In the end, no one knew how the discussion came to an end, but Mu Zhengnan had married two wives on the same day.
Xuanyuan Yuzhu was three years younger than Yao Ling, and adding that he was properly maintained, the near hundred year old Xuanyuan Yuzhu looked like he was only around fifty years old. With her exquisite figure that had not been changed for many years, as well as her unchanging appearance, it caused Xuanyuan Yuzhu to always fight on a higher level in front of Yao Ling. Mu Zhengnan treated them as invisible people, no matter how much they argued, he would get used to it after a long time.
"Humph!" Yao Ling could not bear to see Xuanyuan Yuzhu like that, so he snorted.
In the end, he had provoked Xuanyuan Yuzhu at one go.
"Big sister, I don't care about the poor upbringing of people from small families. However, it's a bit over the top to vent this anger on a child that's not even six years old." Feiyan, come to grand grandma. " Xuanyuan Yuzhu was Mu Feiyan's teacher who taught him chess, calligraphy, and etiquette.
Mu Feiyan timidly glanced at Yao Ling and then glanced at Xuanyuan Yuzhu. He walked a few steps forward and then stopped in his tracks.
Diwu Lang felt pain in his heart seeing this. Although he still didn't quite understand this feeling, he would still follow it. Taking a few steps forward, he held onto Mu Feiyan's small hand, and looked straight at Mu Feiyan, who had received a slightly frightened gaze.
"When you grow up, I want to marry you as my wife. I wonder if you're willing to marry me?" Diwu Lang's voice was much gentler than usual, as if she was afraid of scaring the flower-like girl in front of her.
Mu Feiyan looked at the boy in front of him who was as tall as her, who was extremely beautiful, and his pitch-black eyes were filled with curiosity. Many years later, when Mu Feiyan recalled the scene back then, he still carried that bashful and happy smile on his face.
She said that when she saw the boy standing opposite her, she was so beautiful that she did not dare touch him. Her somewhat cold expression actually became much gentler when she was talking to her. No one had ever placed themselves in such a precious position like him. That warm heart of his suddenly became boiling hot. Perhaps that was fate in the legends.
"If, after we grow up, you have a girl you want to marry again, you must tell me honestly." With just that one sentence, the adults were covered in sweat, as Mu Feiyan began to speak.
"There's no 'if'. I, Diwu Lang can only marry one person, and that is Mu Feiyan." Diwu Lang happily pulled Mu Feiyan's hand and sat between the two brothers. The moment the four little fellows sat together, it instantly became lively.
The two adults, who were originally still in combat power, watched this scene quietly. For some reason, their expressions were a little dejected. Yao Ling left the living room alone and returned to the small villa in the rear mountain. Xuanyuan Yuzhu held Diwu Yue's hand, and chatted about family matters for a few years since their last meeting, as though these two people had endless things to say.
Mu Zhengnan sat at the side, looking at the scene before him. The smile on his dignified face once again appeared, as if he was a grandfather next door.
"I miss my phoenix." Diwu Kong looked at Little Mu Feiyan, who was chatting and laughing with second brother.
"We'll meet everyday soon after school starts anyway. Are you still in a hurry for these few days?" Diwu Chen joked, he had never known that his brother could not leave a girl.
After Diwu Chen finished, he walked out under the crowd's gaze. "I'll go stand outside for a while, the atmosphere in the room doesn't suit me."