The Rebirth of the National Goddess

Lin Xiyuan bent down slightly, took the notebook with both hands, and said with joy, "Thank you Madam Nine."

Chu Jin looked at Lin Xiyuan, and suddenly had the illusion of deja vu, as if he had seen Lin Xiyuan somewhere before.

It's not a previous meeting.

This feeling is very strange, as if we have known each other for a long time.

Lin Xiyuan looked at the three big characters of "the old friend returns" in the notebook, and was slightly stunned.

Seeing her like this, Chu Jin asked, "What's wrong? Is there something wrong?"

Lin Xiyuan immediately came back to her senses, and said with a smile on her face, "Ninth Madam, there is nothing wrong, it's just that I'm too excited, thank you." After finishing speaking, Lin Xiyuan carefully put the notebook into her handbag.

Chu Jin smiled lightly, "It's easy to do." It's really strange that when she looked at Lin Xiyuan, the more she looked at it, the more strange she felt.

Finding an excuse, Chu Jin pulled Mo Qingyi aside, and asked in a low voice, "Qingqing, who is this Lin Xiyuan?" Time, she can not take it lightly.

Mo Qingyi glanced at Lin Xiyuan, "She is the daughter of General Lin Hong and also Zhou Yiheng's girlfriend. Brother Jin, what's the matter? Is there any problem with her?"

General Lin Hong and Chu Jin knew this person.

Lin Hong's family, including himself, have joined the army for generations and made a lot of contributions to the supernatural world. Hearing that Lin Xiyuan is his daughter, Chu Jin gradually let go of his guard.

Chu Jin also had some impressions of Lin Xiyuan, but not very deeply.

After all, the two of them just met each other once.

"Okay." Chu Jin returned the notebook in his hand to Lin Xiyuan.

Chu Jin also remembered that the middle-aged couple whom he had seen on the racetrack earlier were Lin Hong and Lin Lan.

Chu Jin put away his thoughts, "Oh, it's nothing, I just asked casually, but I don't think Lin Xiyuan is such a simple person, you'd better pay attention."

Mo Qingyi nodded, "Well, I know."

Regarding Chu Jin's words, Mo Qingyi has always been obedient.

The night is getting darker, and the first-year banquet is gradually coming to an end.

Duanmuzhe and Mo Qingyi bid farewell to the crowd and drove away, with Lin Xiyuan following behind them.

Because Lin Xiyuan was there, Mo Qingyi did not sit in the co-pilot, but sat in the back seat with Lin Xiyuan, chatting with her.

On the way, Lin Xiyuan also thoughtfully called Zhou Yiheng.

But Zhou Yiheng seemed to be very busy, so he hung up the phone without saying a few words.

Seeing this, Duanmuzhe said, "Yuanyuan, don't mind, my cousin is like this sometimes, when he gets busy, he doesn't want to answer anyone's calls."

Lin Xiyuan put the phone back into the bag, smiled slightly, and said very understandingly, "Well, since I chose Yiheng, then I can understand him, you don't have to worry."

Duanmu Zhe nodded, not talking.

The car soon stopped in front of the Lin family's villa. Duanmuzhe sat in the car and did not come out. Mo Qingyi sent him out of the car, "Yuanyuan, go in quickly and rest early."

Lin Xiyuan smiled and nodded, "Well, goodbye."

After saying goodbye to each other, Mo Qingyi opened the car door and entered the co-pilot. Duanmuzhe started the engine and left without stopping too much.

The black off-road vehicle quickly disappeared into the night.

Lin Xiyuan kept watching the car leave before turning around and entering the villa.

Lin Hong and Lin Lan were not at home, and Lin Xiyuan was alone in Nuo Da's villa.

Lin Xiyuan didn't turn on the light either, and walked through the living room to the upstairs bedroom in the dark.

It was not until the bedroom that Lin Xiyuan turned on the light.

She didn't change her clothes, she was still wearing the dress, she sat directly at the desk next to the bed, took out the notebook in the handbag, and opened the first page.

