Chapter 1248 It's Not Good to Talk Nonsense

Mrs. Cheng still shook her head simply: "How do I know what is bleeding, why does your daughter-in-law have bleeding, ask her yourself, what do you ask me to do? It's your husband and wife's business, I can handle it. ?"

She didn't even blush when she said this, can she care? Is there anything she doesn't care about?

Seeing the gods stuffing people into his courtyard, not letting him enter Dongmei's room, deducting the monthly bills and daily expenses of the granddaughters, which one of these things was not done by her?

Young Master Cheng was so angry that he vomited blood, but in front of outsiders, it was not easy to tear his face off with his mother.

At this time, Chu Yan took over the conversation, and looked at the eldest son and Mrs. Cheng without a smile: "I happen to know what's going on with this broken blood, do you want to hear about it?"

Young Master Cheng is almost certain that this matter has nothing to do with his mother, and he didn't want to talk about it, but seeing the arrogance on his mother's face, he gritted his teeth and said, "I also ask the son to speak bluntly."

Chu Yan got up from the stone bench and stood in front of the eldest son Cheng. The son was not short, but in front of Chu Yan, he was half a head shorter and his aura was obviously weak.

The more Mrs. Cheng looked, the more familiar her face became, but she couldn't remember where she had seen it.

Chu Yan said: "This blood breakout is not actually a disease, but a symptom caused by a pregnant woman eating improper food. This symptom will make people think that giving birth is imminent, but in addition to abdominal pain and bleeding, the child is not affected. It will not be born, and at this time, people with ulterior motives will say that the woman is difficult to give birth and needs to be given an oxytocin, and once the oxytocin is administered, the child will be forcibly born, the woman's body will suffer a great loss, and it will be broken. Hyperemia, there is a great possibility of causing blood metrorrhagia, and the final result, 80% of which are two dead bodies."

Mrs. Cheng's expression changed suddenly, and she looked at Chu Yan fixedly: "This son, it's not good to talk about this kind of thing, otherwise—"

Chu Yan raised his eyebrows, his face was always smiling, but his eyes had become as cold as ice blades: "Otherwise what?"

Chu Yan's voice was a little deep, and it was this sinking that made Mrs. Cheng's heart beat wildly.

She remembered the voice, remembered it, and remembered this face, this momentum, she remembered it all.

As soon as Mrs. Cheng's legs became weak, she was about to kneel, and the woman beside her quickly supported her: "Madam, what's the matter with you?"

Mrs. Cheng stole a glance at Chu Yan, and when she saw that Chu Yan was looking at her with cold eyes, she immediately lowered her head and dared not raise her eyes again.

"What's wrong with Mrs. Cheng?" Chu Yan knew that she had recognized herself. She had been completely frightened by the incomparable expression on her face earlier. Let go of a nameless person.

I really didn't expect that Zuo Xiangcheng's back house turned out to be like this.

Young Master Cheng blushed and glared at Madam Cheng angrily: "Mother, tell me, did you do this? Could it be that you really want to harm Dongmei and my child?"

Mrs. Cheng was too frightened to speak, in front of the emperor, how dare this child say such a thing.

The old lady beside Mrs. Cheng saw that Mrs. refused to speak, so she hurriedly took over the conversation and said, "Eldest son, you can't wrong Mrs. No matter what Mrs. does, it is for your own good!"

When the eldest son saw the old woman, he got angry, kicked the old woman to the ground, and shouted angrily: "Fuck you, my mother is like this now, who gave it to you? You think I don't know that you are here. Did you come up with any bad ideas?"