Chapter 95: [Finger pulp is a floating cloud for marriage]
"Brother, I'm not telling you, you are already twenty-eight. It's time to find a woman to warm your bed. Just read a novel." Xiaoyan patted his back and continued: "This guy is quite capable. I and I
He had dealt with me several times, and one of my business deals was snatched away by him."
Pfft——
Nightingale, who was stirring the coffee with a small spoon at the side, suddenly burst out laughing: "Xiaoyan, you also stumbled sometimes, why didn't I hear you say, tell sister, sister will vent your anger."
How could he talk about such a shameful thing everywhere without ruining his reputation?
Xiaoyan immediately changed the subject with a laugh: "Haha, the weather is nice today, I will go for a ride." [
He jumped up, patted Sero's back again, and said with a smile: "Brother, if you run into trouble, just sue me and I will definitely help you." Then he slipped out in a swish.
Zero pursed his lips, frowned, and leaned into the sofa. He took the cup of coffee handed over by Lian Chen and took a small sip. He seemed to be planning something in his mind.
Xiaoyao, the girl who has been hanging around him, he will not let go.
On the other side, the little demon whom he missed was glaring menacingly at the young master who was ignoring her.
"Young Master Di, what do you mean? Why do you want me to see your grandfather? Also, what happened just now?"
People from the Yan family, all of whom have eyes that reach to the top of their heads, actually showed such respect to a passerby like her.
Obviously, Emperor Yan didn't mean to answer her. He just chose clothes for her in the dressing room, then took out a pair of student-like clothes and stuffed them into her hands: "Put this on and show me."
"I don't want to wear them. Please explain yourself first. Why should I go to see your grandpa?" She threw her clothes on the bed and stared at him with her mouth open.
"It's basic etiquette when you come to someone else's house to meet the owner. Grandpa is very kind, so you don't have to be nervous." Di didn't see that she didn't like it. With his slender fingers, he picked out another item from the row of clothes and stuffed it into her hand.
Inside, he murmured to himself: "Then let's take this one."
"Then why do you let others call me Young Madam? Young Master Emperor, we should have a good talk. Marriage based on fingertips is just a cloud. We are in the 21st century, and we are talking about free love. Marriage without emotion is unhappy.
"Nowadays, everyone who sees her talks like a young lady, and hearing about her makes calluses grow on her ears.