Xin Qier's pupils shrank suddenly: "You...what do you mean?"

Ling Luoyu slowly stared at Xin Qier's eyes, his eyes burning: "I'm just a little curious... Do you really want to break the marriage contract with Shao Zhu, or do you need to use Mo Xuanchen to change Shao Zhu's fancy character? ?!"

Xin Qier looked at Ling Luoyu's eyes and gradually changed the color: "You...how do you...know..."

She suddenly turned her head and looked at Ding Ziling.

Although Ding Ziling had chest pain, it was not fatal.

While Ling Luoyu was talking to Xin Qier, he had bandaged his wounds.

Seeing Xin Qier looking at herself, she shook her head quickly: "It's not me... I didn't say anything..."

He looked at Ling Luoyu in horror, his eyes moved slightly.

"Sister... what does she mean..."

Seriously, if it hadn't been for Ling Luoyu to say it, Xin Qier's expression was wrong, he hadn't noticed anything.

Looking at the looks of the two of them now, he guessed a bit.

"Sister, what... what does he mean? What does it mean to use..."

Xin Qier didn't have the mind to explain to Ding Ziling, she carefully recalled the meeting between Ling Luoyu and Mo Xuanchen in her mind.

"He told you?"

Ling Luoyu's lips smiled deeper: "So, I guess it's correct... You really used Mo Xuanchen."

She just said, how could he become Xin Qier's man if he was Mo Xuanchen as a person.

Left and right are just acting at the scene, acting in a scene.

And the reason why he can make a move is bound to become a chess piece that bears a fame.

Mo Xuanchen would have decided not to do the gossip peach blossoms.

Just

"Miss Xin, what I don't understand is... how could Mo Xuanchen willingly become your pawn? Are you kind to him?"

A person who can be Mo Xuanchen's cultivation base and be his benefactor is bound to have absolute ability.

From visual inspection, Xin Qier was just an ordinary girl.

In that case, what does Mo Xuanchen owe her?

Xin Qier's face showed a different color: "He and I... naturally have our secret, this secret has nothing to do with you..."

She lowered her eyes, her eyes flickering: "If you want to know, just ask him... But, I'm afraid he won't tell you..."

Xin Qier raised her head and met Ling Luoyu's eyes, provocatively.

Ling Luoyu smiled disapprovingly, and his black eyes flashed a thin light: "Then let me guess... He promised you, but there are two kinds, one is that you are kind to him, and the other is him. I owe you..."

When talking about the second type, Xin Qier's eyes moved obviously.

Ling Luoyu suddenly understood that it was Mo Xuanchen who owed Xin Qi'er something.

But what do you owe him? !

"Mo Xuanchen owes you... Is it... love?!"

Love, this word, Ling Luoyu bit very lightly, but in front of Xin Qier, it was like a bolt from the blue sky, shocked her pupils and smiled immediately.

"You can really guess..."

She stared aggressively, and her provocation was even more obvious.

"How do you know that he owes me love?!"

"Guess!! And I guessed it... The love he owes you is definitely not an ordinary love between a man and a woman, and a love for children..."

Xin Qier breathed abruptly: "You nonsense..."

"Nonsense?! If I'm talking nonsense..." Ling Luoyu leaned forward, prolonging the ending, and smiled badly: "If I talk nonsense, you won't be so irritated and angry..."