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1417. Chapter 1417 Proposing marriage 2

Bing Haotian frowned and looked at the most stable elder Lan Qin with some confusion.

"Lord Patriarch, the thing is like this. Lord Binghuazhuo had some conflicts with the eldest young master in Lan Mansion..." Lord Lan Qin began to briefly talk about the conflict between Lan Mansion and Binghua Zhuo.

"The head of the family has said that now the Yu family is on the side of Lord Binghua Zhuo, but the head of the family supports the head of the clan. It's just that the three major noble families cannot participate in the struggle within the clan. The Yu family can support Lord Binghua Zhuo.

This is because Mr. Bing Huazhuo will marry the third young lady of the Yu family, and they are considered a family. However, if our Lan family wants to help the patriarch, it is unjust and unreasonable. Therefore, the head of the family proposed that if Miss Wu'er could marry our eldest young master,

If so, the Lan family will do their best to help the patriarch."

When Lan Qin said this, Lan Shi'ao's lustful eyes were fixed on Bing Wu'er, which made Bing Haotian very disgusted. He didn't expect that this time the Lan family really came to propose marriage.

"What!?" Bing Wu'er yelled, her pretty face changed color. How could she have thought that the matter would actually involve her? Although she wanted to help her elder brother, it was impossible for her to marry a young master with a notorious sexual reputation.

of.

"Wu'er, if you marry me, you will have the same status as my eldest wife. Our Lan family will also do our best to help your eldest brother so that Bing Huazhuo can't be arrogant!" Lan Shi'ao's hatred for Bing Huazhuo is overwhelming.

Difficult to eliminate.

"Senior Lan Qin, this, is this what the head of the Lan family means?" Bing Haotian felt a fire rising in his chest, but he suppressed it forcefully. Even if he couldn't defeat Bing Huazhuo, he would never let his sister marry such a person.

A scumbag, compared to his cousin, the eldest son of the Lan family is even worse.

Elder Lan Qin nodded and said: "Yes, the head of the family will ask the old man and the young master to come over first to see what the patriarch wants. If the patriarch agrees, the family will come to propose marriage in person."

"Impossible!" Mrs. Lei on the side said angrily. She had been paying attention to Lan Shiao. This man was good-looking, but his face was full of lust. How could she let her daughter suffer from such a man? "Senior Lan Qin, you still have to invite me.

Go back, I don't agree, even if the clan leader agrees, it's useless, Wu'er is my daughter! How can I push her into the fire pit!" After saying this, he glanced at Bing Haotian, who was silent.

Bing Haotian couldn't laugh or cry and said: "Elder Lan Qin, it seems that we are going to live up to the love of the Lan family. Wu'er and the eldest young master are indeed not suitable for each other."

"What fire pit!? Why isn't it suitable? I promise I will treat Wu'er well." Lan Shi'ao said urgently.

Lei Han said angrily: "Young Master Lan, you have countless wives and concubines, why would you be nice to Wu'er? Is my Wu'er just made to be a concubine? Let's stop talking about this matter!"

"Of course not. I said Wu'er can sit on an equal footing with the head wife. Plus she is the clan leader's sister. Our Lan family must treat her well." Lan Shiao looked at Bing Wu'er and then explained.

Bing Haotian looked at Lan Qin and shook his head: "Elder Lan Qin, I'm really sorry. Although I am Wu'er's brother, I still want her to choose her husband by herself."

"Brother, of course I don't agree! Lan Shi'ao, you bastard, you actually used your crooked ideas to harm me. You are looking for death!" Bing Wu'er shouted angrily.

Lan Shi'ao wanted to say something else, but he was stopped by Elder Lan Qin. After a few words of greeting, Lan Shi'ao pulled Lan Shi'ao away.


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