Dongfang Lintian raised his eyes to look at Dongfang Moran, his eyes full of seriousness: "Father, is the face of the Dongfang family more important or is my life, your biological son, more important?"
Dongfang Moran felt a slight emotion in his heart, his pupils were as deep as water, and his eyebrows were slightly wrinkled: "I think I know the answer. There are always ten or hundreds more Dongfang Lintian, but they can't compare to one Dongfang family. Even one Dongfang Lintian
Qidu can't compare." The cold voice echoed in the room, with a hint of sarcasm and more of a cold heart.
Looking at the departing black figure, Dongfang Mingran's body swayed slightly, his fingers tightly grasping the corner of the table beside him, and his thoughts were complicated.
Dongfang Lintian was in a bad mood when he left Dongfang Moran's room. He exuded an aura of not disturbing strangers. The guards and maids passing by all bowed respectfully and then left quickly.
When the second young master is in a bad mood, you can't mess with him.
Miao Ling left her room and was about to walk towards Dongfang Linqi's room. Halfway there, she suddenly stopped and turned to look at the black figure walking in the distance. She narrowed her eyes slightly and quickly
He chased after him.
"Wait a minute!" Miao Ling quickly came to Dongfang Lintian and blocked his way.
Dongfang Lintian was in a very bad mood at the moment. When he saw someone blocking the road, a murderous intention flashed through his heart. He raised his eyes and looked at the person coldly, but paused slightly when he saw those colorful glazed eyes.
The murderous intention in his heart slowly disappeared, and he raised his eyebrows: "What's the matter?"
She usually ignored him and said she didn't know him. Why did she block his way today?
Miao Ling stared at Dongfang Lintian and asked seriously: "Who did you fight against today?"
The aura emanating from his body was very familiar, and she didn't know if it was what she thought. She had to confirm it.
The scenes that happened today were the last thing Dongfang Lintian wanted to mention. His voice immediately turned cold: "I don't need to answer you."
Are you trying to make fun of him again? Or are you here to add insult to injury?
"It doesn't matter if you don't answer me." Miao Ling reached out and grabbed his hand, slowly closing her eyes and looking at the pictures.
Dongfang Lintian was not angry at her sudden move. Looking at those long white fingers grasping his big hand, the displeasure and irritability in his heart miraculously disappeared, and his heart slowly calmed down.
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Looking at the woman in front of her, her long eyelashes covered her eyelids, like two small brushes, thick and curled, very charming.
The corners of her lips slowly formed a slight arc. No matter why she did this suddenly, she just subconsciously followed her inner thoughts, lowered her head, and slowly moved her thin lips towards those pink lips.
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He wanted to kiss her, it was that simple!
Looking at the pictures replayed in her mind, Miao Ling felt overjoyed.
It's my sister! She is indeed my sister! She felt that the aura was not wrong. The woman in white she saw in the picture was really her sister!
She was going to tell Brother Feng!
His eyes suddenly opened, and there was a hint of joy in his tone: "You were beaten today, it was really..." You were beaten right!
Before she could finish the rest of her words, Miao Ling subconsciously punched the face in front of her to block it.
Dongfang Lintian didn't have any precautions at all. His thin lips were about to touch the pink lips. He didn't expect that Miao Ling would suddenly open his eyes and wake up, so he was caught off guard and was knocked away.