Duanmu Ailin made up her mind and her expression became extremely serious.
"Xiaoyang, there is a saying that gambling quality means character. The purpose of the Murong family asking you to win is not to choose a gambler, but to choose a woman with good character. Remember to be humble and seize the opportunity in the third game.
The opportunity will show your excellent character."
After Duanmu Ailin mentioned this, Fan Xiaoyang suddenly realized that the way she looked at Duanmu Ailin became a little different. Although she had always hated this woman, she had to admit that she was very smart and had strong martial arts skills.
The above is a literary and military strategy.
But what about Wen Tao and Wu Lu?
The man she loved didn't even bother to look at her!
And she has to make suggestions for the person who doesn't love her!
Pitiful!
What a poor man...
But what does this have to do with her?
She, Fan Xiaoyang, is not a sympathetic person!
"Hey - if I defeat the three of them and become Murong Peilan's wife, you have to reward me with that little beauty." Fan Xiaoyang looked at Duanmu Ailin with a smile.
Her words made Duanmu Ailin's beautiful eyebrows frown tightly again.
"Impossible." She gave Fan Xiaoyang three words coldly.
"Hey - why are you so stingy! I've done so much for you, but I have to be paid! And don't you hate that Yi Jiangxue very much? Aren't you keeping her son just for torturing her?
Although he is already so charming at the age of seven, he is truly worthy of being Baili Feng's son..." Fan Xiaoyang smiled with a vulgar look on his face, "I have played with so many men, but I have never played with a child. I wonder how it feels?"
"If Fan Xiaoyang doesn't want to die, shut up." Duanmu Ailin said coldly.
"What's wrong if I won't shut up? Kill me if you can!"
"Do you think I don't dare?"
Duanmu Ailin smiled coldly, and Fan Xiaoyang felt a cold feeling on her back, and a cold metal was pressed tightly against her back...
That's a dagger!
But Fan Xiaoyang was not worried at all. She did not believe that Duanmu Ailin would kill her at this time! She had taken great pains to choose a wife for Murong Peilan. Now that it was the critical moment of success or failure, if she died, she would be in vain.
"Duanmu Ailin, if you can, kill me! If I die, let's see who you can rely on to compete for you!" Fan Xiaoyang said.
"Are you threatening me?" Duanmu Ailin smiled coldly, "No one in this world can threaten me! Do you believe that I will kill you now, and then disguise myself as you to run for election?"
As she spoke, Fan Xiaoyang clearly felt that the dagger against her had a little more strength. She screamed in her heart that something was wrong and said quickly:
"Hey - it's just a child! If you don't want it, don't want it. Why are you so serious! I'm doing it for you too! You hate that Yi Jiangxue so much, but you don't kill her son. It's okay if you don't.
Why are you bothering when you are serving good food and good food?"
Fan Xiaoyang's casual words made Duanmu Ailin's heart skip a beat. She took back the knife that was holding Fan Xiaoyang's hand, and a bitter arc appeared at the corner of her mouth:
yes!
She hated Yi Jiangxue so much, she should have killed her son! But she couldn't do it, and it wasn't because of Baili Haoyu...
That boy is Baili Feng’s son and Baili Haoyu’s nephew…
He had blood similar to Baili Haoyu's, so she couldn't do anything...