Leng Qianjun's disgust for Mo Nilin has reached its peak at this moment. He is not thinking about whether to explain to Ye Feifei, but how to get rid of this kind of woman.
Seeing Leng Qianjun's disgust for Mo Nilin, Ye Feifei tilted her head, hugged Xiao Ling's arm, and smiled evilly, "Ah? Are you Mrs. Leng?"
Mo Nilin ignored Leng Qianjun's dislike of her and said shyly: "Yes, the wedding will be held soon."
"Pfft...is that so? Why is what I know a little different from you?" Ye Feifei's eyes were filled with starlight, as if she wanted to share gossip with everyone.
A witty girl like Leng Sisi, when she heard what Ye Feifei said, of course she immediately cooperated, "Sister Feifei, what do you know?"
Ye Feifei blinked at Leng Sisi, pursed her lips, and said with a smile: "Sisi, don't you also know? Your brother has been dating a baby since he was a child. He has always liked that girl."
When Leng Sisi heard this, she suddenly realized, "Yes, yes, how could I forget this? My brother has a little childhood sweetheart. Oh, brother, aren't you such a scumbag!"
"Yes, Leng Qianjun, I didn't expect you to be a scumbag. You have a fiancée, and you still let someone else be Mrs. Leng. Are you worthy of your little green plum?" Ye Feifei's face was filled with indignation.
Leng Qianjun was a little confused, but after thinking about it carefully, he understood what Ye Feifei and her sister meant, and immediately started to explain, "Listen to me, I have nothing to do with Miss Mo. I... I only like my fiancée."
"Ah? Do you really have a fiancée?" Mo Nilin's face froze.
She has always had a crush on Leng Qianjun, and she finally got involved during the Chinese New Year. Why did she hear rumors about a fiancée again? Why didn't anyone tell her about it before?
"Mo Nilin, don't you know? Everyone in my Leng family actually knows it. The girl my brother likes is very beautiful, charming and pure, so perfect that I simply don't want it! Don't dream of being Mrs. Leng.
, you can't compare to her!" Leng Sisi said and raised an eyebrow at Ye Feifei.
Ye Feifei smiled and said nothing, looking at Mo Nilin quietly.
Monilin's face changed greatly, but she was a dog-skin plaster who never gave up. She clenched her fists, stamped her feet on the ground, and said coquettishly: "Leng Qianjun, didn't they say you were single? Where are you?
Here comes my fiancée!”
Leng Qianjun didn't answer. He didn't want to say a word to Mo Nilin now.
If it weren't for the fact that Mo Nilin was the daughter of Mayor Yushi, he would never have met her, let alone let her talk nonsense in front of Ye Feifei.
Fortunately, Ye Feifei didn't believe her, otherwise he would have had a headache trying to explain to Ye Feifei without leaving any trace.
But thick skin is an attribute, especially for patients with princess disease like Mo Nilin, who has been supported since childhood. She thought, so what if Leng Qianjun has a fiancée. His father can hold Leng Qianjun in his hand now.
As for Qianjun's project. If his father doesn't nod and sign, Leng Qianjun won't be able to continue working in Yushi.
With such a relationship, Leng Qianjun wants to marry someone else? Impossible!
"It doesn't matter. It doesn't matter if you have a fiancée, brother Qianjun. I don't mind. I'm willing to wait for you to break up with her." Mo Nilin had a gloomy look in her eyes and poked Leng Qianjun's arm like a
Just like a simple little girl.
Leng Sisi didn't catch her breath and looked at Ye Feifei in surprise.
Oh my God, people want face and trees want skin. Where did Mo Nilin’s face go? It’s impossible to enter the Leng family in the next life!