"Yes," Ye Xingbei frowned and nodded: "I think this smell is very pungent. After smelling it, I feel disgusted, my chest is still stuffy and uncomfortable..."

She looked at Mr. Gu and asked, "Dad, where did you buy this ink? Is it bad quality? I heard that some merchants add some chemicals to the ballpoint pen oil in order to make the words written by ballpoint pens smelly. Although the words written like that are fragrant, they are actually not good for the body. Dad, have you added something to the ink you are using now? Will it be bad for the body?"

As she told her, Gu Junzhu and Qiao Zui's expressions gradually became solemn.

Mr. Gu's face, which always smiled, gradually became serious.

What Ye Xingbei thought of was that the simple ink was like a ballpoint pen, adding chemicals that were not good for the body, so the men of the Gu family thought of more things.

Mr. Gu immediately called his confidant subordinates and asked him to go to his office and bring the remaining ink in his office.

Like many elderly people, he likes to raise flowers and birds when he gets older, likes to drink tea and write a few words. This is his hobby.

The ink he is using now is a piece of Hui ink.

It is a variety called Jingu Shuibi. It is made by famous artists. It is very precious and rare. It was Gu Junzhu respected him.

The ancients once said that those who have good ink are like famous generals with good horses.

The ink that Gu Junzhu gave him was good ink. He liked it lightly, smelled it, polished it, enriched the skin, and was shiny like lacquer. He loved it very much.

Every time he smells the fragrance of the ink melts, he especially likes the smell and will sniff a few times.

Is there something wrong with that ink?

Seeing that Gu Junzhu and Qiao Zui were both serious, he smiled and comforted the two and said, "There may not be any problem. You sit down and eat first, I'll go change my clothes."

All the younger generations present, of course it is impossible to sit down and have dinner before waiting for him.

The old man knew this himself. After returning to the room, he washed up briefly and changed into clean home clothes. He got off in just a few minutes.

He greeted his children and grandchildren: "Come, come and have a meal."

Because Gu Junzhu and Qiao Zui had no smiles on their faces, everyone noticed that something might have happened, and the atmosphere became very serious for a moment.

Mr. Gu smiled and said, "Okay, don't be stern and have a good meal. No matter whether it's okay, am I fine?"

Gu Junzhu was about to say something, but Gu Chi knocked in and said, "Young master, I've bought a pregnancy test stick."

Gu Chi said, looking at Ye Xingbei.

Their young master suddenly asked him to buy a pregnancy test stick. Could it be that... their young lady is pregnant again?

Probably, right?

If it is Mi Sheng or Mu Qingwan, then the one who goes to buy pregnancy test sticks should be the ones around Mr. Yunjuebiao or Mr. Qiao Zuibiao.

Gu Junzhu stood up, took the pregnancy test stick from his hand, and handed it to Ye Xingbei.

Ye Xingbei blushed a little, took the pregnancy test stick, lowered his head and ran upstairs.

There were so many people on the first floor who had dinner, so she was embarrassed to check in the bathroom on the first floor.

Seeing Ye Xingbei taking the pregnancy test stick, Gu Chi asked excitedly, "Young Master, is the young lady pregnant again?"

Gu Junzhu glanced at him and felt very unbeautiful.

He doesn't want Ye Xingbei to get pregnant...
Chapter completed!