Son-in-law, your wife ran away again

"You said we were friends?" Mu Yan asked with a tone of voice.

Ling Shaoqing nodded hurriedly, and then said: "Yes, Xiaoyan, I want to be friends with you."

Wan Muyan narrowed her eyes, and moved a lot closer to him, her eyes were full of sternness.

"But do you know?" Mu Muyan's eyes made Ling Shaoqing dare not move.

If it weren't for the fight just now, he might still be able to raise his eyebrows and smile at her at this moment.

But when he recalled the man's suppression of his spiritual power just now, he couldn't laugh anymore.

"The premise of being friends with others is to respect each other."

Wan Muyan took back the golden needle she had pressed in front of him, stretched out her index finger, raised her hand, and said seriously.

The girl frowned slightly, a little serious, as if imitating the appearance of an adult preaching.

"Does your master like to say that about you?"

Ling Shaoqing subconsciously expressed her inner guess, and immediately raised her hand to cover her mouth.

He widened his eyes, and looked at Mu Yan innocently.

Wan Muyan rolled her eyes, as if she was really thinking.

"No matter what," the girl began to lecture Ling Shaoqing very seriously, "I don't like friends who break in through windows."

Ling Shaoqing realized in an instant, and quickly bowed her head to apologize.

"I'm so sorry! It's all my fault!"

Seeing that he finally bowed his head to admit his mistake, Wan Muyan sighed and raised her face.

"That's all, it's because my lord has a lot, so I'll forgive you!"

Seeing that the girl finally stopped being angry, Ling Shaoqing laughed.

He bent down and picked up the folding fan that had fallen from the ground.

Ling Shaoqing patted her precious folding fan with some distress, and then tied it around her waist.

"I came here to look for you rashly this time. I really offended you." Ling Shaoqing bowed his hands, then bent down, and apologized to her.

Wan Muyan nodded slightly, as if forgiving.

Ling Shaoqing straightened up.

He continued: "However, I came to you this time with sincerity. I really hope to make friends with you."

Saying that, Ling Shaoqing took out another small bamboo tube from his pocket, offered it with both hands, and handed it to the girl with a raised face in front of her.

"However, there is no evidence for words, but this is my sincerity, and it is for you."

Mu Yan heard the sound and looked sideways at the bamboo tube in her hand.

Her eyes were glued to the bamboo tube and she couldn't move it. She asked curiously, "What is this?"

Seeing her interest, Ling Shaoqing raised the corner of his mouth, opened the bamboo tube in his hand, and a set of exquisite sleeve arrows appeared in front of Wan Muyan.

She immediately turned around and looked at the sleeve arrow in his hand with bright eyes.

"This is made of black iron. The gear bayonet is very small, and you can put your gold needle and silver needle. I specially made it for you. I hope you can accept it."

Ling Shaoqing raised his hand and touched his neck.

Immediately, he stammered and continued: "Of course, if you don't want it, you can just throw it away."

After saying this, Ling Shaoqing grabbed Mu Muyan's hand and handed her the sleeve arrow in his hand.

Before Wan Muyan could react, the boy in black had already left.

The red headband seemed to be still fluttering at the door.

Mu Muyan stared blankly at the door, then lowered her head to look at the sleeve arrow in her hand.