After relaxing and chatting with Mrs. Dong, and checking her vital signs, after confirming that there was no problem, Anbu was about to say goodbye and leave.
As soon as he opened the door, he saw Dong Chengshao walking over with two stern-looking old men.
"Get out of the way." Dong Chengshao yelled at Anbu.
Seeing this posture, Anbu was obviously looking for trouble. She stepped back calmly and let them into the house.
The three walked to the bed, and one of the bald old men said to Madam Dong who was on the bed: "Sister and sister, are you feeling better?"
Mrs. Dong stared blankly at the ceiling and entered the state of dementia again.
"Cheng Shao, has your mother always been like this?" The bald old man looked at Dong Chengxuan.
Dong Chengshao shrugged: "Yes, every time I come here, she looks like this."
The bald old man said to the old man in the Chinese tunic suit next to him: "I'm afraid she won't even be able to write a will, how to deal with the inheritance issue?"
The old man in the tunic suit replied: "Our Dong family's inheritance should naturally be inherited by the Dong family, even if there is no will, it doesn't matter. This house, including the company's shares, will be inherited by Cheng Shao. As for Jiayi, she is going to get married anyway, so leave it to her. A dowry of one or two million will do.”
Jiayi is Mrs. Dong's daughter and the person who hired An Bu.
"Let's leave this matter to the two uncles." Dong Chengshao said happily.
Anbu noticed a slight change in Mrs. Dong's eyes, but it quickly disappeared again.
The two old men babbled by Mrs. Dong's bed, discussing the inheritance and the aftermath as if no one else was there. An Bu listened for a while, and probably understood something.
The Dong family is a big family with conservative ideas and patriarchy. After Mrs. Dong got married, she only gave birth to one daughter, and then she had nothing to do. Dong's parents were very dissatisfied, and finally decided to adopt a boy from the family uncle's nephew to them, that is, Dong Chengshao. He was already 12 years old at the time, so how could he sincerely regard Mrs. Dong as his mother
Anbu couldn't understand this kind of practice. He worked hard to raise a son for others, and had to inherit his own property to him. Mrs. Dong may not be willing, but she finally accepted the arrangement. Now that her destiny is approaching, she may want to do something for her daughter, so she pretends to be stupid and avoids threats from the rest of the Dong family.
Looking at the time, Dong Chengshao and the others had already been here for half an hour, An Bu said, "Three, Mrs. Dong needs to rest, and I invite you to go out and talk."
The two old men looked at An Bu dissatisfied.
Dong Chengshao scolded: "Master is talking, why do you interrupt?"
"It's almost lunch time, the three of you want to stay for dinner?"
The two old men frowned, stood up and said, "No, we should leave too. Cheng Shao, you can go with us too."
Dong Chengshao responded, then glared at Anbu, and followed the two old men out of the room.
Anbu knew why they left, because Miss Dong didn't want to see them, and it would be embarrassing if they met.
"Going away?" Mrs. Dong asked wearily.
"Yeah." Anbu put down the curtains, returned to the bed, and poured a glass of warm water for Mrs. Dong.
Madam Dong waved her trembling hands: "You go back too, I'm a little tired."
"Then you have a good rest." An Bu didn't insist, and left after a few words.
She could probably guess that Madam Dong's reason for being stupid was to use this time to secretly make a will. If other people found out in advance, she and Ms. Dong might have to face a lot of pressure.
However, this is someone else's family business, and An Bu is not interested in taking care of it. I believe Mrs. Dong has her own plans.
When he got home, Jian Ningxuan went out on business, Anbu made a loving dinner, then took a photo and sent it to him, so that he could understand the spirit. A few minutes later, there was also a picture over there. The background was the dinner that An Bu had sent just now, but the food on the plate turned into a headshot of the cat owner, which also made her understand the spirit.
Anbu smiled, and immediately made a cat face cake, waiting for someone to come back and feed it.
At around 11 o'clock in the evening, Jian Ningxuan returned home, took a shower, changed into comfortable pajamas, and then the two of them each held a piece of cat face cake and sat on the sofa to watch a movie.
