It made her think all day and thought that all he had said and done was deceiving herself.

Even once suspected that Mo Xiyan's four years with him was the most important thing in his heart

"Peace, that's what happened. I've confessed everything. Can you forgive me now?" Rongyan's thin lips were filled with a smile, pinched her chin and forced her to look at herself.

That pair of clear eyes reflected her appearance at the moment, as if she had only herself in her eyes. That feeling was unspeakable satisfaction.

Luo Anning doesn't speak, but just looks at him quietly. Why doesn't he say it when he doesn't want to say it? If he wants to say it, she must forgive him?

She won't!

As time went by, Rong Shao's smile gradually disappeared. He picked up her jaw and looked around, "peace, say a word, don't talk. I've given you all the explanations you want. Are you still angry now?"

Luo Anning gently turned his face away. He pulled back the next second. His handsome face was very close, and his dark pupils looked straight into her heart: "Anning... Anning, are you still angry, huh? Darling, tell me, you forgive me."

Ignoring his coaxing, Luo Anning clapped his hand, stood up faintly, looked down at him who was still lying on the ground and said, "it seems that you don't matter. I'll go first. Mom will take care of you later."

Seeing that she really wanted to go, Rong Shao secretly clenched his teeth. He got up neatly and grabbed her wrist. His eyes were familiar with the color and his breath was urgent: "is it really so unforgivable? Didn't he tell you all the explanations?"

"I can't see respect in your eyes." The sound is cold and lukewarm.

Rongyan let go of her hand, hurriedly stepped back, and suddenly giggled. The laughter was low and heavy, with a little self mockery, "I know."

What does he know?

Luo Anning frowned. Before she could figure out the meaning of his words, Rong Yan shouted at the door: "Xu Zhiyuan, come in!"

Soon, the door of the ward was pushed open. Xu Zhiyuan walked in quickly and nodded: "Rong Shao, what can I do for you?"

"Let the lawyer come at once. I want to make a will!" The voice was low and loud.

This sentence was like a thunder on the flat ground, which made Xu Zhiyuan and Luo Anning at a loss.

Xu Zhiyuan pushed the gold wire glasses on the bridge of his nose and asked seriously, "Rong Shao, are you sure you want to make a will? Aren't you kidding me?"

Luo Anning also looked at Rong Yan with a shocked face. He didn't understand what medicine he sold in his gourd.

Making a will, is he crazy?

He is not terminally ill. He is in good health for decades. Now he makes a will. What is he doing!

Rong Yanfeng's eyes narrowed dangerously, and the dark pupil was shining with a sharp light. "Do you think I'm kidding? What are you doing? Hurry up!"

With a reprimand, Xu Zhiyuan dared not ask again. He hurriedly took out his mobile phone and called Xu Mengjie to let her come as fast as possible.

When Xu Mengjie, the chief lawyer of Baina international, arrived, the atmosphere in the ward was frozen and depressed.

She glanced at her brother and asked what the situation was.

Xu Zhiyuan clenched his fist and coughed. His eyes glanced at Rong Shao and motioned her to ask Rong Shao.

Xu Mengjie raised the briefcase in her hand and asked for business.