"Your hand can't be delayed for much time. If you wait any longer, even the Great Luo Immortal won't be able to save you. This time, the teacher will come sooner or later. Even if Mr. Tang doesn't speak, I can't look at your right hand.

Abandon it and sit back and ignore it.”

"Teacher, please stop talking, I have a sense of propriety." Mo Xiyan closed her eyes tiredly.

Seeing her look like this, Zhou Zhong couldn't say anything more. He just sighed and said, "Xiyan, since Mr. Rong is already married, you should put your thoughts away and focus on medicine."

"I can't take it back. I have identified with him for the rest of my life."

………[

Luo Anning and Rong Yan, after his crazy tossing that night, seemed to have reconciled by default.

Although being unable to have children was indeed bad news for her, Rong Yan's reaction still gave her some comfort.

After all, he did not abandon her. No matter whether his words were true or not, they were a kind of comfort to her.

After that, the two of them went to Rong Mansion for dinner twice, of course at the invitation of Mr. Rong and Jiang Peihua.

During the dinner, Mr. Rong expressed his desire to hold his great-grandson in his arms, clearly implying that she should take good care of herself so that she could create humans again.

Although Jiang Peihua did not express her position, the longing in her eyes clearly showed her eagerness to have a grandson.

Luo An Ning suddenly became nothing more than chewing wax, and he lost all appetite.

Under the table, Rong Yan secretly held her with one hand and put a piece of sweet and sour fish belly into her bowl. His magnetic voice sounded in her ears: "Eat more to make up for your small body."

After saying that, Rong Yan raised the corners of his lips wickedly, leaned back on the chair, and held her shoulder possessively with one hand, "Grandpa, Mom, I'm not in a hurry. Why are you so anxious? An Ning and I haven't enjoyed it yet.

It’s enough for the two of us, let’s talk about having children later.”

Mr. Rong put down his chopsticks hard and said, "What the hell are you talking about! Old man, I don't have many years left to live. You can't satisfy me with just such a wish, you have to go against me, right?"

Seeing that the old man was angry, Jiang Peihua glared at her son and hurriedly handed over the tea and gently told the old man not to be angry.

"Dad, don't be like that brat. He was just joking. Don't be angry. Don't be angry. Drink some tea to calm down the anger."

Luo Anning clenched her chopsticks tightly, her lips turned slightly pale. After Jiang Peihua finished speaking, she glared at Rong Yan again, "You brat, are you so angry with grandpa? If grandpa gets angry, I won't take care of you."

You! An Ning, the brat is not in a hurry, but grandpa is, and grandpa has nothing to look forward to. He just hopes to have a great-grandson and have a happy family life with him. Don’t disobey grandpa, it’s only a matter of time before you have a child.”

Mr. Rong took a sip of tea and his anger subsided slightly, but the expression on his face was still not very happy. Jiang Peihua kept up his efforts and turned his attention to Luo An Ning: "An Ning, you also hope to give birth to a fat and white son for the brat as soon as possible, right?

Um?"

At the signal from Jiang Peihua's eyes, Luo Anning hesitated, feeling tormented in her heart. Under the table, Rong Yan held her hand tightly and comforted her silently.

"Yes..." One word almost exhausted all her energy.

After receiving the reply, Jiang Peihua smiled with satisfaction, "Dad, look, the brat is joking with you. Didn't An Ning agree to it? Just wait patiently and An Ning will give you a baby.
Chapter completed!