When An Tianyang was three years old, his father went to the sea to hunt for treasure and was unfortunately buried in the sea. However, many people are still suspicious of what exactly he encountered.

Therefore, An Tianyang can only be filial to his mother in this life.

"It's so cool to be a ghost under the peonies..."

Peirong didn't know when, but his soul strangely came to a woman's body, and through the bronze mirror, he found that he was very embarrassed. Why did he suddenly have so many red rashes?

Following the fragrance of flowers, she walked through several corridors and unknowingly arrived at a chic elegant pavilion. Several people were drinking and having fun in front of it.

"Tian Yang, why have you changed your ways recently? Don't you plan to go to Wanxiang Tower with us?"

One of the men, who was also of extraordinary appearance, was sipping a bottle of light plum wine, and his bright blue robe also highlighted his elegance.

"Yes, Tianyang, I heard that you are choosing a wife, right? How did you go about choosing a wife? It seems that you are the first to sprout among our three branches! Haha... don't forget to let us see yours then.

The country is beautiful and fragrant..."

Another burly and heroic man couldn't help but joke to An Tianyang. They are considered to be the three most popular male owners of the An Island. They are young and possess immeasurable abilities and wealth.

Peirong hid in the corner and listened to their conversation quietly.

An Tianyang didn't seem to have much fun, he pursed his lips slightly and frowned: "You two are so unloyal, why did you let me get married alone first? Besides, we haven't realized our ambition yet! We are getting married.

I'm afraid it's a bit too early. If my mother hadn't urged me so urgently, I wouldn't have wanted to..."

"Ambition? Tianyang, you better keep your mind at ease! Did you forget how your father died so quickly? If we encounter those bandits, we will never be able to fight against them. You shouldn't have forgotten?"

"Yeah... Tianyang, it's not bad to live and drink! It's better to die than live, don't you think?"

The two of them are not timid, they just feel that it is not worth it to follow An Tianyang and go crazy. It is better to discuss everything in the long term.

Peirong stood in the distance and couldn't hear any clues. The moment he turned around, he didn't expect that the skirt caught the flower bud, and the whole flowerpot fell to the ground with a bang.

"who is it?"

An Tianyang instantly jumped into the air and turned over, staring with his hands behind his back.

"Haha...where did the red-bun girl come from?"
Chapter completed!