Nangong Nuo'er stretched out her hand to lift her chin, looked at her and said, "Zi Yan is not bad in appearance. There is no maid in our Nangong Villa who can compare with her. Zi Yan, tell me, do you want to
If you want him to be responsible, as long as you say a word, I will make the decision for you." After she finished speaking, she slowly let go.
"I...Zi Yan is just a maid. I have nothing to ask for. It's all up to the Third Miss." Zi Yan glanced at Nangong Xudan with some hesitation, saw the restless look on his face, and then looked at the Third Miss.
With an indifferent expression, she gritted her teeth and said something that made Nangong Xudan so angry that he wanted to kill someone. However, in front of Nangong Nuoer, he could only be angry in his heart and did not dare to show it. Who told him to be wrong first?
"Zi Yan, my eldest brother is the eldest young master of Nangong Villa. According to your status, you can only be a concubine. Even so, are you willing?~" Zi Yan has been someone else's concubine, and
Now that he is their servant again, it is impossible for him to become the main wife.
"I belong to the Third Miss. Third Miss, you can do whatever you want." Zi Yan lowered her head, hiding a trace of joy in her eyes. Although Nangong Xudan has a fetish for girls, he is better than the previous man.
It's much better. If you can marry him and be a concubine, it will be better than living as a current person for the rest of your life.[
"Little sister, I can't take her as my concubine, I don't like her at all." Nangong Xudan's face immediately turned livid, and he roared fiercely at Zi Yan: "Zi Yan, I have never touched you at all.
I won't marry you. If you want to be my concubine, don't even think about it." This damn woman, he knew she was coveting his status.
"Brother, please stop shirking your responsibilities. As long as Zi Yan is willing to marry you, you must marry her. If you don't marry her, I will tell grandma what I heard and saw tonight. Then
I think you should know better than me what the consequences will be." He had done something wrong and dared to yell at others. Nangong Nuo'er took a step forward, reached out and grabbed his chest, with a cold tone like cruelty.
The female Shura whispered in front of him like a woman: "If you don't marry her, I will tell grandma that you have wrong thoughts about me."
"Little sister, you can't say that, you can't tell grandma." Nangong Nuoer's words seemed to be driven into his heart with a hammer, word by word.
