Granny Yang waved her hand and motioned to her to shut up: "Okay! Miss is still waiting for her!"

She was inexplicably jealous of Ling Luoyu.

It was not because of feeling her fierceness, but because of Mo Xuanchen's attitude towards her.

A woman who can make the high priest care so much, she must be careful.

"Miss Yan, we have no malice, but we don't want the lady to be hurt!"

Young lady Yang approached Ling Luoyu, smoothed the folds of her clothes, and lowered her voice.

"The young lady was brought up by us. To us, she is like our child... I hope Miss Yan can understand that the heart of our mothers who care for the calf..."

"I understand what Granny Yang means!"

Ling Luoyu lowered his eyes and smiled, his jaw slightly.

"I will pay attention!"

Gazing quietly, she smiled brighter.

"Actually, my mother-in-law will find out later that I am... actually very simple and easy to get along with! If you are good to me, I will treat you well, and if you are not good to me... Then the Heart of the Virgin will be good to someone who is not good to you!?"

With a word, the woman Yang who was talking about it got cold in her heart

Yun Danfengqing said the threat to his bones!

"Mother Yang?" Yang Bing waited impatiently.

"Come!"

Lady Yang loosened Ling Luoyu's clothes and watched her pass.

"Miss..." Ling Luoyu lowered his eyebrows and looked smoothly, as gentle as a white rabbit.

"What's your name!?"

"Yama"

"But I heard the high priest call you Yuer..."

"...Yu'er is my name..."

"Can you and I also call you Yu'er?!" Yang Bing's smiling eyes completed the crescent: "I like to be like the high priest..."

"Happy Miss Sui!"

Anyway, the name is given to others, whatever they are called depends on what they mean.

Looking at Ling Luoyu's smile, Yang Bing frowned and shook his head: "Why are you so restrained? I said, I'll take care of you... I promised the high priest!"

"The young lady is the master, I am the servant, there should be a sense between the master and the servant..."

"The master and servant are for others. I don't have any master and servant!"

Yang Bing took Ling Luoyu's hand and stroked her palm with his fingertips, slightly sad.

"My brothers and sisters don't like to play with me...because they think I'm too stupid...the master doesn't look like a master, but...I just like the way I am now..."

Ling Luoyu stared at her eyes scorchingly, thinking about Mo Xuanchen's words, his heart swelled slightly--

For a five or six-year-old child, he will only act according to his own likes and dislikes.

They don't understand what people mean by evil, and they don't understand how to guard against others.

"Miss..." A young servant rushed over, panting: "Mr. Yang, the young master is looking for the young lady, saying that there is a gift for her!"

"Yeah! How did I forget... Uncle said, this year I am fifteenth birthday, he wants to give me an unexpected surprise!"

In an instant, her sadness disappeared.

Ignoring Ling Luoyu, he galloped forward with a big laugh.

"Miss, slow down..."

Po Yang grabbed Ling Luoyu and ran after him.

"Wait to see the young master, talk less, just find a corner to stand up... don't bother you!"

Ling Luoyu: "..."

What trouble can she cause as a maid waiting on her! ?

It seemed as if she would jump up and run away from the young master! !