"No, no, you two misunderstood me..."

"What I want is not relief!" Ling Luoyu hooked his arm lightly, hooked the arm of Dingmiao, and pushed him in front of the two of them: "What I want is a real covenant!"

Yan Feiyun showed half of his head from behind Jin Lin: "But didn't you say that your purpose this time has nothing to do with the Mo Family? In that case, does the Mo Family and Yan Family's agreement have anything to do with you? Anyway, you cannot return to the Mo Family. It's not you who is the person on the line..."

"Young Master Yan is really an honorable person who forgets more things!" Ling Luoyu smiled and said, "I have already said that, I am half of the Mo family at any rate, you said, do I want to do my best for the Mo family. Dedicated?"

"It's okay to do something, but..."

Jin Lin looked at Dingmiao quietly, don't smile deeply.

"I don't know what the messenger thinks?"

Dingmiao was taken aback: "What does instructor Jin mean?"

This look, this smile, definitely has other meanings.

"I heard that our mistress intends to build a bridge for the envoy..."

"No need!"

Before Jin Lin finished speaking, Dingmiao refused.

"I mentioned this matter to Mrs. Yan, but I rejected it at the time... It's just because it's a private matter and it's not a big deal, so I have publicly responded to it. Now, since instructor Jin asked , I will also say something publicly"

He raised his head lightly, and gave a word to him.

"I have a sweetheart!"

"Really?" Jin Lin shook his head in disbelief: "But as far as I know, the envoy is not married, and there is no marriage contract, otherwise our mistress will not betroth Miss Ziyue to you!"

Ziyue?

Yan Ziyue! !

Ling Luoyu's brows suddenly raised and looked at Liao Feng.

Liao Feng, who had nothing to do with him, also got up suddenly, clenching his fists.

But in the next second, he saw Ling Luoyu's eyes and instantly realized that he was too impulsive!

Fortunately, the minds of Jin Lin and others were all on Dingmiao, and no one noticed his strangeness.

Without moving, he sat down slowly.

But the fisted hand trembled uncontrollably.

"Instructor Jin, let's not talk about Miss Ziyue's status. I am not worthy of it. I will just say that my current messenger status is not suitable for what happened to Miss Yan...not to mention, I still have my sweetheart. !"

Dingmiao's gaze and fresh water ran across Ling Luoyu without a trace, and the corners of his lips raised a slight arc.

"About this, Miss Ling can prove it for me!"

"Your sweetheart is her?" Yan Feiyun blurted out, with irrepressible mockery on his face.

What kind of look! ?

The girl's appearance is not scary.

There is no comparison with his sister at all!

"Unexpectedly, dignified Mohist messenger..."

The taste is so vulgar! !

Due to his face, Yan Feiyun didn't say the rest.

"Wait!"

Ling Luoyu quickly raised his hand, aimed at the temple, and then at himself.

"You don't think his sweetheart is... me?"

Dingmiao's brows moved slightly, but there was no explanation.

The others followed Ling Luoyu's fingers and looked at him, then slowly retracted their eyes, staring at Ling Luoyu.

That look is quite complicated:

What do you say?

-Not who you are! ?

Ling Luoyu was speechless: "Please, do you think that as an envoy of the order, you would like an ordinary woman like me?"