Jian Ximan sighed helplessly.

"Wish you, can you be more mature?"

Not to mention whether the head of the Zhu family and the mistress agreed to his adoption of the child and that he would not get married, the head of the Zhu family and the mistress must be the first to disagree.

As the only heir to the Zhu family, he has his own responsibilities and should not be so willful.

Zhu Wenjing looked at her coldly.

"All things in the Song family are managed by Song Jianghuai. He is also adopted. Isn't he qualified to inherit the Song family? The Song family can do it, why can't the Zhu family?"

"Can the situation between the Song family and the Zhu family be the same?"

Song Jianghuai was indeed adopted, but Xixi and An An are both descendants of the Song family. When they are born in the future, the Song family will be considered as descendants.

But the Zhu family is different, and he is the only one in Zhu Wenjing's generation.

The wealthy families care about the most about inheritance and the pure bloodline. How could they allow an adopted child to inherit the Zhu family?

Even if his parents agree, the side branches will object.

At that time, the family will probably never have peace.

Zhu Fengjing narrowed his eyes, and didn't know what he thought of, his eyes suddenly flashed.

"After all, you want to get rid of me just don't want to delay me, right?"

Jian Ximan didn't notice the trap in his problem at all, and said without thinking:

"Yes! I won't marry you. No matter how much you pay, this decision will not change, so..."

"So, it's my business to make. Whether I'm willing to bother you or follow you, it's all my decision. Even if I pursue you for the rest of my life and never get married, you can't interfere with my decision."

Zhu Fengjing held her hand and interrupted her directly. The gloomy expression between her eyebrows gradually dissipated and the corners of her mouth slowly curled up.

Since he didn't want to get rid of him just to avoid delaying him, he wouldn't give up easily.

Giving up halfway is never his style.

Especially when he sees hope, he cannot give up.

He didn't want much, as long as she finally allowed him to stay by her side and take care of her for the rest of her life.

"You..." Jian Ximan was so angry that she couldn't speak for a while.

Zhu Lijing didn't give her a chance to speak and led her towards the mall.

"Okay, I don't care whether I will get married or not. If you have children, you don't have to worry about me. Anyway, I will depend on you in this life. If you think I'm annoyed, I hope you won't meet again in the next life.

Come to me.

You can't hide in this life."

Jian Ximan's heart was touched. Looking at the man's Xinlong figure, there was a hint of tenderness that she didn't even notice.

Feeling the warmth from the man's palm spreading around his body and melting a corner of his heart, Jian Ximan lowered his eyes slightly, his voice a little lower than before.

"Zhu Fengjing, have you ever thought about your parents? Do you want to fight against your parents for me? Or you may completely leave the Zhu family?"

This is not what she wants to see.

She just wants to live her life alone, and when she gets old, she goes to her mother's tombstone to tell her that she will listen to her words and live well.

As for other people's disputes, she didn't want to get involved.

Whether it is selfish or self-interested, it is not easy for her to survive, and she doesn't want to consider others anymore.

I don’t know if it was because Zhu Fengjing noticed her emotions, held her hand tightened a little, and said in a deep voice:

"This is something that a man needs to deal with. You don't need to consider this, let alone how can you be sure that my parents won't agree?"

He said, pausing for a few seconds, turning his head and smiling and continuing:

"Beauty, if you don't understand them, don't make decisions for them early. Maybe my parents will like you very much after seeing you."

Jian Ximan pulled the corner of her mouth, lowering her eyes to block the self-deprecating smile in her eyes.

Which family in the wealthy family is willing to be with their son and a woman who can't get married or have children?

He thought things too simple.

...

at the same time.

Ning Yu'an spent all his efforts to support Lu Yuxiao and lie on the bed.

Even though she usually has physical training, she is very tired.

After gasping for a long time, Ning Yuan wiped the sweat from his forehead, looked down at the man lying on the bed, and kicked the man on the calves that were placed outside.

"Hey! I've sent you back, I don't care about other things anymore. If you vomit a bed, it's not my business."

She was just worried that he would sleep on the streets, so she kindly sent him back.

She won't take care of him!

Responding to her was the man's heavy breathing.

Seeing this, Ning Yu'an continued:

"If you don't say anything, I'll pretend you heard it, then I'll leave first? You... take care of yourself."

I don’t know if he heard her words, Lu Yuxiao pulled the quilt beside him and hugged it in his arms, turned over, and wrapped himself tightly with the quilt.

Ning Yuan raised his eyebrows and whispered to himself:

"I still know how to pull the quilt, it seems that nothing is going to happen."

She said, turning around and walking out, but her pace slowed down a lot.

Ning Yuan felt a little worried. After walking a few steps, he couldn't help but turn around and look at the man lying on the bed. Seeing that he was sleeping soundly, he closed the door and walked downstairs.

The secret guard walked in with a bowl of sobering soup. Seeing Ning Yu'an coming down from the building, he hurriedly walked up to her and stood in front of her.

"Miss Ning Er."

Ning Yu'an glanced at the bowl in his hand, "What is this?"

"This is the sobering soup that Zhu Shao asked us to prepare for Er Shao. I also hope you can feed Er Shao a drink."

The secret guard said, handing out the sobering soup in his hand.

"You just squeeze his chin and pour it in directly. The person is upstairs. Anyway, he is unconscious, and he won't know what you do."

Just because she did what he did to her that night she was drunk, it was her kindness to send him back, so she didn't take care of him.

"Sorry, we servants are not qualified to enter the master's room. Please ask Miss Ning Er to help you."

The secret guard continued to hand over the sobering soup in his hand, bent down slightly, as if only Ning Yuan refused to agree, and he would continue to be in a stalemate with her.

Ning Yuan was hesitating whether to soften his heart once, and then he heard the secret guard continue:

"Miss Ning Er, you don't want to see us accept punishment for a bowl of sobering soup."

Ning Yuan thought for a few seconds, but finally felt soft-hearted, waved his hands randomly, and took the bowl of sobering soup.

"Forget it, let's just help you."

She brought the sobering soup upstairs, pushed the door and walked into the room, and saw Lu Yuxiao lying flat on the bed with her quilt open.

I don’t know if it’s because I feel hot, the white T-shirt is lifted up high, revealing my tight abdominal muscles.
Chapter completed!