Chapter 508： I want to make a will!

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The delusions that caused her all day, all at once thought that all he had said and done was deceiving herself.

I even suspected that Mo Xiyan and him had occupied the most important weight in his four years...

"Tranquil, that's how things went, I'm all frank. Can you forgive me now?" Rong Yan thin lips smiled, holding her chin, forcing her to look at herself.

The clear eyes reflected her appearance at the moment, as if she was only her own in her eyes. The feeling was unspeakable satisfaction.

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

She just doesn't!

As time passed slowly, the smile on Rong Shao’s lips gradually couldn’t hold. He lifted her jaw and looked left and right. “Tranquil, say a word, don’t talk. I’ll give you the explanation you want, now Are you still angry?"

Luo Anning twisted his face lightly, and he pulled it back again in a second. The beautiful and uncast face came close, and the dark pupil looked straight into her heart: "An Ning... An Ning, are you still angry, eh?" Be good, tell me, you forgive me."

Ignoring his temptation, Luo Anning patted his hand, stood up lightly, lowered his head to look at him who was still on the ground, and said, "It looks like you are fine, I'll go first, mom. Will come to take care of you."

Seeing that she was about to leave, Rong Shao secretly gritted her teeth, and a sharp rise caught her wrist, her eyes deep and her breath was rapid: "Is it really so hard to forgive? Didn't you tell me all the explanations?"

"I don't see respect in your eyes." The voice was cold and lukewarm.

Rong Yan let go of her hand and hurried back a few steps, suddenly laughing lightly, with a low, deep laugh, with a little self-deprecating meaning, "I know."

What did he know?

Luo Anning frowned, not waiting for her to figure out what he meant, Rong Yan burst into the door and shouted, "Xu Zhiyuan, come in!"

Soon, the door of the ward was pushed open, and Xu Zhiyuan walked in quickly, nodded and said, "Young Rong, what can I do?"

"Let the lawyer come immediately, I want to make a will!" The voice was low, and there was a sound.

This sentence, like a thunder on the ground, exploded Xu Zhiyuan and Luo Anning at a loss.

Xu Zhiyuan pushed the gold glasses on the bridge of his nose and asked seriously: "Rong Shao, are you sure you want to make a will? Are you kidding me?"

Luo Anning also looked at Rong Yan in shock, wondering what medicine he sold in the gourd.

Is he crazy to make a will?

He is not terminally ill, and he is still in good health for decades. Now he is making a will, what the **** is he doing!

Rong Yanfeng's eyes narrowed dangerously, his dark pupils shining sharply, "Do you think I'm kidding? What are you doing, hurry up!"

With a loud rebuke, Xu Zhiyuan no longer dared to ask any more, and took out his mobile phone in a hurry to call Xu Mengjie and let her come over at the fastest speed.

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 with eyes what the situation was.

Xu Zhiyuan clenched his fist and cleared his cough. He glanced at Xiang Rong Shao, and motioned her to ask Rong Shao.

Xu Mengjie raised the briefcase in his hand and asked the official.