Chapter 1301: Fanwai Nangongxuan's confusion and love 173
Xue Wu responded softly: "I don't care, as long as the young master is happy in everything."
She didn't care about these Murong family's names. If she had to say she would care, she just wanted to break up with them immediately
Now, I don’t care about what Murong Yanran said.
But I don't understand. The less she cares, the less happy Murong Yanran feels
I stopped to say these words to Xue Wu because she felt uncomfortable and wanted to find someone who was more uncomfortable than her to dilute her anger, but...
Cold eyes saw Xue Wu's reaction, and a cruel smile gradually appeared on the corner of Murong Yanran's mouth
"Do you know why Qin Hua doesn't like you?"
He glanced at Nangong Xuan's door with a smile. Looking at Xue Wu's slightly changed face, Murong Yanran's smile even more: "Because you are just a woman you can never tease a man's favorite."
Holding his head raised, he chuckled: "I can tell you that no matter what the point is, you are just an inconspicuous person who helps others with the inconspicuous ones. Don't talk about Qin Hua, even if you are another person, you are thinking about others in your heart.
, but I can't see you, the fool who is by his side every day."
The other person refers to Nangong Xuan, of course
Looking at the sarcasm in Murong Yanran's eyes, Xue Wu's heart suddenly felt tingling.
Nangong Xuan really thought about others in his heart, regardless of whether that person was by his side or not
She didn't feel uncomfortable just now, just because Qin Hua was not the one she cared about, no matter what he did
but.......
Murong Yanran looked at the pain in Xue Wu's eyes with satisfaction, and the anger in her heart immediately calmed down a lot.
But I still felt that it was not enough, so I thought about it and chuckled: "On that day, you go to the authentic place to help your mother dress up properly."
"Why?"
After asking this sentence, Xue Wu knew why Murong Yanran was tormenting. Isn’t it what Murong Yanran likes to do the most?
She could not care about this title, or she could ignore the insulting of her mother and son, but how could Mrs. Xue, who sent her daughter to this garden with her own hands, accept this fact?