Chapter 951 (1/2)

Huan Qingyan also calmed down. It was useless to be anxious, especially when she was caught by your wife.

”Madam won't let me have children, and my child will be born, but why did your wife catch me here to have children?” Get the truth first, and then make countermeasures.

The little eyes of the fat woman flashed, ”naturally, our wife is to protect the fantasy girl. Now there are rumors everywhere that the girl's stomach is wild. What if someone is bad for the girl and the child can't be born?”

Ma Po echoed, ”yes, our wife has a pure good intention. She asked Huan girl to stay in Jimo mansion before, but Huan girl didn't listen. Therefore, our wife can only make such a bad decision.”

Huan Qingyan scolded in his heart. It sounds good. If so, why not take her back to Jimo family? But hide her here secretly?

Must have some ulterior purpose.

But now the situation is very unfavorable to her and it is not suitable to turn her face.

First pretend to be stupid and don't know anything. Get familiar with the terrain and environment and see the situation.

What your wife wants is a child. She will not do anything to her until the child is born safely.

”It's my wife's painstaking efforts. Well, I've learned it. I just don't want to stay in the holy city. It's really quiet here. It's a good place to have a baby. It's suitable for raising a baby.”

The two women looked at each other, and they also prepared other powerful means. If the magic looks unconvinced and comes directly, it seems that they don't need it.

Your wife has also explained that women are most afraid of being restless when giving birth to children. It's best not to be rude if they can.

Otherwise, if the children are not protected, they will meet each other.

”The girl is a sensible person, so we don't need to say much. The terrain here is humid, and the girl still goes back to her room to have a rest. What's more, although the girl wants to eat, she can't say there are all of them here, but she will try her best to meet the needs of our little master.”