Bai Yansong found a good excuse and asked his wife to design the drawings for adding a roof to Xiao Yu's swimming pool. Before leaving, he patted Bai Zhanji on the shoulder, praised him twice and said: "Boy,

He is indeed my son. Well done."

Bai Zhanji responded casually: "I've always been good. But what good things did I do this time? I really can't remember it."

Bai Yansong smiled mysteriously, looked at Xiao Yu with strange eyes, and then left.

Xiao Yu knew that Bai Yansong's changes must have something to do with Miss Ma or Miss Ma. However, there was really no news about Miss Ma or Miss Ma in his memory. Especially since this Miss Ma was still in the upper class of Imperial Capital.

If she had met a beautiful woman, Xiao Yu felt that she would never forget it. Men may not remember it, but women, especially beautiful women, Xiao Yu has a photographic memory. Regarding this, Xiao Yu is still full of confidence in himself

Confident.

So who is this Miss Ma or Miss Ma? It is obviously unrealistic to ask Bai Zhanji and his son, and Bai Yansong will think that he is deliberately making fun of him.

"Miss Ma, or Miss Ma. It will undoubtedly be very difficult to find this person with just one surname. And the surname is not very certain yet." Xiao Yu thought while rubbing his temples.

A big pig-headed face smiled and came closer.

"Master Xiao, Master Xiao! Master Xiao!" Fatty An, who had a pig-headed face and a big face, had a humble smile on his face. He didn't want to interrupt Xiao Yu's current thoughts, but the matter was important and it was necessary.

Make it clear again: "You just said that you can let me have a son of my own? A biological son?"

Fatty An knows his own family affairs well. His infertility problem is the biggest worry in his heart. The Chinese people have always had a tradition that there are three types of unfilial piety, and the most important is not having children. There is no son of his to inherit his mantle, and he will work hard to survive.

What could the struggle be for? You see, Bai Yansong is different. He lives a busy and nervous life every day, earning a lot of money. He has a future, such a living eldest son.

Look at yourself again, you can earn four to five million every year, but unfortunately you don’t know how to spend the money you make. Instead, nearly two-thirds of your income every year is given to those unscrupulous hospitals. Basically,

In two or three years, a so-called "famous doctor" was replaced, and a lot of Chinese and Western medicines were eaten, but the wives' stomachs just didn't move. Some of the wives even had problems because their pocket money was not enough.

I came up with the idea of ​​cuckolding Fatty An.

Xiao Yu smiled, came back from his thoughts, and said: "No matter how good someone else's son is, it is not his own. Even if he is forced to stay by his side, after all, he has external intentions - is that what you think? Then?

In this case, why don't you choose to have one by yourself? Look, my boss looks like he is only forty years old. He is in the prime of his life. Giving birth to sons one after another will not be like playing for fun? I will hug you then.

It feels so comfortable to hold my eldest son."

Fatty An gave a bitter smile. I thought, I have that ability. The black soil is good, and the fertilizer is first-class. However, the seeds I bought are all fake seeds, which have long been used by those black-hearted rich people in big pots.

I've been fired once, half-baked and half-dead - this is not what Fatty An said himself, but I don't know when he went to the hospital for a test and the doctor said so. He said that his sperm survival rate was less than 5%.

It was probably caused by smoking, drinking and picking up girls when I was young.

Originally thinking that this would be the end of his life, Fatty An simply decided that if he couldn't be cured after this year, he would not spend the unjust money. Go to the hospital? What a joke, most people live in a place that is worse than filling a big hole.

Not worth it.

"It must be." Fatty An heard what Xiao Yu said was not true at all, and he felt a little bit resurrected in his heart. "Seeing people holding their sons and strutting through the market, then I feel envious and jealous in my heart. If I really can

Let me hold my own son, let alone one or two conditions. Whatever conditions you say, I will meet them! Please tell me quickly, what are the conditions? - In addition, you are really sure to cure me.

sick?"

"If you don't believe me, don't ask." Bai Zhanji sneered, half-supporting and half-hugging Cheng Fengfeng, who had finally snatched it away, and said to Xiao Yu: "Let's go, we have a lot of things to do when we get back. Let's drink tea.

If you are not full, find a restaurant and I will treat you to dinner."

Xiao Yu wanted to laugh a little. Bai Zhanji's excuse was really lame. On the one hand, he said he had a lot of things to do when he went back, and on the other hand, he said he wanted to go to a restaurant for dinner.

"Well. Eating is the most important thing in the world. People are like iron rice or steel. If you don't eat for one meal, you will feel hungry and your eyes will go blind. If you are hungry, you will not be able to cure the disease that can be cured."

Xiao Yu said with a smile.

Then the two and a half people stood up and prepared to leave.

That half of the person is naturally the unconscious Cheng Fengfeng.