The first page is exactly the one that says "Return of old friends".

Looking at the signature, Lin Xiyuan slowly raised the corners of her mouth, showing a disappointed smile, then slowly tore off the signature paper, and took out a classic lighter from the drawer.

With a "snap", a faint blue flame shot up from the lighter.

The fire light was reflected on Lin Xiyuan's face, and a strange luster formed in her eyes. She slowly moved the fire light to the signature paper with the words "the old friend returns", and the scorching flame slowly turned the snow-white paper devoured and turned into ashes.

Seeing the white paper turn into ashes, Lin Xiyuan squinted her eyes, a strong cold light flashed in her eyes, and then blew the ashes into the trash can.

It's a pity that the name of Chu Jin himself was not signed on this piece of paper.

If it was Chu Jin's own name, there would be a good show at the Emperor's Palace tonight.

Lin Xiyuan had done thousands of calculations, but she didn't realize that Chu Jin still had a pseudonym.

After doing this, Lin Xiyuan stood up from the desk, her face returned to normal, she took a change of clothes and went to the bathroom.

Coming out of the bathroom, Lin Xiyuan didn't immediately go to bed, but put on a delicate makeup, took the car keys, went downstairs, and walked towards the garage.

Soon, a red sports car left from the direction of Lin's villa.

Lin Xiyuan went straight into a bar. At this time, Lin Xiyuan was very different from the past. Now she was wearing heavy makeup, and her original face could not be seen at all. She walked to the middle of the dance floor and pulled out a little girl from inside.

The little girl looked about seventeen or eighteen years old, with colorful dyed hair and a nose ring on her nose, "Are you here? Where's the money?" The little girl stretched out her hand towards Lin Xiyuan.

Lin Xiyuan put the money prepared in advance into the hands of the young lady, and said coldly, "Remember to do what I told you."

"Don't worry." The young lady weighed the banknotes in her hand and said with a smile, "I've always kept my promises, you just wait at home for news from me."

"Okay, remember what you said today." After saying this, Lin Xiyuan turned around and left.

The little girl looked at Lin Xiyuan's leaving back, shook her head slightly and said, "Tsk tsk tsk, if this woman becomes ruthless, how can there be any men?"

Immediately, a rambunctious young man popped out from the side, "Boss, Boss, do you mean you are not a woman?"

"Go away!" The little girl slapped the boy on the head, and continued, "Tell brothers, eat and drink as much as you want tonight, and I'll treat you, boss!"

"Follow the boss and have meat to eat, I'll tell my brothers right away." The boy happily shuttled across the dance floor.

The young man directly picked up the microphone and said to the crowd dancing wildly, "Brothers, we can eat and drink as much as we want tonight. Boss Yan said that she will pay for all the expenses tonight!"

"Long live Boss Yan!" The audience cheered excitedly.

That little girl is called Yan Yong. In fact, her facial features are very good-looking, but her dress is too unorthodox.

Yan Bing picked up a glass of nicely colored cocktail, shaking it gently under the light.

Her good days have only just begun.

There was a calculating smile on the corner of Yan Yan's mouth.

Time flies, and two months have passed.

Today is Ding Siyu's expected date of delivery. Ding Siyu is pregnant with triplets. The doctor does not recommend a normal delivery, so she had a caesarean section.

Early on, Mo Zhixuan accompanied Chu Jin to the hospital.

Baby Beibei is still young, so it is not suitable for frequent visits to the hospital, so Chu Jin and Mo Zhixuan put them at home, under the watchful eye of Mrs. Mo and Yuesao.

Before entering the operating room, Ding Siyu was very nervous.

Chu Jin touched her hand and comforted her in a low voice, "Sister, don't be nervous, the cesarean section is very safe, the doctor will give you anesthesia, after the anesthesia you will fall asleep, and when you wake up After coming, you can see three lovely babies."

