The Transmigrated Farming Girl

Oriental night Xuan light nods, hope wench can like this gift that he sends.

But as soon as he thought that the old man had made an engagement with the Shen family in private, his anger would burst out.

Clenched fist, for the safety of the girl, he must endure!

"Back to the night court!"

"Yes Chang'an and chang'fu share the same voice.

Back to the villa, the first thing is to change clothes. He doesn't like the smell of rouge powder and has a slight habit of cleanliness!

In the villa hall.

"Has yexuan come back yet?" Dongfang Mingcheng sits on the top and looks at the housekeeper standing on one side.

"Back to the master, the young master has just come back, and has already gone back to the night yard!"

Dongfang Mingcheng takes a look at Song lanyue sitting next to him and knocks her fingers on the table.

"Go and call him. I have something to ask him!"

"Yes! Master The housekeeper went out of the hall to the nightyard.

"Master, do you really want to get engaged with Shen Fu?"

Although Shen Miaoling was a good-looking young lady with a good temper, the problem was that she had a good family background.

Her father is the Minister of punishment, her grandfather is the Minister of rites!

This relationship is tough enough. You know, although they are rich, they have no power.

To marry such a daughter-in-law is to have money and power.

It's just a pity that the object of marriage is not her son, but the son of that bitch.

"Well, although Miao Ling has been pampered, he is a member of his own family. It doesn't hurt to spoil him."

If we can use this marriage to connect the two families together again, the wealth of the Dongfang family will go up to a higher level.

Song lanyue pulls her handkerchief tightly and looks at the Oriental city like water.

"Master, Yeliang hasn't married yet! Do you also need to find out and contact... "

Dongfang Mingcheng grabs song lanyue's hand on the table and pats it gently.

"Don't worry, I've always remembered Yeliang's business, I haven't forgotten it!"

Song lanyue's heart moved, "then you have to find a good one. It can't be compared with yexuan Shen's, and it can't be too bad!"

Dongfang Mingcheng said, "well, it's all my sons. I won't favor one over the other.

If you have time, you should pay more attention to one or two. If you have the right one, just give it to me! "

Song lanyue's eyes flow, "en!"

"Daddada..." footsteps came from outside.

Dongfang Mingcheng's ears moved and saw the Dongfang yexuan coming.

Looking at the past youth, into today's Pianpian young, heart through a trace of comfort.

"You're looking for me!"

Pure narration, no emotion, no ups and downs.

"When are you going to change? After all these years, can't you forgive me?"

Dongfang Mingcheng asked in a deep voice.

Oriental night Xuan turns around directly, don't want to dispute on these meaningless things.

"Stop!"

Dongfang yexuan stopped and didn't look back. "If you call me, just want to repent with me, please go to the ancestral temple, where my mother's memorial tablet is waiting for you!"

The tone is cold and hard, or it can be said that it is a narration that doesn't care at all.

"You Dongfang Mingcheng is angry and looks at his back.

Helpless call way: "good, I don't mention, you sit down, I have something to ask you!"

Dongfang yexuan turns back and sneers, "are you old enough to have a bad memory? I said, let me see her again..."

He clenched his right hand at his waist, and song lanyue suddenly fell in front of him.

The whole chair was broken into pieces, making "bang" and "bang".

A sound from the broken chair, a sound from Song lanyue falling down in confusion, buttocks hitting the ground.