"Master!"

Xiaoying jumped out of the backyard in surprise, holding a new quilt in her hands.

"Master, are you back?! I'm making your bed..."

Ling Luoyu seemed to have caught a life-saving straw, and hurriedly greeted him: "Xiaoying, you just came here, did I even bring you a gift?!"

Xiaoying was even more excited when she heard it, "Really?! Thank you, Master!!"

"Of course it's true, everyone in Ling Mansion has a gift..."

Ling Luoyu took the opportunity to escape and hurriedly greeted Xiaoying to pick up the present.

Seeing her cheerful back, the smile in Ling Bufan's eyes gradually diminished.

"This kid..."

Ling Yunfeng stood with his hand, Yun Danfeng said softly: "Father, Qi Yunzong has a letter from there?!"

Ling Bufan's eyes trembled, staring suddenly.

"What letter?!"

Ling Yunfeng's gaze slowly looked like a strange look.

"I thought it was Yu'er's letter to you, but it looks like... she didn't write it!"

Since he returned home, Ling Bufan would tell him no matter how big or small it was.

But only the letter three days ago!

Ling Bufan was silent and silent.

He thought it was a letter from Ling Luoyu's family, but from the time period Ling Luoyu mentioned earlier, that letter was sent from Qiyunzong after she left Qiyunzong.

His son's gaze caused Ling Bufan to withdraw his gaze calmly.

"Is it really Yu'er...just a letter from an old friend!"

"Old man?!"

Ling Bufan didn't want to mention it any more, and shook his head slightly: "Old friend...long-lost old friend..."

His voice was a bit sad, a bit helpless, and a bit desperate.

"Don't bother about this matter, and don't tell Yuer! Her business is already troublesome enough, so let her simply stay at home and live happily!"

Ling Bufan waved his hands weakly, bowing his head sadly.

"Old Tao, let's go..."

Tao Ding glanced at Ling Yunfeng profoundly, seemingly hesitant to speak, but after all, he bowed his head.

"Yes!"

Ling Mansion.

West Cross Hospital.

Last night, they chatted with the three of Ling's father and son until the third watch, and Ling Luoyu fell asleep just before dawn.

It just took a nap, and was awakened by the sound of Xiaoying's frying pan.

"Master, master..."

Ling Luoyu turned over: "Your young master is sleeping, and the signal is not good enough to receive..."

"Master, don't be okay, it's a good thing, a great thing..."

Ling Luoyu slowly opened his eyes and listened to the sound. The small video was full of excitement, excitement and medicine, and the tone was very high.

"What's great?!"

"Master, we have come to propose a marriage..."

"Oh"

What's so strange about proposing marriage? !

Some time ago, didn't someone come to give Ling Yunxi a kiss? !

"Second Uncle's again?! Second Uncle has to hurry up... They are all that old..."

Since Ling Yunxi had been in trouble with Feng Ziqing's affairs, he seemed to be quite injured, and stopped mentioning love affairs, so that Ling Bufan did not dare to mention it for fear of hurting him.

"Master, it's not for the second master!" Xiaoying leaned forward with a smile: "It's for you!"

"Oh!"

Ling Luoyu still responded casually.

Without waiting for Xiaoying to speak again, she sat up with an "Ah" cry.

"What did you say? Who did you propose to?!"

"To the young master...There are so many matchmakers sitting in our house!!"

Ling Luoyu sat there with a devilish look: "It's not...this proposer...is it a man or a woman?!"

Xiaoying looked dumbfounded: "..."

This question is so fresh! !

"Master, the one who proposed to you... is of course a girl..."

Is it possible to mention the man? !