Yin Shaotang was busy trying to smooth things over and said with a smile: "What a coincidence, what a coincidence, Miss Su and Brother Huangfu can meet their old friends here. Miss Yue is a blessing in disguise, she doesn't have to be Mrs. Yazhai."
Solo Fei was a little unhappy. He had basically heard the tone now. Coupled with Wei Anliang's attitude towards Huangfujin, and hearing his last name, he guessed that he was a prince from Beijing.
But since the prince didn't disclose his identity, he could just pretend not to know.
Shan Fei cleared his throat and said to Wei Anliang: "Gang Leader Wei, if you open your mouth, my brother will have to sell you a favor. But... you also know that we are already in our forties, and we don't even have a wife."
, after all, it’s not that kind of thing. Don’t laugh at me, brother, I haven’t had any thoughts about any of my daughters in so many years. I met this one today..."
He pointed at Yue Feng'er, "I don't know why, but my heart suddenly became active."
Wei Anliang whispered: "Master, look at my maids, all of them are absolutely good, and... I guarantee that they have never been touched. You can choose as many as you like, and you can still give them to your brothers."
Let’s also solve life-long matters.”
Shan Fei glanced at Su Mo and whispered, "Guild Leader Wei, that one..."
Wei Anliang's face darkened, a trace of sinisterness flashed in his eyes, and then he teased: "Master, please don't open your mouth. I guarantee that if you open your mouth, your life in the past forty years will be in vain.
"
Shan Fei could not help but tremble. Although Wei Anliang's tone was joking, he could hear his seriousness.
He chuckled and said, "It's a joke, it's a joke."
However, he couldn't let go of Yue Feng'er. After all, such a weak, cowardly, and incomparably beautiful woman was rare in the world.
I fell in love with him as soon as I saw him and thought it would be nice to be a wife.
The several women present each have their own characteristics, and no one woman can include all the characteristics.
Or the pungent thorn rose, or the graceful white lotus, or the dignified and noble peony, or...
In short, since he couldn't ask for anything better, he didn't want to let go of Yue Feng'er.
Yue Feng'er's thin shoulders were shaking. She glanced at Su Mo and Huangfu Jin quietly. At this time, she heard Shan Fei's subordinates muttering there, as if they were unwilling to let her go.
