Yang Bing and Shang He raised their eyes at the same time, with an innocent little white rabbit expression, as if they didn't even know what happened.

"what happened?"

"do not know!"

"It seems... angry!"

"Then we..."

"eat!"

"Oh!"

The two whispered heartily, and even continued to eat consciously.

Dingdang bit his lip and his face was pale and pale: "Miss Ling, you...what do you mean? I...what am I coveting a girl?"

Ling Luoyu smiled evilly: "My husband..."

"If you don't want my brother, then you are coveting my husband..."

"...Miss Ling, what do you mean..."

"In short, if you want to stay in Chi Palace, you have to abide by the rules of my Chi Palace! If you want to stay, you have to marry my brother...or else, I'm worried?"

Ding Dong: "..."

What is this fallacy? !

Whether she stays or not has anything to do with whether she marries Feng Chenglin! ?

Ling Luoyu's eyes flashed, and his lips pointed at Yang Bing: "This young girl, you've seen it... The reason why she can stay in Chi Palace is because she promised to marry Yang Guang..."

"puff!"

Yang Bing spouted a mouthful of porridge.

However, in the next second, he wiped his mouth very cooperatively, packed his body, and got up apologetically.

"Sorry, Madam, it's rude..."

Before Ling Luoyu could speak, she consciously withdrew from the dinner table.

When I went out, my heart was not suppressed by the smile

Really served!

Ling Luoyu's technique of fooling people can come right after opening his mouth! ?

Everything about her can be used as a tool for beating!

At the dining table, Dingdang's expression was extremely ugly: "Then...what about sister Shanghe, she..."

Shang He bit his bun and raised his head: "..."

You talk as soon as you talk, why are you talking about her again? !

Fortunately, after Ling Luoyu glanced sideways, he said calmly: "She doesn't need it!"

Dingdang suddenly widened his eyes: "Why?"

"Because the Mo Palace Master in our family won't be interested in his face..."

"Ahem..."

Shang He choked out a bun.

"...Sorry, you eat slowly..."

In Ling Luoyu's disgusting eyes, she retreated in embarrassment.

Ding Dong sat down with his eyes down: "Miss Ling is afraid of me... I don't believe in Palace Master Mo..."

"Men, it's the same. When faced with temptation, it is always difficult to control. Therefore, the safest way is to keep him away from temptation..."

Ling Luoyu's spoon stirred the gruel, making a crisp crashing sound.

"Girl Dingdong, don't say I'm stingy, if it's you, I'm afraid it will be like this..."

"So, you want me to marry...Mr. Wind, it's... cut off your sense of crisis?" Dingdang's lips faded with mockery.

"You can understand this way!"

"What about Mr. Feng? Will he promise you such absurd reasons?"

"I gave him a woman for free, why would he not want it!?"

Dingdang's hands were trembling slightly, but his expression was still calm.

Ling Luoyu pretended not to see her, and still ate his porridge calmly: "If you agree with Miss Dingdang, then we will discuss the next specific details. If you don't agree, it will be easier... I will send someone to deliver it. Girl, you go down the mountain!"

Ding Dong did not speak, but quietly drank porridge.

It wasn't until the last sip of the soup drank that she slowly looked down: "It is not impossible for me to marry Mr. Feng, but..."

Ling Luoyu raised her eyelashes, her eyes sinking: "But what?"