Yangbing and Shang He raised their eyes at the same time, with an innocent little white rabbit expression on their faces, as if they didn't know what was going on.

"What's wrong?"

"have no idea!"

"It seems...is angry!"

"Then we..."

"Have a meal!"

"oh!"

The two of them whispered loudly and even continued to eat consciously.

Dingdang bit his lips, his face turned pale and said, "Miss Ling, what do you mean? I... what do I covet the girl?"

Ling Luoyu smiled evilly and said, "My husband..."

“…”

"If you don't want my brother, that's just coveting my husband..."

"…Miss Ling, what do you mean..."

"In a word, if you want to stay in Chi Palace, you have to abide by the rules of Chi Palace! If you want to stay, you have to marry my brother... Otherwise, I'm not relieved?"

Dingdang: "…"

What is this fallacy?!

Whether she stayed or not has anything to do with whether she married Feng Chenglin!?

Ling Luoyu's eyes fluttered, and his lips pointed at Yangbing: "You have seen this girl Yang... The reason why she stayed in Chi Palace was because she agreed to marry Yang Guang from our family..."

"puff!"

Yangbing spit out a mouthful of porridge.

However, the next second, he cooperated to wipe his mouth, cleaned up his body, and stood up with guilt.

"Sorry, Master's wife, I'm rude..."

Without waiting for Ling Luoyu to speak, she consciously left the dining table.

When I went out, I couldn't hold back my smile—

Really convinced!

Ling Luoyu’s tricking technique is to just open his mouth, right?

Her affairs can be used as a tool for banging!

At the dining table, the jingling expression was extremely ugly: "Where is Sister Shang He, she..."

Shang He bit the steamed bun and raised his head: "..."

You just talk, why are you getting involved with her again?!

Fortunately, Ling Luoyu glanced sideways and said calmly: "She doesn't need it!"

Dingdang suddenly widened his eyes: "Why?"

"Because the Palace Master Mo in our family will not be interested in his face..."

"Ahem..."

Shang He choked out with a mouthful of steamed bun.

"...Sorry, you guys eat slowly..."

In Ling Luoyu's disgusting gaze, she retreated in a panic.

Dingdang sat down with his eyes: "Miss Ling is afraid of me...I don't believe in Lord Mo..."

"Men are the same. When facing temptation, they are always difficult to control, so the safest way is to keep him away from temptation..."

Ling Luoyu's spoon stirred the porridge, making a crisp impact sound.

"Miss Dingdang, don't say I'm stingy. If it were you, I'm afraid that this would be the case..."

"So, you want me to marry... Mr. Feng, is it... that you cut off your sense of crisis?" Dingdang's lips faded and mocked.

"You can understand this way!"

"What about Mr. Feng? Will he promise you such a ridiculous reason?"

"I gave him a woman for free, why would he not want it??"

“…”

Dingdang's hands were trembling slightly, but his expression was calm.

Ling Luoyu pretended not to see her appearance, and still calmly ate his porridge: "If you agree with Miss Dingdang, then let's discuss the specific details next. If you don't agree, it's even easier... I will send someone to send you down the mountain with a girl!"

“…”

Dingdang didn't say anything, just drank porridge quietly.

It was not until she drank her last sip of the soup that she slowly lowered her eyes: "It is not impossible to marry Mr. Feng, but..."

Ling Luoyu raised his eyelashes and his eyes suddenly sank: "But what?"
Chapter completed!