asked with a blushing face.

"Just take off your coat and cardigan."

"Can you prick needles through clothes?"

"Yes." Ye Xiang answered briefly.

"You are more powerful than the old Chinese doctor."

Yang Yinghong said:

"I asked an old Chinese doctor to tie it once, but it didn't work well, but he asked to take off all the clothes, leaving only underwear."

Before she finished speaking, her pretty face turned red to the ears.

Ye Xiang blinked, and Yang Yinghong, who was lying there, changed her clothes.She was like a mannequin lying there, full of bumps and every detail.

Ye Xiang was so excited, it was the first time he saw a girl's body so unobstructed, and he didn't even see so much of his wife's body.

Of course, he wouldn't stare at her sensitive spot.He is a doctor now, and the doctor is benevolent and must not have distracting thoughts.

He emptied his eyes, stretched out his hand and began to prick her needles one by one.

All eight acupuncture points were pricked before he twisted the needles for her.

He said to Wei Junjie: "Mr. Wei, watch what will appear on the needle."

"Wow, I see, you see, there is really a blue smoke wave, revolving around the silver needle."

Wei Junjie said pleasantly, "It got into Yinghong's body."

Ye Xiang said lightly: "Ordinary acupuncture and moxibustion cannot cure infertility. I can only cure it by sticking the needles and then twisting the needles."

The mother-in-law said with a sullen face:

"Let's talk after it's cured, don't talk too much."

Ye Xiang said confidently: "Three to four times will be effective."

The mother-in-law thought about it, and said to him coldly:

"You let your mother live in the west wing temporarily."

Ye Xiang was overjoyed, he was worrying about his mother's settlement:
"Thank you mom, what about me?"

"Don't be sweet, I don't like to hear it."

Zhu Fangfei glanced at her daughter and said expressionlessly:

"You move the little bed up and live like that."

Ye Xiang looked at his wife with his eyes, but his wife lowered her eyelids and didn't look at him.

This is the default, and he is very happy.

After the mother-in-law, best friend and family returned, Ye Xiang went to negotiate with Zhao Qianya.

Ye Xiang walked into the bedroom on the third floor, walked up to Zhao Qianya, looked at her earnestly and said:

"Qianya, go down and say hello to my mother."

"How do you say hello?"

Zhao Qianya raised her head and asked coldly.

"Call her mom."

Ye Xiang pleaded:
"You haven't called her since she came."

"I don't call."

Zhao Qianya flatly refused.

"Why not?"

"You don't even recognize it, but you still recognize your mother? Hmph!"

"Then I won't call you mom anymore."

"Who told you to call it? It's your own shameless bone that called it."

Zhao Qianya's peach-like face was so cold that it was about to drop ice scum, and she said to him eloquently:

"My mother refused to answer, but you just kept your cheeks and yelled loudly."

Just as she was talking, Zhu Fangfei, the mother-in-law, came up from the second floor.

She stood at the bedroom door, looked at them and said:
"What's the matter with you?"

Ye Xiang originally wanted to call her mother, but Zhao Qianya said that he only called her when he was a bitch and thick-skinned, so he couldn't call her again.

He shook his head in embarrassment and said:
"I asked Qian Ya to go down and call my mother, but she refused, saying that I was a cheap bone and thick-skinned to call you mother. If you don't call me mother, then what should I call you?"

"What's the mess?"

The mother-in-law always turns to her daughter, and her words are even more shabby:
"We didn't recognize you as a door-to-door son-in-law, what's your name?"

Ye Xiang's face felt uncomfortable as if it had been peeled off.

"Our home is not a foster home."

Ye Xiang was embarrassed by what she said.

He really wanted to turn around and leave, take his mother to beg, and refuse to enter this rich family.

But how could he go down and tell mom?

"As I said, let your mother stay in the West Wing for a few days."

The mother-in-law said like sending a beggar:

"In a few days, you will send her away, don't be ashamed here."

Before the mother-in-law could finish speaking, Ye Xiang turned around and walked down the stairs.

He walked up to his mother, who was sitting alone in the living room on the ground floor, and said with a smile:

"Mom, let's go, I'll take you to arrange accommodation."

"Can I live here?"

The mother stood up, looked at her son's face, and asked cautiously.

"Can live."

Ye Xiang led her out of the villa and walked to a row of wing houses beside the wall on the west side of the yard.

Walking on the road, he lied:
"Upstairs just now, my mother-in-law said to me, let your mother live here, we are all a family, don't think about it."

"Your mother-in-law is so kind, she doesn't think we are poor."

Liu Pingping breathed a sigh of relief, and a layer of light appeared on his face.

Walking into the west wing room where he used to live, he said to his mother:
"Mom, look, this room is well decorated, like a guest house room. You can live here with peace of mind, ah."

Mom is satisfied with the room, but she still asks in a low voice with some unease:
"Your daughter-in-law, if you don't come down to see me or talk to me, do you have any ideas? If you have any ideas, I'd better go."

"Mom, she's a doctor. She's too busy. Leave her alone."

Ye Xiang was afraid that his mother would see his face, so he turned his back to her and said while cleaning the house.

He took a cot outside the door, and Ma asked sensitively:
"Where are you taking this little bed?"

Ye Xiang couldn't tell him that he and his wife shared the same room and bed.

"I'll take it up in the store room."

Ye Xiang still didn't dare to face his mother:
"Mom, you rest for a while, and I will call you for dinner later."

He closed the door for Mom, and walked towards the villa with the small foldable bed.

During dinner, Liu Yuping understood the predicament of her son being discriminated against, and also understood how unwelcome she was, how could she eat?
After a quick bite of food, she put down the bowls and chopsticks, and said politely to everyone:

"Eat slowly."

She stood up and walked out.She was determined to leave here so as not to cause any trouble to her troubled son.

Ye Xiang hurriedly put down his chopsticks and chased him out. Seeing his mother wiping tears secretly, his heart felt like a knife.

"Mom, don't do this."

Ye Xiang's tears welled up along with the words.

Walking into the West Wing, Mom began to pack her things.

Ye Xiang took her rough hand and said:

"Mom, it's so late, where are you going?"

"Ye Xiang, don't worry about Mom. It's not easy when you're here."

Mom burst into tears:

"Mom shouldn't have come to you, it's embarrassing for you, alas."

"Go, my son will go with you."

Ye Xiang also decided to leave here:

"Tomorrow morning, we will go out to find a rented house, and then find a job to do. We will earn money first, then develop slowly, and live with some dignity."