Ling Luoyu smiled and walked by her side with a meaningful glance: "Mr. Yang, you better remember one thing... I am not a slave of your family, so don't use your set... to restrain me. !"

Granny Yang turned around slowly, looking at her back, her pupils shrank: "Wang Ha... who is it?"

How can an ordinary woman have such a calm aura?

If she hadn't been confident, how could she not move like a mountain when facing Yang Meixin!

Thinking about her and Mo Xuanchen's affairs, Old Lady Yang took a breath of air inexplicably.

"Could it be... between these two people, is there any secret that can't be made?"

The breeze blew across the window lattice and fell on the wind chimes, making the sound of jingle bells, which became clearer in the quiet afternoon.

Ling Luoyu stared at Yang Bing, who was sleeping on the bed behind him, and quietly raised his hand to remove the wind chime.

"She is used to this ringtone..." A slightly sad voice suddenly sounded behind her.

Ling Luoyu's pupils shrank, and still put the wind chime down calmly: "I just thought, let her sleep quietly for a while!"

Turning around lightly, she looked at Yang Zhi in front of the bed with complicated eyes.

He stood there, looking at Yang Bing quietly, his eyes drowned: "Presumably... the high priest should have told you all, right?!"

Ling Luoyu's heart moved: "He said something to him, but he doesn't know what the young master said?!"

Yang Zhi suddenly curled his lips, looking from the side of his head meaningfully: "Since I have said...presumably you already know what it is!"

"The young master didn't point out something specifically, then I really don't know what you said, exactly..."

"The two of us, are you going to talk about it here today?"

"It's the young master who didn't make it clear what it was..."

Yang Zhi smiled silently, shook his head lightly, and walked to the window.

"You are such a smart girl, if you put it bluntly...it would be boring!"

"It's plainly boring, better than dumb and interesting!"

"Miss Ling, can we stop tongue twisters?"

Ling Luoyu leaned against the bed with a lazy expression: "Then it depends on the young master...whether you give me a reason not to twist tongues! Anyway, I'm free now...sometimes go around..."

"I want to marry you!"

Ling Luoyu stared intently, and all the laziness disappeared instantly: "..."

Did you take the wrong medicine? !

It's so broken, what kind of wind is this? ?

"Young Master... I think... Did I do something that made you misunderstand?! If not, then I remember... The high priest seems to have told you that I am his person... and... you I also agreed..."

"Yes! I promised the high priest... you belong to him!"

Yang Zhi's eyes were full of ambiguous colors, and he slowly approached.

"But what I promised to him... is a maid surnamed Yan from our sea area, and what I want to marry... is the Sect Master of the Yaoshan Sect... Ling Luoyu!"

Ling Luoyu's pupils shrank: "Why? There are so many women in the world... Why do you choose me?"

"because I like you"

"speak English!"

Although Ling Luoyu knew that his appearance was stunning, he still wouldn't let a man admire her so desperately.

What's more, this Yang Zhi himself is a scheming person who is good at planning.

When such people do things, their interests always come first.