On this day, Ye Qingchen closed his eyes in the room and cultivated. Now she has cultivated to the realm of quenching the body. The speed at which the body absorbs the aura is very fast, and there is a faint tendency to break through the mystical realm.

At this time, a noisy sound came into Ye Qingchen's ears, she didn't want to deal with it, but after faintly hearing the conversation from the front yard with the ear power that she had grown after cultivating, her closed eyes slowly opened, and an astonishing coldness gradually appeared in her eyes.

In the front yard of Ye Mansion, a group of mermaids rushed in, with a violent, mighty and mighty atmosphere, no less than 100 people. The people were divided into three camps, each camp was about forty people, and the leaders were all old men. Especially the leader of the middle group, the old man, has some gray hair and beard, and his appearance is slightly old. However, the old man's spirit was bright, and his eyes were shining, not as old as he looked. He seems to be the leader of not only his own camp, but also the leader of a hundred or so people.

Except for the few people in the lead, the rest were all young people in their teens and twenties, and the clothes on their bodies were all green bamboo-colored spirit master robes, and the clothes of the people in each camp were only different in details, and at a glance they knew that they belonged to different lineages of the same family.

Ye Wuwu took Hua Rong out of the front hall. Hua Rong's posture was elegant, and her face was as usual, but only Ye Wuwu knew that the hand in her sleeve had already clenched into a fist at this moment, expressing her inner unrest at the moment.

"Don't worry, I'm here. Ye Wuwu held Hua Rong's hand and comforted softly. Hua Rong looked at Ye Wuwu and nodded slightly.

"Worry-free has seen three uncles. Walking in front of a few people, Ye Wuwu bowed slightly and greeted respectfully. Hua Rong beside him also greeted the three old men respectfully.

The three old men nodded, but did not speak, and took on the posture of elders.

Ye Wuwu didn't care, and opened his mouth to invite, "A few uncles, please come into the hall and sit down." ”

"No need. The old man at the head decisively refused.

Ye Wuwu seemed to expect this, and he always had a faint smile on his face, and continued to speak, "I don't know what it is to ask the three uncles to come to my mansion so excitedly?"

The old man at the head had a kind smile on his face, as if joking, "Your uncles grew up here, and now you come back and take a look, don't you allow it?"

Ye Wuwu's face changed slightly, but he shook his head with a smile, "Uncle, you are too worried, your old man can come, Wuwu is naturally welcome, where is there a reason not to allow a few uncles to enter the door." ”

"Haha~" Ye Zhirong raised his head and smiled, glaring at Ye Wuwu, "Uncle is joking with you, are you still going to your heart?"

"Uncle has something to say, just say it. Ye Wuwu said lightly.

Ye Zhirong's eyes flashed slightly, and he said in a deep voice, "Since they are all members of the Ye family, I won't go around the bush uncle, so I'll make it clear." ”

"Five years ago, the second brother left a promise that if you have no children after five years, you will choose one person from our three veins as the heir to inherit the position of the head of the Ye family. Do you remember this matter, worry-free?"

As soon as Ye Zhirong's words came out, Hua Rong's already tight delicate body trembled, and the whole person trembled. Although she had already guessed that Ye Zhirong and several people came to the university for a five-year appointment. However, when all this really happened, she still couldn't accept it calmly.

Over the years, she Huarong thought that in addition to failing to continue the incense for the Ye family, she had a clear conscience about the Ye family. However, this is enough to erase all her credit and sentence her to death!

The word 'heir', for so many years, has been a forbidden area that she is unwilling to touch. Especially when Ye Zhirong said it on such an occasion, it was like a needle, piercing her heart sharply, and the pain made her almost breathless.

"Worry-free naturally remembers!" The faint smile on Ye Wuwu's face slowly faded and became indifferent. Hua Rong's reaction, he felt it deeply, and he felt distress for no reason.

Over the years, there has never been a continuation of their own bloodline, and he deeply regrets it, but with Ye Qingchen's existence, in the end, it also comforts his heart of wanting to be a father. Hua Rong's inability to have children does not stop him from being full of love for her, he loves her without any impurities, and it has been the same all these years.

"Just remember. The smile on Ye Zhirong's face disappeared, he glanced at Hua Rong, and said lightly, "Counting the days, the second brother has been unknowingly almost five years, and there is only less than half a month left before the five-year covenant, but the belly of the nephew and daughter-in-law has not moved over the years." So, worry-free, shouldn't you think about the heir?"