Chapter 917: I promised this marriage (9)

Chapter 917, I agreed to this marriage (9)
Nanxian’s nephew stared at Muling, and his heart seemed to be planning something.
Let him pull his stomach for a month?
No, it's too light!
Do you want to... poison? Intestines wear belly?
No, he made a mistake in his mouth.
So... let him become dumb? Can't be fierce again?
Still too light.
Well, let him... long sore on his mouth?
This is feasible.
With a bang, Gu Yiyi had picked up the teacup and smashed it toward Muling.
Muling felt the ear side identity, one side of the body, and then hid in the past.
Seeing the movement of her daughter, Gu began to drink tea quietly, with a smile on his face, and did not stop it.
"The owner, Miss Gu, what does this mean?"
Gu began with a smile on his face: "Sorry, my daughter, I like to pick things up. She just looked at you badly. I didn't hold back. I didn't hold back. One by one is a child. You shouldn't want to A child cares?"
Mu Ling's face was distorted, and he naturally couldn't care with Gu Yiyi. He turned his head again and turned his eyes to the wind.
"South String is my son, I-"
Snapped!
Another cup came over.
Muling had escaped. The cup accidentally slammed on Chen’s body, and her tears flowed down.
"Miss Gu-"
"Hey!" Gu Yiyi turned his head and grievances, "He yelled at me."
Gu Shi’s hand slammed his hand and crushed the teacup in his hand. The smile on his face disappeared, and his face looked uplessly:
What happened to Mu Shaozhu?

Muling's face is a stiff face.
This is a disagreement, and he has killed his predecessor.
He can't afford it.
Gu began to anger the heart, turned his head and looked at the wind: "South String, he is me..."
Perhaps the thing just left still left him with a psychological shadow. Just said a few words, he hurriedly turned his head to look at Gu Yiyi.
Seeing that Gu Yiyi is seriously eating fruits, his heart is relieved and continues.
"South String is my son, I don't agree with you, you can't get started! What's more, you still have a plain dress!"
Nanxian calmly looked at Mu Ling, and then turned to the wind like: "Can I talk?"
This tone, careful, does not match his cold momentum.
"Oh, what do you want to say?" In the moment when the wind turned his head, all the arrogance and domineering disappeared, and the laughter was stunned.
"I am not a person who is admired -"
The simple words of the South Strings made everyone in the room change their face.
He said that he... is not a person?
Nanxian is not extremely filial to Muling? Why did he say such things in public?
"Ling Ge," Chen said that Mu Ling wanted to be angry again. She endured the painful tears and barely smiled. "Forget it, the birthday of the old man, don't make trouble, the wind girl wants to stay." Next, she can stay, no matter what happens after the birthday of the father, how?"
Mu Ling took a deep breath, and he clenched his fists and his eyes were dark.
This woman really has the ability to seduce the clothes and seduce the South String! If this is not a scorn for her to talk to, he can not easily let him go!
"South String," the wind was as if the man was quietly lifting his hand, and he hurriedly grabbed his fist and smiled. "When the birthday is over, you want to tie him to the gate of the city. Forgot the other purposes we have today."
The hand of Nanxian fell.
It’s cold, like a god.
Mu Ling did not know, just now, unconsciously, he took back a life, still looking at the wind with that fierce gaze.
(End of this chapter)