They watched "I Have a Date with a Zombie" (parallel world version). In the play, the hero is an immortal zombie, and the heroine is a magician who slays demons and protects the way. The two fell in love and killed each other, and finally died together.
Anbu asked: "Mr. Jian, if one day you fell in love with a zombie, what would you do?"
"Marry her." Jian Ningxuan answered crisply.
Hey, shouldn't you think about it before answering
"That's a zombie!" Anbu looked at him in surprise, "Aren't you afraid?"
"There's nothing to be afraid of, she loves me anyway."
"Falling in love doesn't mean being able to be together. Your ages don't match, and your life expectancy is not equal. In addition, you have to worry about whether she will endanger society."
"Zombies will endanger society mainly because they are hungry. Just feed her." Jian Ningxuan put his arm in front of Anbu, "You can drink my blood as you like."
An Bu: "... I don't drink human blood."
Jian Ningxuan put down his hand regretfully: "A zombie who doesn't even drink human blood, what kind of harm is it talking about harming society?"
An Bu: "..." To be honest, do you know something
"You really don't care about these?" She asked again uncertainly.
Jian Ningxuan touched her head: "I was planning to be lonely forever."
and then
"After I met you, I knew I couldn't keep my virginity."
Anbu: "..."
"You said, I even gave you the virgin body I am proud of, what else should I care about?"
What is there to be proud of being a virgin? !
Anbu couldn't believe that Jian Ningxuan would talk nonsense in a serious manner.
"Since that's the case," she turned over and sat on his lap, with a red stamp on her, "then I won't be polite, let's choose an auspicious day to get through the door."
Jian Ningxuan's eyes sparkled: "It's up to you."
The next day, Anbu came to Dong's house full of energy, walked into the bedroom, and found that the two old men from yesterday had come again. In addition, there are a few people I don't know, who should be immediate relatives of the Dong family.
"Sister and sister, where did you put the key to the treasure room?" The bald old man leaned close to her ear and asked.
Mrs. Dong's expression was numb, and her mouth was murmuring indistinctly.
"What are you talking about? Louder?" The bald old man raised his voice and asked again.
Anbu looked at them coldly, did these people think that Mrs. Dong would pass away tomorrow, so they rushed to talk? What a deception!
"What are you doing here?" She pushed the wheelchair to the bed and said calmly, "I'm sorry, I'm going to take Mrs. Dong out for a walk now, please get out of the way."
The bald old man looked up at her: "Are you the hospice that Jiayi invited?"
"yes."
"There's nowhere to spend money, people are going to die, so what's the fuss about?" The bald old man scoffed at the profession of hospice care.
Anbu replied unceremoniously: "Yes, the ultimate affiliation of a person is death. If that's the case, why are you tossing around here? Just stay at home and wait for the end of life."
These words were quite poisonous, the bald old man blushed with anger, pointed at her and said angrily, "How did you talk?"
"It doesn't matter what I say, what matters is how you treat a seriously ill old man." In terms of age, Anbu was a few rounds older than them, so there was no need to take their face into consideration.
"What a girl, why are you so uneducated?" A middle-aged man in a suit ordered, "Get out, it's none of your business here."
"It's okay if you say it's okay? It's not like you paid for me." An Bu took a step forward, carried Mrs. Dong into the wheelchair neatly, led her out of the siege, and went straight to the backyard.
Everyone was stunned: "..." What happened
"Aren't you afraid they'll make trouble for you doing this?" Madam Dong's lips moved.
"Whether it's Wendou or Wudou, they are not opponents." Wendou handed it over to her cat master, and Wudou went on by himself. It's just a group of stubborn old men, and their lethality is probably not as big as a crab.
"Don't underestimate them, find someone to block you, so that you can't find a job in this city, they can still do it."
An Bu: If she can't find a job, I guess Mr. Jian will be very happy, just in time to enjoy being masturbated at home every day.
"Then let them block it. I really want to see how many fields they can block." An Laoshi's skills span both yin and yang and various industries. It's not her bragging, and the president of the country may not be able to block her.