After saying that, he sighed heavily, revealing his arm that had lost Shou Gongsha, and there was an endless sigh of helplessness in his tone.
I wish we could meet each other before we were married.
Qin Yun listened and covered his face slightly with his sleeves. Why didn't he, the father, know about her marriage and her fiancé? How dare this Ziyu talk about it.
"Is the piano and the harp harmonious?" The smile on Bei Mingyou's mother's face did not change: "I don't know which young master it is, so I can express my congratulations then."
After asking questions to this extent, it was obvious that Bei Mingyou's mother wanted to figure it out and would not allow her to prevaricate.
Ziyu's eyes rolled slightly. In this case, she had no choice but to grab a shield and come out. As long as she insisted that it was the shield, Bei Mingyou's mother would not be able to do anything to her. She would not believe Bei Mingchang.
Feng would tell his mother such a bad thing.
His face was full of shyness: "He is the third young master of the Wu family."
"It's Xiao Wu." Bei Mingyou's mother nodded, suddenly stretched out her hand and patted her gently: "Xiao Wu happens to be waiting for me here, let's meet each other."
Before he finished speaking, the third young master of the Wu family had already walked in.
Ziyu gritted his teeth, he had indeed come prepared, everyone had been brought here, he really wanted to expose her.
But is she so easily exposed?
"Xiao Wu, have you seen this girl?" Bei Minyou's mother glanced at Mr. Wu who walked in.
The handsome third young master turned his head to look at Ziyu.
Seeing this, Ziyu put Bei Mingyou on the ground, with a shy and bright smile on his face. Without waiting for the Third Young Master to shake his head, he rushed towards the Third Young Master Wu: "Third Young Master."
When Mr. Wu saw Ziyu rushing towards him, he was so frightened that he quickly hid from Beiming Youniang: "This girl, I don't know you, please be respectful."
I don’t know you. If you say you don’t know me, then you don’t know me?
Ziyu's bright smile faded, but the figure that rushed towards him did not change: "I know that you were forced to reject the love between us because of pressure. Ziyu understands, but Ziyu only has you in his heart, so..."
"What are you talking about?" Amidst the delicate cry, a cold and unusual voice suddenly came out of thin air, like a sharp sword thrust in.
Chill, cold kill.
Well, the figure of Ziyu's servant suddenly stopped, this voice...
"Pap, tap." Suddenly, clear footsteps came from outside the house, and a man covered in coldness opened the door curtain and walked in.
With black hair and black eyes, he is as sharp as a sword and as sharp as a sword.
Exactly, Beiming Changfeng.
Ziyu was dumbfounded for a moment, it's over, why is he here?
Covered with coldness and killing intent, Beiming Changfeng walked straight in front of Ziyu, lowered his head and locked eyes with Ziyu: "What are you looking for?"
What do you mean? Three words, three words that are extremely cold and chilling.
To Ziyu's ears, it sounded like a death warrant from King Yama.
Oh my god, why did Beiming Changfeng come?
"I'm asking once, what are you talking about?" Beiming Changfeng lowered his head, his forehead almost touched Ziyu's forehead, and his dark eyes were full of the impending storm.
"I believe you also think this is impossible." Ziyu immediately stood up straight and denied that she just wanted to call her husband.
"Pfft." Bei Mingyou's mother couldn't hold it back and burst out laughing, but she immediately covered her mouth. Her eldest son looked like he was about to go crazy, so she endured it.
Several other people in the room lowered their heads and gritted their teeth, not making a sound even to death.