Yan Rong was still worried, so he took a big sip of wine and stood up, "I'd better go back and take a look. Don't let Xiao Xiao sneak in at this time."
Zhuye Tong, who had been silent for a long time, grabbed her husband's robe and said, "Husband, my daughter is getting married. It would be inappropriate for you to go over and see her again."
How can there be a night of flowers and candles in the daughter's bridal chamber, and the father is still guarding the door, and he is not afraid of being laughed at if he talks about it.
Yan Xi gave him a mocking look at the right moment.
Yun Yan, on the other hand, could no longer control himself. He covered his stomach and rolled on the chair. He also tapped Yan Rong's nose with his finger and smiled rudely at him.[
Yan Rong smashed his mouth and returned to the original position.
He held the daughter in his hand and cared for her for more than ten years. Once she got married, she felt really uncomfortable.
"My good wife, why don't we have a son?" Ignoring the fact that it was in public, he discussed the plan of having a child with his wife, "If we marry a daughter, it would be worthwhile to marry another daughter-in-law."
Yun Yan fell down from the chair with a pop, holding his belly and laughing until he almost died.
Zhuye Tong's face turned pink and she spat lightly. She really didn't have the courage to respond to such words in front of Yan Xi and Weiwei.
But what I really think in my heart is unknown.
Yan Rong seemed to feel that this was not enough, and turned to look at Yan Xi, "Lao Qi, do you want to come together? My siblings are still young, and it is no problem to have ten or eight children. Anyway, we have almost played in the places we should play in these years. What's the next step?
How about just going back to Huagu to serve your wife and take care of the children?"