Chapter 339: I said it wasn’t what you saw, do you believe it? 【7】

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Rong Yan Shen Sheng interrupted her, rubbed her swollen forehead, dropped a sentence, got up and left: "You have a good rest, I will see you tomorrow."
"Yan, everything I said is true, you believe me! I told you that before breaking up after I broke up, I left..."
"Boom--"
All words were interrupted by the sound of closing the door.
After getting in the car, Rong Yan thought of it, and then rushed to the driver and said, "Go to the suburb of Xu Ji."
Luo Anning also likes to eat Xu Ji's soup dumplings, and fried dumplings are her favorite.
After so many days in the cold war, he was also tired, and it didn't make sense to continue to fight.
Lengthened Lincoln team galloped all the way to the suburbs. Rong Yan got off the bus and ignored the bodyguard's dissuasion and everyone's burning eyes and eager discussions. He personally lined up to buy two soup dumplings and fried dumplings.
Returning to the mansion, Rong Yan asked Lisao in a good mood: "An Ning, are you back?"
She was not in the hospital, so she should have returned early, and Rong Yan was heading upstairs, carrying the hot soup dumplings and fried dumplings.
Lisao looked at him with a sorrowful face and said, "Young Rong, that... the young grandma is not in a good mood, you still... still don't disturb her to rest."
Rong Yan paused and turned to look at her: "What's wrong with her?"
Lisao said: "My grandma came back from the hospital at noon, and the whole person lost his soul. Once he came back, he shut himself in the bedroom and never came out."
Rong Yan suppressed the worry in his heart: "What about dinner? Have you eaten?"
Lisao shook her head, "Young Grandma refused to eat, said she had no appetite, and said that she should be fine. Don't bother her. She wanted to be alone.
"I know." Rong Yan turned upstairs. This time, the pace was a little quick.
Coming to the door of the bedroom, he raised his hand and twisted the door lock. With a dull sound, the door was locked!
"Tapping, tapping—"
His eyes darkened, and he shouted in a deep voice: "Tranquil, open the door."
Luo Anning was immersed in the great news of life-long infertility all afternoon. The whole person was also in a trance, fell asleep unconsciously, and was awakened by a sudden knock on the door.
Listening to Rong Yan's angry voice, she raised her quilt and covered her head, not wanting to take care of everything outside.
She needs time to sort out her mood.
This news, even she can't accept it, will Rong Yan accept it?
Will Jiang Peihua, who has longed to hug his grandson, and Grandpa Rong, who has longed to hug his grandson, will accept it?
She knew that the news of her life-long infertility broke through, and her marriage to Rong Yan should come to an end.
"Luo Anning, open the door for me! Don't let me repeat the third time!" Rong Yan's voice outside the door was already on the verge of rage.
Luo Anning jumped out of bed and came to the dressing table, holding the brown paper bag tightly in his hand—
In the war between heaven and man, should Rong Yan give the report to him, let him make his own choice.
Or could she luckily destroy the report and continue to be with him as if nothing happened?
"Bring me the spare key!"
"Yes, Young Rong!"
Pushing and pushing, the sound of the maid going upstairs came from far and near. Then, the key turned the door lock and made a clear sound.
Seeing that the door was about to be pushed open, An Ning was in a hurry, stuffed the kraft paper bag into the trash bin indiscriminately, and pulled out a few tissues to cover it.
After doing all this, Rong Yan just pushed the door in.