Ding Siyu held Chu Jin's hand tightly, "Ah Jin, do you think this anesthetic will affect the child? Also... Will the blood bank in this hospital be temporarily short of blood..." No matter how strong you are Many people, before giving birth, will inevitably have a little fear.

After all, this is a woman walking through the gate of hell.

Chu Jin smiled and said, "No, don't worry, the surgeons my brother-in-law found for you are all professor-level doctors. When you are on the operating table, don't be so nervous. A cesarean section is much more comfortable than a normal delivery. Think about it. Didn’t they all come here at that time? It’s really nothing.”

"En." Ding Siyu nodded, and there was a person in front of her for comparison, which made Ding Siyu feel a lot more relaxed.

Han Zixiu also walked up to Ding Siyu, bowed his head and kissed Ding Siyu's forehead, "Honey, don't be nervous, I'll wait outside for you and the children to come out."

"Are the children's clothes and toiletries ready?" Ding Siyu asked.

"Well, everything is ready." Han Zixiu nodded.

"What about diapers? What about milk powder?" Ding Siyu continued to ask.

"Honey, you can give birth with peace of mind. I've prepared everything, so you don't have to worry at all." Han Zixiu said in a deep tone.

"Yes." Ding Siyu nodded, "That's good, Han Zixiu, do you want our baby to be a boy or a girl?"

"As long as it is born by you, I like both boys and girls." Han Zixiu replied, and this sentence was also very beautiful.

Chu Jin stood aside, looked at Han Zixiu, then at Mo Zhixuan, and parted her red lips lightly, "Look at brother-in-law, you need to learn more, don't favor girls over boys in the future, and always bully the baby! "Mo Zhixuan has often bullied the baby at home.

Mo Zhixuan raised his eyebrows slightly, "Ah Jin, sons are poor and daughters are rich, this is the rule left by our ancestors, how can you say that I am patriarchal? Besides, when did I bully the baby? Already?" He was a reasonable man.

"Do you dare to touch your conscience and tell me that you are not patriarchal?" Chu Jin poked Mo Zhixuan's head.

"No." Mo Zhixuan was serious.

He has always been following the rules of his ancestors to do things, so how could he have such an old idea of ​​favoring women over men?

The ancestors all said that daughters are rich and sons are poor.

It wasn't his fault.

Chu Jin: "Hehe."

The operation time came soon, and Ding Siyu was pushed into the operating room by the doctors and nurses.

With a snap, the door of the operating room was closed.

The operating lights come on.

Now, the nervous person became Han Zixiu.

He has been standing outside the operating room, staring at the door of the operating room intently.

Seeing Han Zixiu like this, Mo Zhixuan seemed to see himself a year ago, he walked over, patted Han Zixiu on the shoulder, and comforted him in a low voice, "Sister will be fine, don't worry, there is no risk in cesarean section Operation."

Han Zixiu also straightened his expression very rarely, and looked at Mo Zhixuan, "Is there any smoke?"

Since Ding Siyu became pregnant, he quit smoking, but at this moment, he couldn't suppress the mania in his body.

Ever since Chu Jin got pregnant, Mo Zhixuan also quit smoking. Until the baby Beibei was born, Mo Zhixuan never touched a cigarette again, "No, how about I buy it for you?"

"Okay, I'm sorry to trouble you." Han Zixiu rarely said the word 'trouble' to Mo Zhixuan. If it was normal, there would be no such harmonious scene between the two of them.

"Okay, then wait for me." Mo Zhixuan understood Han Zixiu's current mood very well.

Chu Jin and Mo Zhixuan went downstairs to buy cigarettes together, while Han Zixiu stood in front of the operating room.

Until the two came back, Han Zixiu kept the same posture.

Mo Zhixuan handed the cigarette to Han Zixiu, and put on the lighter thoughtfully.

"Thank you." Han Zixiu lit a cigarette, thanked Mo Zhixuan, and continued, "The last time my sister entered the delivery room, did you wait like this? About how long did you wait?" Han Zixiu couldn't wait any longer, he had already entered quickly It's been an hour, and there is still no response at all.