Jin Lin and Yan Feiyun subconsciously looked at each other, but neither spoke.

"Since the Yan family wants to marry Miss Yan Ziyue to a certain envoy, I guess it's because I have a love for you, right?"

“…”

"What's wrong? My question...can no one answer?"

Ling Luoyu changed his tone and stared at the two of them in surprise, with his phoenix eyes rounded.

"Did you not understand what I asked, or do you have no idea...Ms. Yan Ziyue is willing?"

“…”

Only then did Ding Temple's heart fall down—

After going around for such a big circle, she was looking for a way for him!

"No way?"

With an exaggerated scream, Ling Luoyu laughed three times.

"I understand. When you proposed this engagement, you didn't ask the eldest lady of the Yan family if she was willing, right?"

Yan Feiyun let out a long sigh of relief: "Since ancient times, engagement has been the order of parents and the words of the matchmaker! How many women get married is their sincerity..."

"Is that?" Ling Luoyu nodded frequently: "I completely agree with what you said... What is true? It's just something that is dispensable. In the face of family interests, it's really nonsense, right?"

The corners of her lips curled slightly, and she lowered her eyes.

"What about yours?"

"……What?"

"Where is your sincerity!"

“…”

"How is your sincerity? Or..." She slowly raised her eyes, and her eyes wandered between Yan Feiyun and Jinlin: "Your sincerity..."

“…”

Dingmiao's eyes suddenly sank: "Miss Ling..."

Most of the people in the Yan family know the relationship between Yan Feiyun and Jinlin.

But what?

Under the policy of oppression, no one dares to mention it!

"What did you say?" Yan Feiyun's face changed.

"What's wrong? What I said is wrong, or... Is there any misunderstanding about what I said?"

Ling Luoyu pretended to be stupid and shrugged slightly, his eyes were round.

"It's right for you to protect your sincerity, but you can't pay for the sincerity of others..."

Yan Feiyun's face turned red, like a cat with a trampled tail, turning sharply on the spot, but it was hard to do it.

"What are you doing? Why do you do this... Did I say something I shouldn't say, or did I say something I shouldn't have touched?"

“…”

"It's true, but you can't put your sincerity on others' sadness..."

Ling Luoyu took a step back, retreated to Ding Temple, and put his arm on his shoulder easily, leaning slightly.

"At least, the person Miss Yan Ziyue wants to marry must be the one she is willing to marry... No matter how bad it is, she chooses it herself..."

"How do you know that Ziyue doesn't want to marry a messenger?" Jin Lin said in a deep voice.

"I don't know, so I'll wait for you to come..."

Decision of the temple: "..."

What are you going to do?

Didn’t you just make excuses for his refusal to refuse the engagement?

Why did you want to get angry again in a blink of an eye?!

"Miss Ling..." He turned his head slightly and winked at Ling Luoyu quietly.

Ling Luoyu curled his lips and patted his shoulder: "It's okay, I'm there!"

"But……"

The temple is so calm and gentle—

What does it mean to have you?

If Yan Ziyue came and took a look at him at first sight, what would he do?

Originally, I could have a lover to refuse.

Now, your theory of "three wives and four concubines" has come up, and you have caught someone to see you in person.
Chapter completed!