Bai Zhanji suddenly had a flash of inspiration and said, "After dinner, didn't the Imperial Times have an interview with a famous doctor? The appointment was at 3:30 in the afternoon. I remember. Let's hurry up."

After Bai Zhanji finished speaking, he hugged Cheng Fengfeng and walked out first. Xiao Yu turned her head and smiled at Fatty An, and said, "You can have time to think about it."

This smile and this expression made Fatty An suddenly stunned. The interview with the famous doctor Shenma was not just nonsense by Bai Zhanji, but it was true.

"You, you, you are Xiao Yu!" Fatty An looked at Xiao Yu's solid back and suddenly thought of it.

The infectious disease incident a few days ago caused Fatty An to close down for six or seven days. As soon as I woke up from a different woman every morning, I quickly turned on the TV and computer to see the latest news about infectious diseases. Fortunately, on the seventh day

At that time, complete control was declared. People's lives in Dijing returned to normal.

Among this group of medical workers who deserve thanks, Xiao Yu must be an eye-catching figure.

The simplest and most direct reason is that in the expert group composed of a group of old and half-old men, this child is too young!

Xiao Yu could already feel a fiery gaze coming from behind. Unfortunately, it was not a woman's, which made Xiao Yu a little disheartened. He took out the business card given by the waiter from his pocket, and it was already a wrinkled ball.

Yu carefully unfolded it flatly. Before he could see clearly what was written on it, Fatty An unexpectedly pounced from behind and grabbed Xiao Yu's waist. Fatty An actually wanted to hug him elsewhere.

It's a pity that Xiao Yu is much taller than him. His short stature is as short as that of Wu Dalang, so it is really difficult to carry him anywhere else.

"Miracle doctor! Miracle doctor!" Fatty An said, "I believe it! I don't have to think about it anymore. You can tell me your conditions now."

The exclusive interview in the Imperial Capital Times in the afternoon was fake, but the previous interview was true. Bai Zhanji revealed this news, which confirmed Xiao Yu's identity and gave An Fatty a little confidence in his recovery from the disease.

"Believe in the doctor for the last time." Fatty An said to himself.

In fact, Fatty An would almost repeat this sentence every time he met a more "reliable" doctor.

Xiao Yu stopped.

"Two million, the treatment fee cannot be less." Xiao Yu said expressionlessly. A big bowl of tea costs fifteen, and a cup of tea in the teahouse costs six, six, or even eight or eight. Of course, his own treatment fee is also

You have to adapt to the skyrocketing prices. What's more, your own reputation has been blown out, and you will earn 10 million by the end of the year. If you don't take advantage of the fat man at this time, you will be sorry for your own conscience.

"Why don't you go rob the bank!" Fatty An said to himself in his heart. But he didn't dare to say these words. He changed from hugging Xiao Yu's waist to hugging Xiao Yu's thigh - relatively speaking, this posture of Fatty An was more

It's more comfortable, but it's a bit high when you hold it around your waist. Fatty An feels it's a bit strenuous.

"It's a little too high." Fatty An said while bargaining.

"Then you can let me go and I can go." Xiao Yu said calmly. "You get what you pay for. With such a price, it will naturally have such an effect. You can pay one million in advance and the remaining money

It won’t be too late to give it to you after you have a son.”

Fatty An didn't hear anything else, but Xiao Yu was full of confidence in his own medical skills, and Fatty An could still hear it. Moreover, Xiao Yu's conditions were relatively generous, and he paid for results. This was not something that just any doctor could give away.

votes.

Fatty An gritted his teeth. Two million was his income for nearly half a year. However, compared with the nearly three million annual treatment fee that had no effect, Fatty An felt that he should still take a gamble.

Using two million to bet on a son of his own, Fatty An felt that it was worth the money. What's more, there is still one million to wait for any of the wives to get pregnant with the son. This matter is still worth fighting for.

.

So Fatty An couldn't let Xiao Yu leave anymore. He hugged Xiao Yu's legs and said, "Deal, deal."

"Slow down, don't be anxious, I have another news to tell you." Xiao Yu said with a smile: "If you agree to this condition, it won't be too late for us to discuss cooperation."

"What conditions?" Fatty An asked. No condition was more important than Fatty An giving birth to a son.

"The condition is him." Xiao Yu pointed at Mu Nannan, who was half lying on the ground, and said with a smile. "You already have your own son, so what's the use of keeping this cousin? Why don't you wait to share your son's family property?"

"This...Master Xiao means..."

"Leave this Mu Nanfang on the curb," Xiao Yu said arrogantly. "The further away from your teahouse, the better. I'm already preparing to have a son. This kind of person who is not even a nephew should be kept."

It also adds to the chaos.”

Fatty An looked at Mu Nanfang who was not far away indifferently, and murderous intent suddenly appeared on his body.
Chapter completed!