Jin Ling and Yan Feiyun subconsciously look at each other, but they have no words.
"Since the Yan family is going to marry Miss Yan ziyue to a certain emissary, it must be Lang Youqing's concubine's intention?"
“……”
"What's the matter? My question No one can answer? "
Ling Luoyu's words turn, pretending to be surprised to stare at two people, Feng Mou Liu Yuan.
"Did you not understand me, or did you not know Is Miss Yan ziyue willing? "
“……”
At this time, the heart of Ding Temple fell down --
after such a big circle, she was looking for the steps for him!
"No?"
With an exaggerated cry, Ling Luoyu laughed three times.
"I see. When you proposed the engagement, you didn't ask the Yan family whether she would like to, did you?"
Yan Feiyun hissed and sulked: "since ancient times, engagement is the order of parents and the words of matchmaker! When a woman marries a man, how many of them are sincere... "
"Is it?" Ling Luoyu nodded frequently: "what you said, I totally agree with What is sincerity? But it's a dispensable thing. In front of family interests, it's really a fart, right? "
The corners of her lips were slightly hooked, and her eyes fell.
"And yours?"
“…… What? "
"What's your heart?"
“……”
"What's your heart? Or... " She slowly lifted her eyes, and her eyes wandered between Yan Fei Yun and Jin Ling: "your sincerity..."
“……”
The eyes of Ding temple are heavy: "Ling girl..."
About the relationship between Yan Feiyun and Jinling, most of the Yan family knew it well.
But?
Under the policy of coercion, no one dares to mention it!