She accompanied Mrs. Dong to chat and checked her vital signs again. After confirming that there was no problem, Anbu prepared to say goodbye and leave.

As soon as I opened the door, I saw Dong Chengshao coming over with two old men with serious expressions.

"Get out of the way." Dong Chengshao shouted at Anbu.

Seeing this, Anbu obviously came to find trouble. She quietly stepped aside and asked them to enter the house.

The three of them walked to the bed, and one of the bald old men said to Mrs. Dong on the bed: "My brother and sister, are you in better health?"

Mrs. Dong stared at the ceiling blankly and entered Alzheimer's disease again.

"Cheng Shao, has your mother always been like this?" The bald old man looked at Dong Cheng Shao.

Dong Chengshao shrugged: "Yes, every time I come over, she looks like this."

The bald old man said to the old man in Zhongshan dress next to him: "She is afraid she can't even write a will. How to deal with the inheritance issue?"

The old man in Zhongshan dressed up replied: "Our Dong family's inheritance should naturally be inherited by the Dong family. Even if there is no will, it doesn't matter. This house, including the company's shares, is inherited by Cheng Shao. As for Jiayi, he is going to get married anyway, so just leave her a dowry of one or two million."

Jiayi is Mrs. Dong's daughter and is also the one who hires Anbu.

"This matter is left to the two uncles to decide." Dong Chengshao said happily.

An Bu noticed that Mrs. Dong's eyes had undergone subtle changes, but it soon disappeared invisible.

The two old men were chattering beside Mrs. Dong’s bed, discussing the inheritance and the aftermath as if no one was around. Anbu listened for a while and roughly learned about some of the situation.

The Dong family is a big family with conservative ideas and prefer boys over girls. After Mrs. Dong got married, she only gave birth to one daughter and had nothing to do. The elders of the Dong family were very dissatisfied and finally decided to adopt a boy from the sons and nephews of the uncles of the family, which was Dong Chengshao. He was 12 years old at the time, so how could he really treat Mrs. Dong as his mother?

An Bu could not understand this approach, and worked hard to raise a son for others and inherit his own property. Mrs. Dong may not be willing, but she finally accepted the arrangement. As life is approaching today, she may want to do something for her daughter, so she pretends to be stupid and avoid the coercion of other people in the Dong family.

After looking at the time, Dong Chengshao and the other two had been here for half an hour. Angry said: "Three, Mrs. Dong needs rest, please ask you to go out and talk."

The two old men looked at Anbu dissatisfiedly.

Dong Chengshao shouted and said, "Master, why are you talking?"

"It's almost lunch time now. Are you going to stay for dinner?"

The two old men frowned and stood up and said, "No, we should say goodbye too. Cheng Shao, you can go with us too."

Dong Chengshao responded, then glared at Anbu, and followed the two old men out of the room.

An Bu knew why they left because Miss Dong didn't like them, and it would be embarrassing if she encountered them.

"Are you leaving?" Mrs. Dong asked tiredly.

"Yeah." Anbu put down the curtains, returned to the bed, and poured Mrs. Dong a glass of warm water.

Mrs. Dong waved her trembling hands: "You go back too, I'm a little tired."

"Then you have a good rest." Anbu did not insist, and left after giving a few instructions.

She could probably guess the reason why Mrs. Dong pretended to be stupid was that she wanted to use this time to secretly make a will. If it was noticed by others in advance, she and Miss Dong might have to face a lot of pressure.

However, this is someone else's family matter, Anbu is not interested in it, and believes that Mrs. Dong has his own plans.

When he got home, Jian Ningxuan went out for something. Anbu made a loving dinner, then took a photo and sent it to him to understand his spirit. A few minutes later, a picture was also heard there. The background was the dinner Anbu had just sent, but the food on the plate turned into a photo of the cat owner's head, which also made her understand his spirit.

An Bu smiled and immediately made a cat face cake, waiting for someone to come back to feed him.

