"What's that lady's name?"

The maid shook her head: "The lady didn't say it clearly, she only said that her surname was Mo, and Young Master Rong would know."

Who else will besides Mo Xiyan?!

Jiang Peihua was in a policeman. Ling Dazuo hurriedly called the maid, "Don't tell the young master this, and don't mention a word of words again. Just pretend that it has never happened. Do you know?"

The maid has only been to Rong Mansion for nearly two years, so she doesn't know what the lady named Mo has. She is even so careful.

But I still agreed respectfully: "I understand, Madam, nothing happened just now, and there is still some work outside that has not been finished, so I will go now."

Jiang Peihua smiled admiringly: "Go, do it well, the Rong family will not treat you badly."

The maid took the order and retreated. Jiang Peihua walked to the phone. Fortunately, the old man went to the garden to walk the birds and was not in the living room, otherwise his blood pressure would have soared.

Jiang Peihua looked at the phone and was in a daze for a long time. Finally, he slowly answered...

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When she returned to the bedroom, Luo Anning was really lying on the bed. She closed her eyes and pretended to sleep. Rong Yan leaned against the wall, looking at her back to her body, her eyes gradually becoming deeper.

"Knock--"

Jiang Peihua said outside the door: "Boy, come to the study room and I have something to say to you."

Rong Yan raised his eyebrows in confusion and found that Luo Anning was also frowning at him, as if he was worried that they would repent and give birth to another child.

Luo Anning has been urged countless times, and she is already very afraid of this topic. When there is a little movement, it becomes a soldier.

Rong Yan handed her a reassuring look: "You rest first, I'll go back."

After saying that, he took him out.

When he arrived at the study, Jiang Peihua was already sitting on the sofa, waiting for him as if he was a three-party trial.

Rong Yan raised his eyebrows and walked over with a chuckling: "Mom, where did you do this?"

"Don't give me a smile, be serious." Jiang Peihua was not tempted by the beauty of the demon son at all, and he spoke up and scolded him.

Rong Yan touched the tip of his nose, withdrew his smile in disgrace, and put on a solemn look, "Mom, I'm very serious now."

Glazed at his baby son, Jiang Peihua handed him a cup of tea and took a sip of it himself, "Boy, mom asks you, do you still have feelings for Mo Xiyan?"

Rong Yan took the tea, put it in his hand and played with it. He lowered his head and sniffed the fragrance of tea casually. When he heard this, his fingertips trembled and a few drops of tea escaped.

Jiang Peihua sighed in his heart. Rong Yan returned to his original state after a moment, and asked with a smile: "Mom, why are you talking about her well? How disappointing."

"Don't give me a sloppy eye. Tell me honestly, is there any or not? You and An Ning are already married. Mom doesn't want anything to happen again to destroy your stable life now. Do you understand?" Jiang Peihua looked at him earnestly.

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After a long time, Rong Yan nodded, his voice a little misty: "...I understand."

Seeing his appearance, Jiang Peihua couldn't bear to say anything more, "Mom hopes you can cherish the peace. Mom can see that she is a good child, and you and her are the most suitable ones. Well, many mothers won't talk too much,

I just remind you that you must be sensible in your work.”

After Jiang Peihua finished speaking, he left the study with great worries.
Chapter completed!