Yan Feiyun is holding the winning ticket, how could he forget it?

Sneered at the moment, grabbed her by the arm, and walked towards Liao Feng and Dingmiao.

"Sister, if you want to choose between these two men to be your husband, which one would you choose?"

Dingmiao bowed his head, and took two steps back again calmly.

However, Liao Feng moved his toes lightly and stepped forward nervously, looking at her with extremely complicated eyes.

"Brother, what are you talking about?" Yan Ziyue was shocked, and quickly threw away his arm: "I didn't want to marry, why should I choose between them?"

"Miss Ziyue, this is a game!" Jin Lin chuckled and stood beside her, pointing to Dingmiao and Liao Feng with her fingertips: "These two men are pretty good looking. If you choose a husband, which one would you choose?"

"I"

"It's not true, it's just a game...so you can choose boldly, don't be taboo!"

"I"

Yan Ziyue's breathing sank, standing there a little at a loss.

Dingmiao bowed his head silently, avoiding her sight, while Liao Feng looked at her motionlessly with his eyes burning.

"Brother, Jin... Why should I choose a husband among them? I... I don't marry..."

"Sister, didn't you tell me? This is just a game, just a game..."

Yan Feiyun grasped Yan Ziyue's arm fiercely, whispering in his ear.

"Don't you want to know something about the past? You choose, I will tell you..."

Yan Ziyue's pupils shrank suddenly: "Brother..."

"choose one!"

Yan Feiyun pushed her forward and smiled badly.

"It's just a game, sister, you can choose any one you want, any one will do..."

Pick any one?

Yan Ziyue's gaze wandered over Dingmiao and Liao Feng, and Yin Fang bit his lips.

Liao Feng's eyes flickered, his chest quietly stood up, his hands fisted tightly, and he subconsciously swallowed a few drools in his throat.

"Sister?" Yan Feiyun leaned close behind Yan Ziyue, his lips twitched: "Which one you like, choose whichever you like, don't be restrained, and don't have to consider his identity background..."

"Young Master Yan is right, this kind of thing, you have to... follow your heart!" Ling Luoyu gestured with his eyes sideways, smiling like a flower: "With your heart, look carefully, feel carefully, feel, whether there is a...different feeling !"

Jin Lin looked down and looked at her thoughtfully--

These words seem to have something to say!

But what can be interesting?

Also, why did she dare to bet that Yan Ziyue would choose Liao Feng?

If she is not sure, how dare she

wrong! !

Jin Lin suddenly realized that something was wrong: "Miss Ling, do you know something?"

He stepped forward quickly, stood in front of Liao Feng, slammed his chin with his right hand and lifted it up.

"who are you?"

Liao Feng suddenly spoke to each other: "Liao Feng!"

"Liao Feng?"

Jin Lin's pupils shrank, and suddenly pinched the ring on his wrist.

"Crack!"

The ring is broken.

Yan Feiyun's face changed drastically: "You... are not a slave!"

Liao Feng remained unmoved: "Is it a slave, don't you two know?"

Coldly curls his lips, he is neither humble nor humble.

"After seeing so many fights in the arena, are you slaves? Do you have any loops? Don't you know?"

As long as he is put on the ring, even if he can finally get out of the siege and survive his life, it must be scarred.

And he?

Unscathed! !