The doctors and nurses arrived quickly and they brought everything the baby and the mother needed.

Song Ya, who had nothing to do, also lay on the bed at the request of Song's father.

After another hour of tossing, Song Ya, who was leaning on the bed and eating pigeon soup, said to Xia Yi, who was guarding next to her: "Yi, give me my phone."

He picked up the girl's cell phone and gave it to her. Xia Yi watched her call Song Grandma and told Song Grandma the good news.

Will the next incident be related to Grandma Song?

Grandma Song was very fast. Two hours later, a helicopter stopped outside. Grandma Song and Su Xue came to the villa together.

Grandma Song talked with Song Ya, and Xia Yi and Su Xue came to another bedroom together.

Let Su Xue lie on the bed, and Xia Yi touched the girl's lower abdomen.

Although her belly was not as big as Song Ya in the morning, she could already tell at a glance that she was a pregnant woman.

According to Su Xue, the child will be born in two months. At this time, the girl's belly is converted to the level of an ordinary pregnant woman, and it should be three or four months old.

"Maybe it can be twins." Su Xue said with a smile.

"twin?"

Xia Yi was surprised that a daughter is a happy thing, and two daughters are two happy things. The two happy things overlap, and these two happiness will bring him more happiness.

Unlike Song Ya, Su Xue never attacked Xia Yi while she was sober, except that she lost control and stabbed Xia Yi to death dozens of times when she just crossed over. This made Xia Yi much more accepting of Su Xue than Song Ya.

Su Xue can probably be on the same level as the little maid.

Therefore, Xia Yi also has to care more about Su Xue’s children.

Unfortunately, there are more than twenty hours left to be the end of the world. I have not seen the birth of twin daughters recently.

After arguing with Song Ya, Tao Jing, Tao Jing, maybe another heroine will appear. When will this countdown to the end of the world disappear?

Xia Yi does not blame the secret world. Although the "mud" comes from the secret world, it is like the male protagonist suddenly becomes a woman by a supporting role and is taken into the harem, and readers will scold the planner rather than the supporting role.

Xia Yi didn't know what the world was about, but the love game system in his hand revealed a strong feeling of a big boss behind the scenes.

While thinking, she touched Su Xue's belly and wanted to touch Xia Yi for a night, but was thrown into the bed by the impatient rich girl.

Xia Yi and Su Xue were having a very happy life, but Song Ya and Song's grandma in the next room were not very happy.

"The merger between our family and the Yang family can be cancelled, right?" Song Ya asked happily with a look of joy in her arms holding the child in her hand.

Grandma Song walked forward and pinched the baby's cheek: "What's the name of this child?"

"It's not decided yet."

"How can you still be undecided? Your father had already thought of your name a month before you were born!" Grandma Song was a little dissatisfied.

"I will talk to Yi tomorrow." Song Ya, who was criticized, lowered her head.

"You must have a good name, don't fool it."

"Um."

After putting the baby in his arms for a while, Grandma Song returned the baby to Song Ya, stood up, and walked out of the bedroom.

"Wait for grandma!" Song Ya called her, "The matter between our family and the Yang family has not been finished yet."

Grandma Song, who had already walked to the door, opened the door, stopped and said to Song Ya with her back: "There is no need to mention such words."

Song Ya's face turned pale immediately. She could feel that the words "no need to mention it" by Grandma Song were not meant to fulfill the promise.

"Why! You promised me before!"

More than 20 days ago, when Song Ya was pregnant and showed up with Grandma Song, Grandma Song agreed to what Song Ya said that if the child was pure blood, the Song family would no longer be incorporated into the Yang family.

"I thought you wouldn't succeed."

"Why can't it succeed? There is obviously a success rate of 50%!"

Although it was indeed unsuccessful in the end, Song Ya only thought she was not lucky. According to the records of the ancestral home, the probability of pure blood being produced by the first generation was 50%.

Grandma Song still didn't look back. She took a step and stepped out of the door: "Fifty percent is mixed with the first generation."

The first generation of mixed blood refers to pure blood and pure blood. After two pure blood fetuses that will inevitably be born, the mixed blood and pure blood produce mixed blood, and the first mixed blood produced.

What Grandma Song said in her words is that Song Ya is not the first generation of mixed blood.

"Don't my mother produce pure blood?" Song Ya's voice was sharp.

"You were born to your father and an ordinary woman." Grandma Song's figure disappeared behind the door.

Click—

Bedroom door closed.

When Song's father heard the sound, he knocked on the door with some concern.

"Come in."

Looking at his father, Song Ya asked: "I didn't give birth to you and your mother?"

Song's father opened his mouth and nodded three seconds later.

"I was born to you and an ordinary woman, a woman who has no blood in my family?"

Song's father nodded again.

"Who is it?"

Song's father stood beside the bed without answering.

"Get out!"

Taking a step forward, Song's father walked out.

Before closing the door, he said to Song Ya: "It doesn't make any sense if it's just a pure blood."

The response to him was a pillow that was thrown over.

After closing the door, Song's father came to Xia Yi's room next door, raised his hand and wanted to knock on the door, but put it down again.

He took a deep breath, slowly exhaled, and walked to the studio downstairs.

He moved the dipping pen and manuscript paper on the table aside, took out a box of cigarettes from the drawer, and took out one, and sucked it in his mouth.

After a while, Grandma Song also walked into the room.

She also picked up a cigarette and lit it and smoked it.

"Yaya's obsession with the family is too deep."

"It's all my fault."

"It's good that she's marrying that kid."

The two of them smoked cigarettes one after another until the next morning, when it was dawn, they walked out of the smoke-filled studio and returned to their bedrooms.

Taking off his clothes full of smoke, Grandma Song stretched and fell on the bed.

"Children and grandchildren have their own blessings!" She got into bed.

Before she could find a comfortable position, her door was knocked.

"who?"

"It's me." Song Ya's voice sounded.

"Wait a moment!" Get up and get out of bed, Grandma Song put on her clothes and opened the door.

"What's wrong?" Grandma Song knew that Song Ya was not a person who could pester her. If there was no trouble, she wouldn't come to her room.

Moreover, even after the situation just now, Song Ya shouldn't come.

"You really can't discuss the matters of the Yang family?" Song Yali stood in front of Grandma Song, and she looked into Grandma Song's eyes.

"This matter was decided a year ago, but you didn't agree, so you didn't tell you."

"So I changed my name to Yang Ya, too?"

"How is it possible? We still keep our original surname."

"But we are no longer a clan."

"We are still a clan, but there are only people from the Yang family in the clan."

"So who am I?"

"You are still our young master."

"There is no clan anymore, what young master is there?" Song Ya's voice changed from her previous toughness, as if she was murmuring.

With her arms stretched out, she hugged Grandma Song's body.
Chapter completed!