It's just that Murong Xizhao disappeared unexpectedly. The most important thing is that Murong Qingyan is a waste, how can she be worthy of Ye'er!
As for Murong Qingxue, he was not very satisfied. Although Murong Qingxue's abilities were very good, he had already reached the late stage of foundation building at a young age. But this origin has always been a thorn in his heart.
However, Ye'er liked it, so there was nothing he could do. In addition, this Murong Qingxue was also highly regarded in the Murong family. That's why he came up with this idea.
Murong Qingxue, who had been standing beside Murong Xiong, heard Nangong Tingli's suggestion, but no matter how calm she was, a blush appeared on her face. She raised her head cautiously, and glanced at Nangong Ye secretly, which happened to meet Nangong Ye's eyes. She immediately looked away again, pretending that nothing had happened.
"This—" Murong Xiong moved, and was also very tempted by this suggestion.
Just when the two were about to continue their detailed conversation, a crisp voice broke the silence in the living room.
"It seems that grandfather and Nangong Patriarch are planning to make a decision! But before making a decision, do you want to ask me, the client, too?"
With the sound of the voice, a slender figure appeared in the hall.
The woman's star-shaped eyes are moving, her eyebrows are like willows, and her facial features are delicate. It's a pity that on the fair skin, there is a large purple-black birthmark, which abruptly destroys the overall beauty and creates a strange feeling.
The person who came was Murong Qingyan, she raised her head and walked in steadily.
"Murong Qingyan, what do you mean by etiquette?" Seeing Murong Qingyan walking in directly, Murong Xiong's eyes were full of disgust, "Who told you that you can break in at will?"
"Lord Patriarch, you should have someone call me here!" Facing Murong Xiong's anger, there was no trace of cowardice on Murong's face, and she walked in gracefully.
For Murong Xiong, she really couldn't name the word grandfather. Moreover, she did not think that Murong Xiong really regarded her as a granddaughter.
Facing Murong Qingyan's rudeness, Murong Xiong was even more annoyed, "Murong Qingyan, do you know who you are talking to? Who gave you the courage to talk to me like this?"
"Haha." A sneer flashed in Murong's face, and he continued, "Master, you called me over today, probably just to discuss my upbringing here!"
"You—" Murong Xiong's eyes were full of anger, if it weren't for the fact that Nangong Tingli and his son were still here, he would definitely have taught Murong Qingyan a lesson.
"You're the one who's leaning on the face, right?" At this moment, Nangong Tingli spoke, with a kind smile on his face, and a trace of apology when he looked at Murong's face, "In the blink of an eye, You are so old."
"Patriarch Nangong." Murong nodded with a smile, "Patriarch Nangong came to the door today and specially called me here. It seems that this time, it should have something to do with me!"
Even if Nangong Tingli looked like an ordinary kind elder, Murong Qingyan would never take it lightly. She would never underestimate an old fox like Nangong Tingli. I was still discussing the matter of marriage and replacement just now, and now I look like a good elder, which is really uncomfortable to watch.