"What are grandpa trying to do?" His voice was cold.

Mr. Rong roared angrily: "Rong Yan, if you think I am your grandfather, just take it aside immediately!"

"With me here, no one can think of peace!" Rong Yan's face turned shaking, and his words were loud and loud.

"You-!" Mr. Rong couldn't breathe, and staggered backwards.

Butler Zhang supported him in panic, kept patting his chest to calm down and comforting him.

Rong Yan frowned, and his thin coral red lips were pursed into a thread, without any sign of concession.

At this end, Luo Anning, who was protected by Rong Yan, had an angry cold light burst out in her eyes. Looking at Mo Xiyan's pale and distorted face because of the pain, she burst into laughter.

"Mo Xiyan, do you feel the pain? Do you know that Qiange has been hit by a total of 7 bullets, and she will die for a lifetime. How can I get it back from you bit by bit?"

As her last word fell, the sharp tip of the knife stabbed violently, flipped left and right, and then picked it hard!

"No--!" Mo Xiyan's eyes cracked, and her harsh screams were almost about to cut through the ceiling.

The severe pain spread from her right arm to her limbs and bones. She rolled her eyes and fainted.

Seeing her body falling backwards, Mr. Rong took a deep breath and hurriedly shouted: "Hold her to me! Hold her!"

The man in black rushed over quickly. Before Mo Xiyan was about to touch the ground, she grabbed her arm and pulled her up, held her back and lay on the sofa beside her.

"Bang——" The blood-stained fruit knife fell on the carpet, making a dull sound.

"Hahaha..." She laughed wildly as she looked at Mo Xiyan's bloody right arm, which was fuzzy and bloody.

Seeing her wandering on the edge of losing control, Rong Yan's heart couldn't help but tighten a little. He stretched out his arms to hug her, his forehead against her, and his nose gently rubbed against her little nose. The magnetic voice was specially released.

Rou, with coaxing and comforting Wenrun, said over and over again: "An Ning, be good, don't think about anything..."

Touching the coldness of her hands, Rong Yan secretly lowered his curse, pinched her chin and gently kissed her on her forehead, eyebrows and eyes like a feather...

"An Ning, let's go home, huh?"

Luo Anning stiffened her body and leaned in his arms, as if she had not yet come back to her senses from the bloody revenge.

Rong Yan was not in a hurry, hugged her tightly, and took all her thin body into her arms without leaving a gap.

Mo Xiyan fainted, and the family doctor rushed over and stopped her bleeding. Facing Mr. Rong's worried expression, he had to shake his head helplessly: "Old man, Miss Mo's arm is beyond help."

The tendons of the hand are broken into several sections, and it is difficult to continue to be as close as heaven.

"What about her body? Isn't it serious?" Mr. Rong was not concerned about whether she could keep her right arm, but about the child in her belly!

The family doctor knew about Mo Xiyan's pregnancy, but the old man ordered him not to leak it, so he understood his concerns. After examining Mo Xiyan, he said, "Don't worry, old man, Miss Mo is not only frightened, but also physically

It's not a big deal."

After listening, Mr. Rong fell on the sofa and breathed a sigh of relief. It was fine if it was okay, and his great-grandson would be fine if it was fine!
Chapter completed!