"Ning Ning, are you really okay?"

"It's okay. ”

"Do you want to go to the hospital again for a check-up?"

"No need. ”

At dinner, while eating, Ma Li asked her baby daughter Han Jianing about her physical condition in a soft voice, and it was obvious that she was still full of worries.

While Han Jianing replied in a low voice, his eyes fell on Duan Lang, who was drinking wine with his father from time to time.

Her heart is full of many complex feelings.

In the past six months, she has been trying to understand Duan Lang, but as she deepens her understanding, Han Jianing's heart is extremely confused!

Rao is with her intelligence and wisdom, and she can't see through this man at all.

Isn't this a terrifying thing?

"Dad, how does this two pots taste?" Duan Lang and Han Zicheng took another sip of wine and asked.

"It's still the same recipe, it's still the same taste. Han Zicheng was very nostalgic and said with great emotion. "Nostalgic, if life can happen again, I, Han Zicheng, will still not hesitate to devote myself to the ......battlefield," he glanced at the wine in his cup and said while speaking. "Come, let's drain the last bit of wine in our glass. ”

After being full of wine and food, Han Zicheng moved his body in the living room for a while, and then said to Duan Lang and Han Jianing: "You come to the study with me......"

"Dad, what's the matter?" the two followed Han Zicheng into the study, and Han Jianing asked.

"The Gu poison on your body, are you okay?" asked Han Zicheng.

"It's okay. Han Jianing said.

"It's okay. Han Zicheng said. "However, you have to thank Duan Lang for this matter, if it weren't for him, I'm afraid you would have died a long time ago. ”

"I know. Han Jianing's lips opened lightly and said.

Duan Lang. Han Zicheng shouted.

"Dad. Duan Lang replied.

"I don't regret handing over my daughter to you at all, it's still the same sentence, Ning Ning can walk with you, this is a blessing that she has only cultivated in several lifetimes, if in the future, Ning Ning is disobedient again, or bullying you, you must remember to call me." Han Zicheng said with a clear attitude.

"Dad, Ning Ning didn't bully me. Glancing at Han Jianing, Duan Lang said.

"Okay, I don't care about the lives of you young people, and I can't control them. Han Zicheng waved his hand and said. "However, who is behind this incident, do you have eyebrows?"

"Yes and no. Han Jianing replied.

"Oh?" Han Zicheng seemed to be looking forward to Han Jianing's next words.

"I said yes, because of this incident, the Xie family and the He family are inseparable. Han Jianing said. "We say no because we don't have convincing evidence. ”

"What are you going to do?" asked Han Zicheng.

"Retaliation. Han Jianing said decisively

"It is worthy of being my Han Zicheng's daughter, bloody. Han Zicheng said with praise. "However, pay attention to proportion, grasp the scale, even if it is revenge, it is also within the scope of the law. ”

"I know. Han Jianing said. She won't do anything that violates the law and discipline.

"That's right. Glancing at the two of them, Han Zicheng said. "I have one more thing I want to ask you seriously. ”

"What's the matter?" Duan Lang and Han Jianing, seeing Han Zicheng's expression, felt bad at the same time, and asked very vigilantly.

"When are you going to give birth to a grandson?" Han Zicheng asked expectantly.

......As soon as he heard this word, Han Jianing and Duan Lang looked at each other, and for a while, they didn't know how to answer Han Zicheng's question.

The two of them, so far, have no skin-to-skin relationship at all, how can they get pregnant?

"What kind of expression do you have?" asked Han Zicheng. "Isn't it ......"

"Dad......" Han Zicheng's strange expression and puzzled voice couldn't help but make Han Jianing nervous from the bottom of his heart, could it be that the fact that she and Duan Lang didn't have the same room has been known to Han Zicheng?

"I know, I know. Han Zicheng slapped it on the desk and said. "You two, you two ......"

"Dad, actually, I ...... Duan Lang" paper can't contain the fire, and now, Han Jianing just wants to confess to his father.

With Han Zicheng's ingenuity, how could he not guess the problem between her and Duan Lang?

It's just that before Han Jianing finished speaking, his white little hand was grabbed by Duan Lang.

"Dad, that's the case, since the last time you gave instructions to your mother, Ning Ning and I have been working hard to cultivate the successor of the republic, working hard day and night, and don't dare to slack off......" Duan Lang said with a smile on his face and brazenly.

"Duan Lang, who has worked hard with you day and night?" Han Jianing cried out through gritted teeth.

She had never thought of such a thing, let alone experienced it, who knew that Duan Lang, a bastard, was now talking happily in front of her father.

"Ning Ning, don't be embarrassed. Duan Lang corrected. "Aren't our parents in a hurry to hug their grandchildren? I have to tell us about our efforts, otherwise, they still think that we don't have any strength at all, do they?"

"......" Han Jianing pinched Duan Lang's arm tightly with one hand, and his eyes were almost murderous.

"Dad, Ning Ning and I really regard this matter as a top priority, and the central work is grasping, many times, we do a few exercises at night, and we will make up classes in the office during the day......" Duan Lang didn't have the slightest chance Han Jianing's gaze, and continued.

Duan Lang......" Han Jianing's whole complexion became even more ugly and ruddy. What is this bastard talking about? What do you mean to do a few exercises at night and make up for classes in the office during the day? This bastard is just too shameless, too nasty, too mean, too bastard......

"Not bad. Who knows, in the face of the infinitely shy Han Jianing and the brazen Duan Lang, Han Zicheng smiled and gave a thumbs up. "It's worthy of my Han Zicheng's son-in-law, there's a kind. ”

"That's, that's. Duan Lang said with a smile. "You chose me in the first place, how can I disgrace you?"

"In that case, when will I be able to hold my precious granddaughter?" Han Zicheng asked expectantly.

......The two of them looked at each other, full of wonder?

"What kind of expression do you have?" asked Han Zicheng. "When I talked about my grandson just now, there was something wrong with your expression, didn't you conceive your granddaughter?"

"......" The two were still silent, and Han Jianing admired his father's imagination while his face was red.

"Don't tell me you've been working for so long that you haven't even gotten an egg. Looking at the expressions of the two, Han Zicheng's face sank and said.