Gu Yilan said calmly: "If it's true or false, just send someone to test it."
Mr. Gu glanced at Mrs. Gu.
"Yes." Mrs. Gu nodded and gave a few instructions in a low voice.
Immediately, some people went to the back streets to find dying men for testing.
Gu Fenglin said coolly: "Why bother? It's not like I'm competing with anyone. I remember that as long as a little bit of the blood of a good girl from the Mu family is exposed, it can make a man from the Gu family crazy..."
Mrs. Gu looked at Old Mrs. Gu tentatively.
Old Mrs. Gu leaned back in his chair and half-closed his eyes.
Mrs. Gu immediately understood. With a wave of her hand, four women came over with knives and bowls. They leaned forward and said, "Mrs. Ninth, are you going to do it yourself or are you a slave?"
"What do you want to do?" Murong was shocked and guarded her hands tightly.
As soon as Mrs. Gu winked, the old lady stepped forward, grabbing her hands and pressing her feet, until she pulled Murong's hand out and cut it.
Everyone thought that Murong would struggle desperately, but they didn't expect that she only struggled twice and stopped. She only said loudly: "Old man, I am pregnant. It is Gu Yilan's child."
"Oh?" This was something Old Mrs. Gu didn't expect. He subconsciously sat up and looked at Gu Yilan.
Gu Yilan had no expression, only the hand on her knee moved slightly, and then returned to calm.
Gu Fenglin smiled slightly: "This is really a great happy event. I must congratulate my uncle and aunt. I have never heard that a priest's wife can be pregnant. My aunt, you are really the first in the world."
Murong's expression froze and she burst into tears: "Alin, I haven't done anything to you, have I? Why are you targeting me?"
Gu Fenglin raised his eyebrows: "I'm not targeting you, I'm just discussing the matter."
Gu Yilan said calmly: "Take the blood first."
Mrs. Gu laughed awkwardly: "Uncle Ninth, my ninth brother and sister are pregnant. Wouldn't it be bad if we take blood?"
Gu Yilan ignored her and only ordered the women: "Do it!"
"Old lady, old lady, old lady..." Murong screamed, "Please help me..."
Gu Fenglin suddenly said again: "Little aunt, if you don't call me uncle, why don't you just call me after the old man?"
Everyone slapped their faces together.
He said this as if the child belonged to Mr. Gu.
"Alin!" Elder De finally couldn't help it and scolded in a low voice: "Don't make trouble!"
Gu Fenglin smiled, stood up and saluted Mr. Gu: "Grandpa, don't blame me, my grandson has no other intentions."
Old Mrs. Gu was so angry that the veins on his forehead popped. He gave him a gloomy look and said coldly: "Murong, if you are really pregnant, you can do whatever you want. A bowl of blood can't kill you. If you don't cooperate,
, what happens to the fetus in your belly, you want the consequences."
Even though Mr. Gu values his children very highly.
But he will not let others step on his face and do whatever they want. Otherwise, how can such a large family survive?
Murong saw the reality clearly.
This time, she really had no choice but to retreat.
She gave up her struggle and allowed the women to cut her hands open.
She is not afraid of pain. Over the years, in order to pretend, she has suffered a lot of pain and has long been numb.
The woman in charge of this matter was not a good person, she was ruthless and ruthless. She raised the knife and dropped it. Murong's hand was cut open, and blood rushed out. (To be continued)