"Miss Ling is polite, if you don't dislike it, you can call me Sister Lian..."

"No, no, no need..." Ling Luoyu was filled with rejections all over his body: "This is the first time the two of us have met, and this is the first time I know the name of the lady, and I almost said the lady, how dare I have no respect. How about calling your wife a sister? I don't deserve it!"

"Miss Ling, is this sarcasm that I'm not worthy?" Madam Lian's expression darkened, her eyes filled with tears, and she lowered her eyes helplessly and aggrieved: "I know, my identity... is very embarrassing, although I am with The Lord of God has a real husband and wife, and gave birth to a child for him, but everyone knows... I am a puppet!"

Feng Chenglin twitched the corners of his mouth, turned to Ling Luoyu, and lowered his voice: "This is really messy!"

Who knows, Mrs. Lian heard this sentence without falling, and tears rolled down instantly.

"Yeah, even I feel so messed up, I don't even know why I got to this point... I originally thought that if I gave birth to a child for him and gave birth to an heir, he would treat me... "

"That, that's not what I meant," Feng Chenglin said badly and was caught, embarrassingly digging his toes on the ground.

Mrs. Lian was even more sad, crying and shaking her head.

"I know what you mean. After all, I am too naive. To him, the child is just a false name! The one he loves, the one he loves in this life... is only that Luming!"

Feng Chenglin was speechless enough to shut up, so he could only wink at Ling Luoyu.

Ling Luoyu ignored him and listened with great interest to Mrs. Lian's story about the **** love triangle of the past.

Maybe women have unique hobbies in this regard.

Feng Chenglin listened to it like a thorn on his back, but Ling Luoyu could not wait to move a little ponytail and listen to the story while squatting on the seeds.

Madam Lian was crying about her grief as a resentful woman, while talking about the blood of Luming and the gods.

Their story is simple.

It is not much different from the storyline in the general playbook.

It is nothing more than that the Lord of God is masculine, but urgently needs to give birth to an heir.

After several selections, Mrs. Lian became the most suitable person.

And the most ironic thing is that the person who chose her to serve the Divine Master was Lu Ming!

"Do you know? After I learned that I was chosen by the Lord, I was so excited that I didn't sleep all night. The next day it was not dawn, so I got up early, dressed up, and waited for the Lord's summoning!"

As she spoke, Mrs. Lian laughed at herself.

"Miss Ling, you are also a woman. You should be able to understand the kind of expectation... waiting for your sweetheart to meet you?! That's how I am, anxious and uneasy!"

Ling Luoyu's eyes were bright: "And then, you have a baby?"

"How can it be so fast? You think it's a pig's calf? It's coming? Men have to prepare for this kind of thing!" Feng Chenglin was stunned, very serious: "Not to mention, it's still like the Lord of God. Is it necessary to cultivate a relationship for at least a few days?"

"Men? Cultivating feelings, how many days? Huh!!"

Those eyes, that tone of voice, those white eyes that rolled to the sky... all of them express their meaning!

Feng Chenglin was a little insulted: "You can't compare men like us with men who are inferior to pigs and dogs... Men like us are still very principled!"