"of course!!"

Ling Luoyu curled his lips and smiled, and his black eyes looked at Jin Lin and Yan Feiyun scorchingly.

"Two, what do you think?"

"The result has come out, naturally..."

"In that case!" Ling Luoyu patted Liao Feng on the back suddenly: "From now on, you will be the Yan family's son-in-law soon..."

"Wait!"

Yan Feiyun quickly raised his hand to interrupt her, his face extremely ugly.

"Miss Ling, what do you mean? Didn't we just say it, just for fun? Why are you taking it seriously..."

"Playing?" Ling Luoyu frowned, and lowered his head thoughtfully for a while: "Young Master Yan, I remember, this playful statement is just your own one-sided word, I didn't agree?"

"Besides, I'm willing to lose the gambling, and speak up! For example, I promised you to go to Zhou's house to solve the follow-up troubles for you...Could it be that this is just casual talk, a joke?"

"...This, isn't it the same thing? The matter between the Yan family and the Zhou family, that is..."

"Why can't be generalized? For me, there is only honesty or not, no jokes!"

Ling Luoyu patted Liao Feng on the shoulder and pushed him forward.

"As for the people, I will stay here, and I will solve the troubles of the Zhou family for you Yan family..."

Whisper in the ear--

"Liao Feng, I can only help you here. As for whether you can achieve your wish later, it depends on your own efforts!"

With the title of "son-in-law" of the Yan family, what he has to do will be much simpler.

Although the term "son-in-law" has not been accepted by the Yan family.

Liao Feng nodded, and gave her a grateful look.

Needless to say, everything is silent.

"Okay, I'm leaving..."

Waved, Ling Luoyu turned around to leave, but something rang out, and walked back again with a serious expression on his face.

"By the way, Liao Feng, don't forget to take good care of your daughter..."

"You still have a daughter?" Yan Ziyue cried out in shock.

Liao Feng twitched his mouth, barely squeezing out a smile: "This... you have to let me explain to you, it's not what you think..."

This Ling Luoyu helped him a lot, but he fell into trouble again.

"No, no, no need to explain..." Yan Ziyue also realized that his reaction was a bit too much.

Make a scene every time, just a game, what is there to explain! ?

Moreover, she doesn't even bother to take care of Liao Feng's affairs now--

"Feiyun, didn't you say that as long as I choose... you will tell me... about those things?"

Yan Feiyun had an evil fire in his heart, but now Yan Ziyue asks like this again, there is no feeling of nonsense.

"Sister, wait first, and when I have time, I must tell you..."

"Little brother"

Yan Feiyun waved his hand, hurriedly tossed her away, and walked away in anger.

Jin Lin sighed, avoiding Yan Ziyue's gaze, and followed him.

"Brother, Kim..."

Yan Ziyue stood there lost, her eyebrows frowned, tears in her eyes.

"You...you..."

"What are you still doing?" Ling Luoyu slammed into Liao Feng: "Go..."

"what?"

However, Liao Feng seemed timid, and his facial features were about to be twisted together.

"Ah what? Go..."

"...What are you doing?"

"What are you talking about?" Ling Luoyu's side eyes, who hated iron and steel, said: "Your woman is empty at the bottom of her heart. It's a good time to take advantage of the emptiness..."