"I am the owner of the village here. If I say I want to marry you, I will marry you. What qualifications do you have to refute?"
An Tianyang glanced at Peirong who was about to turn around and leave, and suddenly grabbed her, his big hands tightly clasping her palms.
As if being electrocuted, Peirong quickly pulled out his hand and couldn't help but kick An Tianyang backward.
And this kick really shocked the other two men. Perhaps in their impression, they have never been so angry with a woman at such an age, and they are still so angry with a woman who has grown up like this...
"Tianyang, you'd better discuss it with your fiancée, then we'll... leave first..."
Fu Ming wished he could run away as soon as possible, and gloated about his misfortune and pulled Mu Ruoxiang away.
"Hey, you two..."
An Tianyang gritted his teeth, stared at Peirong, and firmly ordered again: "I want to marry you, you better prepare well, there is no need to say anything else."
After saying that, An Tianyang strode away, but halfway through, he suddenly remembered something and turned around again and asked: "Girl, what is your name?"
沛榕眼睛迷成一条缝隙,恨不得揍一顿这个不负责任的男人,口口声声说要娶她,却连一点诚意都没有
"A little girl, she won't change her name when she's walking, and she won't change her surname when she's sitting down. This is Peirong."
An Tianyang raised a thick eyebrow coldly, nodded, and stopped a maid next to him: "Wait a minute... You will take that girl to dress up later. If you can get rid of the buns on your face, it's best to get rid of them. If you can't get rid of them, it's best to get rid of them."
That’s alright and remember to dress up festively.”
The maid with a willow waist and thin eyebrows bowed slightly and returned happily: "Yes, I know, the owner of the village."
An Tianyang gave a sarcastic smile and jumped to look for the two brothers just now.
Peirong was so angry that she stamped her feet, but she couldn't do anything to him right now.
"Girl, if you have any orders, just tell me! You can rest here from now on, and I will report to the old lady later!"
Peirong glanced at the girl, thinking that she was only fifteen or sixteen years old, and finally slowed down her tone, raised her eyes and said, "Well, I understand, what should I call you in the future?"
The maid pursed her lips and smiled: "Girl, just call me by my nickname, Cuiye."
"Cuiye? Haha, okay, Cuiye, you go and do your work first, I will stay in the room well."
Peirong raised her head and saw that the decoration inside was simple and plain. It didn't look like the style of a rich person. Could it be that she was deliberately given such a bad place?
"Forget it, it's better to have a place to live than to have no place to live."
Peirong didn't want to think too much, so she simply lay down on the bed, closed her eyes, and wanted to have a good rest.
"Is the girl here?"
It's just that Peirong didn't expect that the news in this manor was really well-informed, and someone would soon come to cause trouble.