"Mom comes to see you specifically, do you have the heart to disappoint her?" Rong Yan lobbled endlessly.

Thinking of Jiang Peihua, Luo Anning was a little shaken.

To be fair, Jiang Peihua treated her very well, as if she treated her as her biological daughter.

When she had an abortion, she took care of herself in the hospital and was worried about letting the caregiver and servant take care of her.

Seeing that she was a little shaken, Rong Yan picked her up from the bed and took a fresh dress from the closet for her: "Go and change it. We came back from Rong Mansion just to have a meal with you. Go, don't let mom wait for a long time."

Even though Luo Anning didn't want to face him, Jiang Peihua had to give him any face.

I picked up the dress and went to the bathroom to change it, tidied up myself, and then left the bedroom. Rong Yan took the opportunity to hold her, and his dry and warm palm wrapped her soft little hands tightly in the palm.

Warmth is transmitted through the skin.

"Girl An Ning, come here, come here, come here and have a meal with my mother. Come here from Rong Mansion, but it's so hungry." The two of them held hands and got down from the upstairs. Jiang Peihua immediately stepped forward, took Luo An Ning's hand lovingly, and patted comfortably.

To be honest, Luo Anning is a little uncomfortable. Perhaps it was because Mr. Rong asked her to divorce that day, and Jiang Peihua did not object.

She could understand how much the elders think about continuing the incense, but understanding does not mean relief.

Knowing that she had a grudge in her heart, Jiang Peihua didn't force her, so she led her to the restaurant, and Rong Yan followed her.

Mrs. Li efficiently asked the servants to prepare dinner. The large dining table in the luxurious restaurant was already filled with all kinds of dishes with all kinds of colors, fragrance and taste.

Luo Anning was placed first by Jiang Peihua, and her side were Rong Yan and Jiang Peihua.

Luo Anning spoke unnaturally: "Auntie, you should sit here, I can't sit well."

The first place is the elder who should sit, how can she, a junior, have the courage to sit?

Jiang Peihua was stunned, holding the soup bowl to be delivered to her in his hand, and stayed in mid-air in a daze.

She looked at An Ning with disappointment and pain, "Girl An Ning, are you blamed me?"

Luo Anning shook her head, "Auntie, I can understand you and Mr. Rong. If it were me, I would be the same as you."

"Understand, isn't it forgiving?" Jiang Peihua took the words lightly.

Seeing the atmosphere on the dining table almost froze, Rong Yan immediately spoke out and smoothed out: "Mom, didn't you say Ele. I'll drink the soup first. This is the chef's specialty soup. It tastes delicious. You can try it."

"Is that so, then I really have to try it!" Jiang Peihua smiled and picked up the soup bowl, sniffed it lightly, and took a sip.

Luo Anning also lowered her head to drink soup, and she was not very interested.

Jiang Peihua talked to her from time to time, chatting everywhere, never mentioning her and Rong Yan.

In the past, I tried the words that I had to give birth to a child, but now I keep silent. I don’t know if I am worried about touching her pain.

Seeing that she was lowering her head and stewing rice, Rong Yan tightly twisted his eyebrows, picked up a chopstick of vegetables and put them in her bowl: he reminded him, "Eat more, you have lost a lot of weight recently."

Suddenly, there was a piece of sweet and sour tenderloin in the bowl. Luo Anning looked at it calmly, and then used chopsticks to hold the meat into the bone plate.

It is obvious that he won't eat the dishes he picked!
Chapter completed!