Yu Qingliu and Yu xinzhuo: " Yingluo. she seemed to be scolding them.
Yu Xinran silently munched on melon seeds. This was none of her business. If she were to get married and have children, she would definitely spend the new year at her husband's house.
"Then I'll give birth next year?" Yu Qingliu asked.
Wu surong glared at him,"there are still three months before the wedding, be careful!" If you do something wrong, you won't be able to do it again if you miss this opportunity!"
"Yes, yes, yes, Zhenzhen!" Yu Qingliu hurriedly nodded.
Wu surong paused and suddenly laughed, " "But if time is tight, I'll really be able to hold a grandson next year."
"It's not like you haven't had a grandson before! Was there a need to be so anxious? It's so tiring to hold a wedding. What if you get pregnant now and have a miscarriage?"
Wu surong picked up an orange and smashed it on his head,"Do you know how to talk? Don't you know how to say something auspicious?"
