"Who is eating young grass?" Wuyou's face darkened when Ning Mengyao said that. Thinking about his own age and Lan Ting's age, Wuyou suddenly felt very heartbroken.
Lan Ting originally felt embarrassed because she had a dispute with Ning Mengyao and the others before, but now that Ning Mengyao spoke for her again, she couldn't help but laugh secretly when she saw Wuyou's look.
"You're still laughing? You're a heartless girl." How could Wuyou not see Lan Ting's snickering, and couldn't help but gritted his teeth.
"I didn't." Lan Ting looked directly at Wuyou with her bright and smiling eyes. It was obvious that what she was thinking was not what she said.
"Look, even your wife thinks what I said is right." Ning Mengyao raised her eyebrows and looked at Wuyou, and said with a half-smile,
Wuyou choked for a moment, and finally decided not to continue talking to Ning Mengyao. Every time she didn't win when she talked to this woman, she always lost completely.
After laughing and making trouble. Ning Mengyao's expression became serious.
"Lanting, you may stand on the opposite side of your mother from now on, you..."
"She can treat me like this, and I have figured it out. Brother Wuyou and I will be a family from now on." Lan Ting looked at Ning Mengyao and said seriously.
This period of time made Lan Ting know what happiness is, and she is very happy now. Her family has forgiven her for her once unruly and willful family. She is not her father's biological daughter, but her father not only gave her a living, but also gave her a living. When she was about to get married, she even thought about preparing a dowry for her.
Such feelings made her feel warm in her heart, and she also felt that this was real happiness, and what her mother gave her was only superficial things, not even these, thinking of her actions over the years. She became domineering, and she even felt that she had something to do with Li Juanrong, but she didn't know why he did what he did to her.
Feeling that Lan Ting was a little depressed, Wuyou looked at her worriedly.
"Ting'er, are you okay?"
"Brother Wuyou, don't worry, I'm fine." Lan Ting smiled and shook her head, but her smile was almost like crying.
"Don't think so much. It was she who cut off the relationship between you. You are not to blame." Ning Mengyao felt helpless when she saw Lan Ting like this. There must be some knots in this person's heart.
Lan Ting nodded silently. She can understand this truth, but it is very difficult to do it. After all, she is the mother she has relied on for many years.
"Stop thinking about these things. What you have to do now is to think carefully about what your wedding dress will look like, whether you want to embroider it yourself or buy it, and prepare something for yourself after you use it. There are so many things you can do Where do you have time to think so much?" Ning Mengyao glanced at this thoughtful little girl angrily. She is not a big person, but she is very thoughtful. She needs a lot of things to get married.
Lan Ting was a little panicked when Ning Mengyao said that. She had to prepare a lot of things to get married. Although her beauty is not as good as other popular ladies, she is still pretty good.
She also needed to make Wuyou's clothes, and it seemed like she really didn't have time to think about that much.
"I know, but I hope I can make the wedding dress myself." Lan Ting said a little embarrassed.
"Okay, so no one will prepare wedding clothes for you." Ning Mengyao nodded, and then said: "Tomorrow we will go back to Xiaoyao Villa and prepare your wedding."
"Thank you, madam." Lan Ting looked at Ning Mengyao shyly, with embarrassment in her eyes.
The next morning, Ning Mengyao's family and Wuyou and others hurried back.
When they rushed back to Xiaoyao Villa, Li Juanrong was losing his temper with his slave.
"You are all a bunch of trash. You can't even find anyone. What's the point of raising you?" Li Juanrong looked at the people in front of her fiercely and said with anger in her eyes.
"Miss, have mercy on me." Several people hurriedly stood on the ground as if they were afraid that she would do something. After all, their young lady was not someone to be trifled with.