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"How about? Who should sit for this heir's position?" Ningmeng flew in the air, flapping her wings, opening her mouth and breathing, and her eyes fell on Yang's body.

With the death of An Haocheng just now, where is the aggressiveness of the Yang family.

Her body was limp and became a ball, and An Linglong hugged tightly together, as if this would give her some sense of security.

In front of life, nothing else is justified.

Yang raised his head, looked at Ningmeng, feeling nervous, and asked carefully: "Give you an home, and you will let us go?"

Ningmeng hesitated for a while, then turned to look at Qi Yu behind him.

Even if An Haocheng died just now, after all, although he ignored An Rui's son, he didn't torture too much.

But these people in front of him were the ones who bullied An Rui the most during the years he grew up.

Ningmeng rolled her eyes: "Let you go? How could there be such a good thing? I only put two people, and the other three will stay with me to play with me! As for the two, you decide for yourself!"

Play with her!

This is lightly said, but it is actually going to die!

The eyes of the brothers An Jinghao and An Jingshen fell on Yang's body. An Linglong, who was held in Yang's arms, trembled, and weakly cried out, "Mother."

Even An Jinxiu, who had been lying on the ground because of her stomachache, came out to brush her presence.

She forcibly supported her body and reached out to grab the hem of Yang's clothes.

"How? Are you thinking about it?" Ningmeng's eyes flicked slyly: "If you don't choose anymore, then I will choose for you. They all say that your daughter is your mother's close-fitting jacket, so you should just take it with you. Leave the daughter in your arms."

Ningmeng's words made An Linglong happy, but the two brothers An Jinghao and An Jingshen who were next to him opened their eyes wide.

"mother!"

Two brothers An Jinghao and An Jingshen called to Yang.

"I, I..." Yang's expression was embarrassed, and he obviously didn't expect to cause the situation today.

The palms of the palms and the backs of the hands are all meat, these are all her children.

But Ning Meng is still pressing harder: "How about, did you choose? If you don't want to go, then just stay and play the game of small fire and big fire with me."

"No, I've chosen." Yang looked down at An Linglong, a touch of apology flashed across his eyes, and then reached out and pushed An Linglong out of his arms, pulling An Jinghao to her side, and she faced him. Ningmeng said: "I choose Haoer."

Although the daughter is a close-fitting padded jacket, among these children, An Jinghao's cultivation is the highest, and his personality is mature and stable.

Choosing An Jinghao will be a good place for her to rely on in the future.

"Mother! Why did you choose your brother instead of me?" An Jingshen on one side was heartbroken.

Just now everyone saw An Haocheng being burned to death by the fire, and everyone's hearts were full of infinite fear for Ningmeng.

An Jingshen looked at Yang, his eyes stained with gloom and hatred.

He suddenly turned his head to Ningmeng and said, "You said you would let two of us go, but you didn't say that one of them must be a mother, right?"

Hearing what he meant, could it be that he thought...

When Ningmeng thought of a certain possibility, she nodded immediately: "Well, it's okay if it's not her. You can choose the person you want to discuss."