Hearing Ye Qingluo's question, Feng Ling's delicate body trembled.
Her eyes were immediately glued to Di Moxuan's body, her eyes were flushed red, and her eyelashes wet with tears kept fluttering.
But after a while, Dou Da's tears flowed down the corners of his eyes.
With a desolate appearance, she was obviously begging Emperor Moxuan not to expose her in public.
The wind chime is very clear.
Under Ye Qingluo's conscious guidance, these students all developed extreme distrust of her.
If Di Moxuan denies that she is his fiancée.
It also means that the story she made up just now is indeed false.
It also means that, as Ye Qingluo said, she took advantage of everyone's sympathy and used everyone as a gun.
How righteous and indignant those students were for her just now.
After learning all the truth, how righteous indignation will be, accusing her of using and lying.
These students...
would have skinned her!
Just as Feng Ling imagined the consequences in her mind, her body couldn't stop shaking.
Di Moxuan didn't speak for a long time.
Her mood became more and more uneasy.
Finally, Fengling still couldn't hold back, and rushed towards Di Moxuan.
"Brother Mo Zun, answer them quickly! Didn't you promise grandma that you would do everything you can to protect Xiaoling?" Feng Ling stretched out his hand, trying to hug Di Moxuan's arm.
In the words, the word "grandma" was deliberately bitten very hard.
However, the progress and what Feng Ling thought in his mind were progressing in completely opposite directions.
Her hand hadn't touched Di Moxuan yet.
He was sideways avoided by Di Moxuan.
Feng Ling's hand was frozen in the air, and he looked at him incredulously.
There was no emotion on the face that made her crazy.
Those eyes that fascinated her were as cold as ice.
He stood there, his master's robe without any decoration, swaying in the wind, like an exile.
Little by little, the rose-colored thin lips drew out a curve that made her sink.
Feng Ling was so frightened that her delicate body trembled, and she almost cried out.
From the way Di Moxuan avoided her, Feng Ling had already guessed Di Moxuan's choice.
"She is not my fiancee." Di Moxuan's voice was calm, and his expression was as calm as water.
Like a needle pricking the words, word by word, pierced the eardrum of the wind chimes.
Her head was throbbing, and she could clearly hear in her chest, as if something was broken...
"Brother Mo Zun..." Fengling called Di Moxuan's name sadly, unable to believe that even though she moved out of her grandmother, the man she loved still ruthlessly exposed her.
From the corner of the wind chime, she glanced at the girl standing on the other side, looking at her provocatively.
His cheeks felt burning.
A sense of humiliation arises spontaneously.
Her elder brother, the person she respects the most is grandma.
But now, her elder brother is actually for one woman, another woman... even grandma doesn't care.
What's so good about nightfall
What's so good about Ye Qingluo
Why could her elder brother treat her like this for Ye Qingluo
The more Feng Ling thought about it, the more unbalanced her heart became.
The hatred for Ye Qingluo became more and more intense.
In the ear, a quiet and deep voice suddenly sounded.
The voice was so low that only the two of them could hear it.
"Xiaoling, don't use up the kindness your grandma has worked so hard to save for you."
"You know, the deity's patience is not good."
"She is my reverse scale."
Those three simple sentences seemed to stir up turbulent waves in Feng Ling's heart.
He... was warning her
I want to tell her.
If Ye Qingluo was hurt, even if it was grandma, he wouldn't give him any face