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Since he had already said so, Mu Yunhai and Mu Lingfeng had nothing else to say, while Mu Xiyan continued to cause a ruckus.

"Gu Mo City, how can I not be comparable to that slut?"

At first, she thought he would hate her if he found out about Mu Wenfang's dirty methods, but she didn't expect him to actually say that it was with his consent!

However, he elegantly stood up and walked towards the furious Mu Xi Yan's side, indistinctly leaning on her ear and whispering.

"Third Miss, getting married is one thing, but loving and loving is another, aren't you?"

Mu Xiyan immediately lost her temper, how could she not know the hidden meaning behind his words? Furthermore, with him indistinctly approaching her, her heart was beating wildly for him.

His frivolous appearance caused Lin Wencheng to walk away. It was not as if he didn't feel the pinch; it wasn't because he didn't feel sad.

If she married a good family and cared for her and loved her dearly, then the unwillingness in his heart would gradually fade with her happiness.

But now, that man was clearly going to marry her, yet he was still flirting with Mu Xiyan. How could he be willing to accept this?

How could he be sure that he would hand her over to another man just like that?

Looking at Lin Wen Cheng's furious back, Gu Mo Cheng slightly lowered his gaze and retracted the sharp ray of light in his eyes. The trivial bangs hit his forehead, making his already stern face even colder and more threatening.

When he raised his eyes again, his eyes were filled with calmness as he spoke to Mu Yunhai.

"Elder Mu, I still have some matters to attend to, so I'll be taking my leave first!"

A group of people escorted him out in a grandiose manner. A sapphire blue figure at the front of the villa attracted his attention. Outside the door, Lin Wen Cheng was currently standing still and watching.

As Mu Ran was thinking about the locust flowers on the tree, his slim body jumped up in a witty manner.

However, because she was too petite, she was unable to reach it after a few leaps. She couldn't help but slightly furrow her brows as she turned around to search for a tool to help her obtain the locust flower. Thus, she saw the group of people standing outside the door.

She was somewhat astonished, but recovered her composure soon after. She turned her head and continued to look at the snow-white locust flowers with sorrow in her eyes. She did not greet them, nor did she even exchange glances with them.

So fond of sophora flowers, every year when the sophora flowers opened, she would think of when she was young, her mother always gave her a sophora flower bun, fried sophora flower cake to eat, suddenly … She missed her mother so much …

In the slightly chilly April weather, she wore a dark blue sweater and torn denim shorts. She showed off her slender and tight legs in the air without any stinginess.

Her long hair that was originally draped over her shoulders had also been tied up today. It was tied up on top of her head and looked unruly. There was also a trace of playfulness and a dazzling color.

Women like Mu Lingfeng and Mu Xiyan are unable to control her elegant and refined temperament no matter what. Mu Lingfeng is too powerful, and Mu Xiyan is too alluring. Only the Fourth Miss has this kind of temperament between a girl and a woman.

Mu Yunhai was so angry that his face turned red. She was jumping around in a barbaric manner without any trace of a noble lady. Just as she was about to scold her, she saw the graceful man by her side smiling lightly as he walked towards her.

While Mu Yurou was looking at the sophora flowers with worry in her eyes, a pair of large hands reached out and folded the largest one easily before handing it to her. She suspiciously glanced at him and saw that he was smiling faintly.

"Thank you!"

"Is that enough?"

He looked at her smile, but it did not reach his eyes.

"I still want that piece!"

She laughed suddenly and pointed pointedly to a higher spot, then saw with satisfaction the flash of irritation in his eyes.

"How dare you!"

Father Mu's angry shout came from behind him.

"It doesn't matter, since my fiancée likes it, I'll pick it for her!"

Gu Mo Cheng lifted the suit jacket that was hanging on his arm and casually tossed it on her body. The smell of him assaulted her nose and she couldn't help but slightly blush.

He rolled up the sleeve of his shirt, and his long body leaped slightly. The bunch of sophora flowers she had wanted was firmly plucked off by him, and she stared at him in disbelief.

The violet color on his body dazzled her eyes. She had thought that only Lin Wen Cheng could control this color, but the man in front of her had a different kind of flavor.

If Lin Wen Cheng could be said to be as warm as jade while wearing this color, then this man gave him a completely different meaning to this color. He was as wild and unruly as the evil Satan, calm and graceful like a noble prince.

In his hand was a bunch of locust flowers. He bent slightly over in front of her, the tip of his nose almost touching hers.

"My little princess, are you satisfied?"

At that moment, she was standing there with her arms wrapped around his jacket, like a well-behaved, well-behaved wife. He lowered his head and whispered softly in her ear, in a voice that only the two of them could hear,

"You can be my bride!"