When Bei Chenying heard this, he was happy. He looked at Mo Yunqing with a smile: "You girl is so weird. What qualifications do you have to question Nangong? Who are you?"
Mo Yunqing smiled coldly, raised her neck, glanced around arrogantly, and finally glared at Bei Chenying: "Brother Nangong will be my future husband, do you think I can't care about it?"
As soon as these words came out, there was silence all around.
Su Luo felt as if she had stepped on dog poop. She bumped Nangong Liuyun's arm and asked in a low voice, "Is it true?"
Su Luo would ask this, which meant that she didn't believe it and that she was seeing a joke.
Nangong Liuyun stared at Su Luo silently: "Do you think it's possible?"
Su Luo nodded silently: "It's about the reputation of the girl's family, she shouldn't lie."
Nangong Liuyun suddenly felt dizzy: "Do you think I lied?"
"No." Su Luo explained slowly, "You have forgotten that you also have a father who likes to cause trouble."
Nangong Liuyun: "..."
"No way? You mean..." Beichen Ying heard their conversation clearly, and he found it too unbelievable.
"Your old emperor isn't so confused, is he?" There were three black lines on Zi Yan's forehead.
Dare you arrange a betrothal for him without asking the third senior brother's opinion? Did the old emperor take the wrong medicine, or swallowed the courage of his ambition? He really is not afraid of death.
Su Luo patted Nangong Liuyun's strong chest and said with a smile: "Look, such a good man is naturally waiting for a price, and he finally sold it for a good price."
Everyone had black lines on their heads, and Nangong Liuyun's hands on his side were clenched into fists, making a crackling sound of bones hitting each other.
The four of them muttered and gathered in a circle, chatting among themselves, excluding Mo Yunqing.
Mo Yunqing heard but couldn't hear, squeezed but couldn't squeeze in, and immediately became angry: "What are you discussing? Humph! Brother Nangong will be my future husband, and no one can change this!"
Su Luo looked at Mo Yunqing with her neck tilted speechlessly.
Just now, Su Luo felt guilty for bumping her neck for no reason, but now Su Luo is feeling depressed. Why didn't she hit this girl Mo Yunqing more seriously? He dared to snatch Nangong from her without even asking her who Su Luo was.
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Nangong Liuyun's thin lips curved into a mocking smile: "Mo Yunqing, you are quite interesting."
"Brother Nangong!" When she saw Nangong Liuyun paying attention to her, Mo Yunqing was filled with joy and jumped up in joy. However, because the movement was too big, her neck was involved, and tears rolled in her eyes for a moment in pain, "Humph!
I must find that dead woman in mink fur and cut her into pieces!"
"Why?" Nangong Liuyun said with a half-smile, and glanced at Su Luo calmly from the corner of his eye.
"Because it was that damn woman in mink who sat on my neck crookedly!" Mo Yunqing glared angrily.
She didn't remember the other person's height and appearance, but she could see clearly that the other person was wearing a mink fur. This mink fur was a fine Snowy Cloud mink fur, and the price was ridiculously high. Those who could wear it were either rich or expensive. But that's it.
What? In terms of wealth, who is more noble than her, the third young lady of the Mo family?
Dead woman in mink?
Bei Chenying and others all glanced at Su Luo silently. Although they had expected it, but Mo Yunqing confirmed it personally, everyone still found it incredible.
"Hey, what's your expression? Have you seen that dead woman in mink fur?" Mo Yunqing saw the difference in their expressions and exclaimed in surprise.