Mommy Is Waging A Rebellion

He found that Ruan Mizheng's pupils were very empty, and her reaction to the light was weaker.    

He frowned. "This is not a good sign."    

Shaang Weiyuan subconsciously looked at Ruan Mizheng. His expression changed slightly. "What do you mean?"    

Bo Ling shook his head. "I am not sure. Because I am a doctor, a lot of things need to be explained by science, so there are many things that cannot be explained by vomiting."    

"All of her indicators are normal, but her pupils seem to be under some kind of magic..."    

Shaang Weiyuan sat by the bedside and looked at Ruan Mizheng who had her eyes closed. The image of the woman in the monitoring screen flashed in his mind.    

Her temperament changed drastically. Her eyes were empty and unfocused.    

His walking posture was stiff...    

Shaang Weiyuan narrowed his eyes dangerously and looked up at Bo Ling. "I know."    

Bo Ling frowned. "You know? What exactly is going on?"    

Shaang Weiyuan stood up and said to Bo Ling, "Please take care of her. I need a day."    

After saying that, he turned around and left. Bo Ling stretched out his hand." Sigh!"    

He looked at Shaang Weiyuan's back as he left in a hurry and sighed.    

This man... left without saying anything.    

Shaang Weiyuan flew to A Country alone.    

A Country was a country with a very dense population, and it was also a country with gold everywhere.    

It was also a country with a gradually aging population.    

"Creak -"    

Autumn had already arrived in A Country.    

Shaang Weiyuan was wearing black pants and black boots as he stepped on the yellow leaves, allowing the wind to blow away the thick black hair.    

Although A Nation was economically developed, it was also very traditional.    

Furthermore, it was located between Europe and Asia. In the 1960s, it was once a major trading country in Europe. Later on, after a trade war, it stopped trading with Europe and was isolated from Asia.    

The citizens of A Nation were still wearing the clothes of European royalty in the 1980s and 1980s, and they retained their former style.    

The king of this country, Walton, was already sixty-seven years old this year.    

However, there were very few children. A while ago, the conferring ceremony had just ended. They clearly lived in the 21st century, but they lived like ancient people.    

This was also the reason why Country A was lagging behind.    

Shaang Weiyuan's appearance attracted the attention of many people.    

After all, this man was dressed like a foreigner. Coupled with his outstanding appearance, many girls looked over.    

When Shaang Weiyuan heard that the king lived in a place called Nangong, he rented a car.    

Sure enough, as soon as he arrived at the entrance, dozens of soldiers with weapons surrounded Shaang Weiyuan.    

"What are you doing!?"    

They said in a very awkward English language.    

This kind of English. It was not standard. It was a bit like a local dialect. It was like a Y People speaking English.    

"I want to see the king."    

Shaang Weiyuan said lightly. His voice was low and hoarse, and coupled with the thick and mellow English, if one did not look at this Eastern handsome face, one would really think that he was a noble.    

The man in the lead looked at Shaang Weiyuan from head to toe and said, "If you want to see the king, you should not come in from the south gate!"    

Shaang Weiyuan said, "I know."    

"Please tell the king that I am Shaang Weiyuan. I have an urgent matter to discuss with him," the man in the lead said.    

Shaang Weiyuan's calm voice made the men look at each other. Their eyes were filled with admiration.    

It was like a fan meeting an idol.    

The man in the lead cleared his throat. A man dressed like a housekeeper walked over and whispered something into his ear.    

The man in the lead looked at Shaang Weiyuan in surprise. He waved his hand to signal his men to move aside and said, "The king invites Mr. Shaang in!"    

Shaang Weiyuan entered Nangong under the lead of a housekeeper.    

The interior of the palace was decorated in a vintage style. The Roman pillars that had been worn down were erected on both sides of the palace's main entrance. They looked like the two gatekeepers guarding the king.    

When Shaang Weiyuan walked in.    

The king seemed to have just woken up and was stretching out his arms to let the servants wear their clothes.    

"Mr. Shaang is here. This is rare."    

The king looked at Shaang Weiyuan and smiled.    

The king looked very kind. It was unknown if it was because of his age. His white beard grew out under his chin, and a pair of turbid old eyes were appreciating himself in the mirror. His slightly curly hair had a golden crown inlaid with gems.    

"Mr. Shaang, sit."    

The king said another sentence.    

Shaang Weiyuan sat on the sofa, and the servants served him tea and water.    

After the king changed his clothes, he sat opposite Shaang Weiyuan. He leaned back against the sofa and said, "What brings Mr. Shaang here this time?"    

Shaang Weiyuan looked at the black tea in the cup and said slowly, "The king should know. You are asking questions even though you know the answer."    

Shaang Weiyuan never spoiled anyone.    

But now he used honorifics to the king, Walton. He rarely used honorifics to others.    

Because this was a very special period.    

He understood that Walton only looked kind, and those were all false appearances.    

Walton smiled mysteriously. "Mr. Shaang is indeed a well-known person, and nothing can be hidden from you."    

Shaang Weiyuan looked at him. A trace of coldness flashed through his eyes. "King, please state your conditions."    

Walton raised his eyebrows. "Isn't it too early for Mr. Shaang to say this? Why don't we have some tea and talk about it later?"    

Shaang Weiyuan pursed his lips and smiled. His tone clearly changed. "The king is not anxious, but I am anxious. That is my woman."    

Walton smiled and clapped with both hands. "Mr. Shaang is indeed a love type. He values relationships very much."    

"Tell me the conditions."    

Walton was about to say something when suddenly a very gentle voice came from upstairs. "Stop, who came?"    

The woman in a gorgeous and luxurious dress walked down the spiral staircase. She had long yellow hair and a face full of exquisite European makeup.    

She went downstairs and sat on Walton's lap like a little elf.    

This was Walton's new wife, who was only 25 years old this year, after the talent show ended a while ago.    

When Shaang Weiyuan saw her face, his eyes turned cold, but he was not surprised.    

Chu Qianqian.    

Chiang Ann had told him about this woman. During the three years he had amnesia, he had told him that this woman had pierced through her heart with a gun. Later, she sank to the bottom of the sea, and no one had seen her ever since.    

Chiang Ann had told him that Chu Qianqian had saved his life once, causing him to be infertile for the rest of his life.    

But later on, Chu Qianqian kidnapped Shaang Yuexuan out of jealousy and threatened Ruan Mizheng and Shaang Weiyuan.    

Although his memory of three years ago was blank, when Shaang Weiyuan saw Chu Qianqian's face, many black and white images flashed in his mind.    

But in the end, he lost his memory. Shaang Weiyuan looked at Chu Qianqian with eyes that were colder than strangers.