Zhao Chen had no choice but to turn over and show her.

The lights were hazy and I couldn't see clearly, but I could indeed tell that it was an old injury. At this moment, Aji realized that Zhao Chen's contribution was not as easy as she thought. He was exchanged for his life. It was because he could come back well, because he had a great life.

"Are there any injuries elsewhere?" Seeing a wound, Aji was completely uneasy.

"It's gone." Zhao Chen told the truth. Some were minor injuries, some had already recovered, and some had scars.

Aji didn't believe it, and asked while touching him, "It's really gone?"

Zhao Chen felt itchy again when she touched her. After a moment of silence, he said, "Yes, it's just not easy to show you."

Aji paused and immediately became anxious, "What's wrong with it? Where is the injury?" He refused to show it to her. Could it be that he was seriously injured?

Zhao Chen grabbed her hand and sent it to a place seriously: "It's right inside my thigh. I was so scared that I lost half my life, for fear that I would be hurt and I couldn't explain it to you."

Just listening to the first half of the sentence, Aji believed it true, and when he touched an unexpected place, he immediately realized that Zhao Chen was doing something bad again. She was ashamed and angry as she tried to retract her hand. Zhao Chen did not force her, but just quickly turned over and held his wife's hot face and said, "Aji, let's have a son this time, so I can pass the title to him in the future."

Aji wanted to have a son more than him, but she had the final say in that kind of thing.

She didn't say a word, Zhao Chen guessed what she was thinking, and leaned into her ear and said softly: "I heard a saying in the southern Xinjiang that I would use a posture when doing that, and I would definitely give birth to a son. Do you want to try it?"

Aji was hooked by him and wanted to try it, but she was embarrassed to admit it, and she just hoped that Zhao Chen would say it quickly.

Zhao Chen kissed her, and said temptingly while moving: "Now I will teach you, if Aji doesn't want to do it, tell me."

Aji waited nervously, and was pretended to be unimaginable by Zhao Chen. When she heard the movements near her ears, she was unprecedentedly ashamed. But she really wanted to give birth to a son for Zhao Chen, so even though she wondered whether Zhao Chen was deliberately taking advantage of her with this statement, she still bit her lip and endured it.

When the matter was over, Aji was weak and extremely satisfied.

"Go to bed, come back tomorrow morning." Zhao Chen kissed his wife pitifully and hugged her in his arms.

His petite wife, he has wanted to sleep like this every night for nine months.

~

Xinlan Garden.

When Ning returned from Wangzhuxuan, Zhao Yunting had already gone to Rongshoutang to pay tribute to the grandmother. When the little maid learned that Zhao Yunting had come here as soon as he returned to his mansion, Ning didn't say anything and ordered the servants to go to the water room to get hot water.

Zhao Chen and his son attended a banquet in the palace. She used dinner with her daughter-in-law. In the cold winter, she didn't want to take a walk to digest food after dinner. After walking around the outside room, she saw every pot of orchid, and Ning went into the inner room.

After washing his feet halfway, Zhao Yunting came.

Ning didn't want to wash again, so she wiped her feet and asked the little maid to take out the water, and then replaced Zhao Yunting with a new one. Seeing Zhao Yunting staring at him with a gaze, Ning asked casually: "Have you seen Chengyuan in the palace?"

Zhao Yunting nodded, sat next to his wife, grabbed the hydrangea that his granddaughter liked and rolled it twice, and said with a smile: "Chengyuan is back, Chancan should be happy, her mother is tired and her father is coaxing her."

He had nothing to say, and Ning simply echoed a few words.

The room gradually became silent. When Zhao Yunting heard the maid's footsteps, he threw the granddaughter's ball to the other side of the kang and washed his feet first.

After washing, the maid took the water away. Zhao Yunting came to his wife and hesitated and said: "Chengyuan will open a house separately..."

"You are his father, Chengyuan has always recognized you. If you want Cancan in the future, you can go over." Ning took over and said. Zhao Yunting is the grandfather of his granddaughter. Zhao Yunting really loves his granddaughter, and his granddaughter also likes this grandfather. Ning does not want to influence the relationship between their grandchildren because of himself.

The implication is that she will follow her.

Zhao Yunting looked at his wife with bitter eyes.

What was he expecting? On one side, he was his son, daughter-in-law, granddaughter, all of whom were the ones she cared about, and on the other side, his mother-in-law, who regarded her as a revenge, felt sorry for her husband. How could she stay?

But he couldn't bear to leave it. He had only been reunited with her for two years. If he had to sleep alone again and was trapped in this empty and desolate marquis's mansion, he didn't know if he could survive.

"Lan Rong..."

Ning looked up at him, his eyes as calm as water.

Zhao Yunting couldn't continue and quickly put a sip on his wife's lips, "I'll go put on the quilt and go to bed early."
Chapter completed!