Chapter 917 I Agree to This Marriage (9)

Nan Xian stared at Mu Ling with indifferent eyes, as if he was planning something in his heart.

Let him have diarrhea for a month?

No, it’s too light!

How about...poisoning? Intestinal piercing and rotten stomach?

No, he made a mistake with his mouth.

So...make him mute? Can't you be cruel to Qing'er anymore?

Still too light.

Well, let him... have a poisonous sore on his mouth?

This is doable.

With a snap, Gu Yiyi had already picked up the tea cup and smashed it towards Mu Ling.

Mu Ling felt the identity in his ear, turned to one side and hid.

Seeing his daughter's actions, Gu Shi was still drinking tea quietly with a smile on his face and did not stop her.

"Master, Miss Gu, what does this mean?"

Gu Shi had a smile on his face: "I'm sorry, my daughter is born to like breaking things. She just saw you unhappy and couldn't hold it back. Young Master Mu, Yiyi is still a child, shouldn't you want to be with her? A child cares?"

Mu Ling's expression changed with anger. Naturally, he couldn't argue with Gu Yiyi and turned his head to Feng Ruqing again.

"Nanxian is my son, I——"

Snapped!

Another cup was thrown at me.

Mu Ling dodged it, but the cup accidentally hit Chen Qingyan's body, causing her to shed tears in pain.

"Miss Gu——"

"Dad!" Gu Yiyi turned around and said aggrievedly, "He yelled at me."

Gu Shi's hand suddenly exerted force and crushed the teacup in his hand. The smile on his face disappeared and he looked up expressionlessly: "What's the matter with Young Master Mu?"

Mu Ling's face froze.

This is a ruthless man who killed the previous head of the palace when he came to power after a disagreement.

He can't afford it.

Gu Shi suppressed the anger in his heart and turned to look at Feng Ruqing: "Nan Xian, he is me..."

Perhaps it was because what happened just now still left him with a psychological shadow. Just after saying a few words, he hurriedly turned to look at Gu Yiyi.

Seeing Gu Yiyi eating fruit seriously, he felt relieved and continued.

"Nan Xian is my son. I don't agree with your entry. It's impossible for you to enter! What's more, you encouraged Su Yi!"

Nan Xian looked at Mu Ling calmly, then turned to Feng Ruqing: "Can I speak?"

This tone, cautious, was completely incompatible with his cold aura.

"Oh, what do you want to say?" The moment Feng Ruqing turned her head, all her arrogance disappeared, and she smiled sweetly.

"I'm not from the Mu family——"

Nan Xian's simple words made everyone present change their expressions.

He said he... wasn't from the Mu family?

Wasn't Nan Xian extremely filial to Mu Ling? Why would he say such things in public?

"Brother Ling," Chen Qingyan saw that Mu Ling wanted to get angry again. She held back the tears of pain and forced a smile, "Forget it, don't make the old man's birthday unhappy. Miss Feng wants to stay. Next, she can just stay, and no matter what happens, we can wait until the old man’s birthday to solve it, how about that?”

Mu Ling took a deep breath. He clenched his fists tightly and his eyes were dark.

This woman is really capable of instigating Su Yi and seducing Nan Xian! If Qingyan hadn't spoken for her this time, he wouldn't have let him go so easily!

"Nan Xian," Feng Ruqing noticed the man beside her quietly raising his hand, and hurriedly grasped his fist with a smile, "When the birthday is over, you can tie him up at the city gate and beat him. It's okay. Don't Forget the other reasons we came today.”

Only then did Nan Xian's hand fall.

He was as cold as a fairy or a god.

Mu Ling had no idea that he had saved his life just now without realizing it, and he still looked at Feng Ruqing with his sharp eyes.