At around 11 o'clock in the evening, Jian Ningxuan returned home, took a shower, changed into comfortable pajamas, and then the two of them sat on the sofa watching a movie, holding a piece of cat-faced cake.

They watched "I Have a Date with a Zombie" (parallel World Edition). The male protagonist in the play is an immortal zombie, and the female protagonist is a sorcerer who eliminates the devil and defends the way. The two fell in love and killed each other, and finally died together.

Anbu asked: "Mr. Jane, what would you do if you fall in love with a zombie one day?"

"Marry her." Jian Ningxuan answered neatly.

Hello, should you consider it before answering?

"That's a zombie!" An Bu looked at him in surprise, "Aren't you afraid?"

"What's there to be afraid of? She loves me anyway."

"Love together does not mean you can be together. Your age is not suitable and your life span is not equal. In addition, you have to worry about whether she will harm society."

"Zombies will endanger society mainly because they are hungry, just feed her." Jian Ningxuan handed his arm to Anbu, "You can drink my blood."

Anbu: "…I don't drink human blood."

Jian Ningxuan put down his hand regretfully: "What are you talking about harming society if you don't even drink human blood?"

Anbu: "..."To be honest, do you know something?

"You really don't care about this?" she asked again uncertainly.

Jian Ningxuan touched her head: "I was originally going to be alone for life."

Then what?

"After meeting you, I knew that my virginity could not be preserved."

Anbu: "…"

"I even gave you the proud virgin body, what else can I care about?"

What can be "pride" in a virgin body?!

An Bu couldn't believe that Jian Ningxuan would actually talk nonsense seriously.

"Since that's the case," she turned over and straddled his lap. "Then I'm not polite, choose a zodiac auspicious day to pass through."

Jian Ningxuan's eyes shone with light: "You are the one who decides."

The next day, An Bu came to the Dong family with full energy. When he walked into the bedroom, he found that the two old men were coming again yesterday. In addition, there were a few people he didn't know, who should be direct relatives of the Dong family.

"Sister-in-law, where did you put the key to the treasure room?" asked the bald old man leaned into her ear.

Mrs. Dong looked hunched and her mouth was whispered.

"What did you say? Just louder?" the bald old man raised his voice and asked again.

Anbu looked at them coldly. Did these people think Mrs. Dong would die tomorrow, so they were in a hurry to come over and talk? It was really too much!

"What are you doing here?" She pushed the wheelchair to the bed and said lightly, "Sorry, I want to take Mrs. Dong for a walk now. Please get out of here."

The bald old man looked up at her: "You are the dying caregiver Jiayi invited, right?"

"Yes."

"I have money and nowhere to spend it. People are about to die. What else can I do to make trouble?" The bald old man scoffed at the profession of a dying caregiver.

An Bu retorted without hesitation: "Yes, the ultimate belonging of a person is death. Since that's the case, why are you trying to do here? Just wait at home for a lifetime and die."

This was so poisonous that the bald old man was so angry that his face turned red. He pointed at her and said angrily: "How did you say?"

"It doesn't matter how I speak, what matters is how you treat a seriously ill old man." In terms of age, Anbu is a few rounds older than them, so there is no need to take care of their face.

"Why is a good girl, why are you so uneducated?" a middle-aged man in a suit ordered, "Go out, there's nothing you have to do here."

"If you say it's okay, it's okay? I wasn't something you paid for." Anbu stepped forward, carried Mrs. Dong into a wheelchair in a sweeping manner, led her out of the siege, and headed straight to the backyard.

Everyone was confused: "..." What happened?

"Are you afraid of them causing trouble?" Mrs. Dong's lips moved.

"Whether it is a literary fight or a military fight, they are no match for each other." Wen Dou handed it to her cat owner and fought on his own. He was just a group of stubborn old men, and his lethality was probably not as big as a crab.

"Don't underestimate them. If you find someone to ban you, you will not be able to find a job in this city, they can still do it."

Anbu: If she can't find a job, Mr. Jian will probably be very happy, and she can enjoy the fun of being masturbated at home every day.
Chapter completed!