"No doubt. First, the age is different. My cousin is almost forty years old now. Second, how can my cousin be your slave?"
Abe Qian'o replied.
Miss Jingming is forty years old?
She looked at Sadako carefully.
Sadako now looks like she is about twenty years old, and she does not look like a forty-year-old woman in any way. Perhaps it is not surprising that her aging has started to stop while being buried in the dust.
She believed in Guan Shanyue's feelings.
Yang Zimei casually chatted with Abe Qian'an. After breakfast, she went home to see her grandma and the others and help Xiao Jin treat her leg.
All the scars on Ye Qing's face have been eliminated, because the pills made of precious medicinal materials such as snow lotus and so on that he takes every day have a great effect on the skin. Except for his face, his skin has become more hydrated and his hair has become jet black.
She is bright and beautiful, coupled with her good-looking, kind-hearted and hard-working person, which makes her glow like a little angel.
Everyone in the Yang family likes Ye Qing very much, especially Zixi, who is as close as two sisters.
Ye Qing's mother, who runs a chicken stall, came to see her and couldn't believe her eyes when she saw how beautiful her daughter had become.
Because Ye Qing is still thinking about taking care of Xiao Jin, he won't go home for the time being.
Under Yang Zimei's acupuncture, Xiao Jin's legs began to gradually regain consciousness. With support, he can walk a few steps. As long as he undergoes acupuncture a few more times and takes care of himself, he can walk normally.
After giving Xiao Jin acupuncture, I went to Brunei Street to give Song Xuan acupuncture.
Today was also the last time I gave Song Xuan acupuncture.
He has a strong will and a strong desire to survive. He actively cooperates with Yang Zimei's treatment. Therefore, the cancer cells are also driven away quickly.
Yang Zimei came to Mo Xuan's backyard.
Lin Qingmei sat on a recliner with a shy belly, shaking a fan with one hand.
Song Xuan was lying on her swollen belly, listening to something.
Lin Qingmei's expression is gentle and contented, like the refreshing breeze in summer, which makes people feel at peace when they look at it.
And Song Xuan's thin face was also filled with tranquility and satisfaction.
Lin Qingmei reached out and stroked his hair gently, her eyes full of tenderness.
This is really a beautiful picture.
If Yang Zimei had a camera at this time, she would have wanted to take it and make this moment eternal.
Seeing this beautiful and warm moment in front of her, she couldn't bear to come forward and disturb it, so she just stood aside and waited.
Lin Qingmei still found her.
She patted Song Xuan's shoulder and said, "Xiao Mei is here."
Song Xuan raised his head from her belly, saw Yang Zimei, and stood up, with a slightly embarrassed look on his face.
Yang Zimei walked over and said, "Mr. Song, Sister Qingmei, good morning!"
"Hello little eyebrow, sit down quickly."
Lin Qingmei stood up and asked Yang Zimei to sit down, "I made some sweet-scented osmanthus cake today and I'll get it for you to eat."
"Okay, thank you, Sister Qingmei."
Yang Zimei smiled and nodded.
Her favorite thing to eat is the pastries made by Lin Qingmei, which are even more delicious than those made by Sadako.
Yang Zimei first felt Song Xuan's pulse, and then began to perform acupuncture on him.
Twenty minutes later, the acupuncture was completed, and she happily said to Song Xuande, "Mr. Song, your recovery is very good. From now on, I only need to give you acupuncture once a month at most, instead of doing it every day."
"Thank you, Xiaomei, you gave me new life."
Song Xuan was very grateful.
"Between us teachers and students, these words are polite. Sister Qingmei is due to give birth in a month. You must take good care of your body so that you can hold the baby well when the time comes."