"He doesn't even look at the identity of Miss Yan Jia, so what can I be?"

As soon as the conversation turned, she glared at Dingmiao displeased.

"The envoy, isn't it right... I've been in the Mo family for so long, why haven't you heard of your sweetheart? You disagree with Mrs. Yan's marriage, do you miss Miss Yan once... what happened?"

Dingmiao's eyes widened instantly: "You..."

What are you talking about?

Don't you know how much the Yan family is taboo against Yan Ziyue! ?

Now, in front of your younger brother and the chief instructor, aren't you talking about what happened to Yan Ziyue as a clear cause?

And still find him something!

Ling Luoyu blinked her left eye slyly, and the corners of her lips curled up badly: "The envoy, your sweetheart... won't it be me?!"

Everyone's eyes turned to Dingmiao instantly.

The waterfall Khan at the moment of Dingmiao: "...Of course...not!!"

"Really? That's a real pity..."

Those little bitter eyes made everyone's lips convulsed

Does this girl hate to marry?

"However, since it's not me, why can't you promise Yan's kindness?"

Dingmiao's forehead was sweaty: "...There is not only one girl in this world, my sweetheart... can't it be another girl?"

What is she doing?

Demolish his desk?

Don't forget, they are all in the same group!

"However, this man, three wives and four concubines, it doesn't matter... Even if you have a sweetheart, it will not hinder your loving marriage contract with Miss Yan Jia!"

Ling Luoyu looked at Yan Feiyun very seriously.

"Anyway, what the Yan family wants is the sincerity of the Mo family, because only the sincerity of marriage can guarantee the Yan family's status in the Mo family, right?"

"You...what do you mean?" Yan Feiyun's expression changed slightly.

Isn't this obviously saying that the Yan family can't do it, and the relationship with the Mo family can only be maintained by a marriage contract? !

"It's not interesting, I just don't understand..."

Ling Luoyu slightly shook his fingertips around him, and pointed to Dingmiao thoughtfully.

"But if you are married, why would you choose him? He is just a messenger, the messenger of the Mo family... For the Mo family, there are more such messengers, and the identity is very common. How can it be in the eyes of Mrs. Yan? Your baby girl married him?"

"That's ours..."

"Oh"

Before Yan Feiyun finished speaking, Ling Luoyu interrupted him rudely.

"I see, it might be Miss Yan Ziyue who personally took a fancy to the messenger?"

Liao Feng's pupils shrank suddenly, and his tense back instantly stiffened.

"Girl, what do you want to say?" Jin Lin walked lightly and silently stood opposite Ling Luoyu, lowering his voice: "You want to match the marriage between the Yan family and the Mo family, or you want to separate them..."

How did he feel that Ling Luoyu was instigating the relationship between the Yan family and the Mo family? !

"Take them apart? No, no, no, as the saying goes, I would rather demolish ten temples than a marriage...How can I do such a wicked thing like a stick and a mandarin duck?!"

Ling Luoyu's head was shaking like a rattle, very serious.

"Of course, the premise of this mandarin duck must be... mandarin duck, right?"

Her eyebrows were raised, her eyes wandering between Jin Lin and Yan Feiyun with a very ambiguous look.

"Mandarin ducks, it must be your love and my wish, you and me, you have the kind that I want... right?"