Ning Xintong asked curiously: "Did they really go to that wedding to slap someone in the face?"

Ruan Lingwen nodded and said: "Then your ex-boyfriend has some other problems. Go and teach him a lesson."

Ning Xintong said in disgust: "Some men are just wrong."

Ruan Lingwen went back to the bedroom to change into something beautiful. He came out and sat in the dining room.

Yao Juan continues to feed. Wen Wen works hard, so he needs to feed more.

Ning Xintong sat over, not wanting to eat, but also eating.

She was holding her mobile phone while eating melon and white fungus and lotus seed soup. Ning Xintong ate a lotus seed, put down the spoon and took a good look.

She and Ruan Lingwen said: "That wife who has been passed down from generation to generation also wants to have a son."

The third aunt said: "Sometimes women want more than men. Because sons are related to women's status and vital interests."

Ning Xintong understood.

It doesn’t matter what you say alone, the benefits are the most real. It costs one hundred yuan to give birth to a daughter, one million yuan to give birth to a son. Needless to say, they all know how to choose. People are not as good as dogs. If a dog costs ten million, then it’s all worth it.

Desperately for a dog.

Women in the ancient palace desperately wanted a son because they could inherit the throne. Therefore, the affection and humanity between mother and son may not be much. It is so naked and cruel.

As for why a woman should stay in this family to give birth to a son instead of changing to another family? Because there is a crueler reality.

Ning Xintong asked Ruan Lingwen: "Can I still have a son?"

No, the man was hacked. My great-grandmother passed away.

The story finally ends.
Chapter completed!