Strong favor of wealthy family: rumored husband owes training

"Master Murong, Mo Ling personally came to congratulate you on your birthday, and I hope you will be as blessed as Donghai and Shoubi Nanshan." Shen Moling congratulated with a smile narrowed in his cold eyes.

When the congratulatory people around Murong Tianyou heard Shen Moling's voice, they immediately stepped aside very consciously to make room for him.

Murong Tianyou is the head of the Murong family. He is now eighty years old, but he doesn't look old. He still looked at Shen Moling with vigorous eyebrows and a smile, his thick lips parted slightly: "Is Mo Ling here? Sit down."

Shen Moling laughed when he heard the words, and instead of sitting down, he pulled Wen Wan to invite her to the carved dragon chair made of sandalwood.

"Lao Lan, Bai Lao, and Hao Lao are all here? It seems that the younger generation came late." Shen Moling smiled and stood beside Wen Wan.

Seeing this, Ji Xiao immediately moved the stool over and asked him to sit down, then stood upright behind them like a pine tree with his hands behind his back, waiting for orders.

The elders of the four major families sat together, and Shen Moling, as the head of the Shen family, could naturally also sit, and he was still the leader.

It's just that Wen Wan's identity is embarrassing. She has always obtained a marriage certificate, but the wedding has not yet been held, and the ceremony of taking over as the mistress of the family has not yet been held. Why should she sit with the heads of the four major families?

Murong Tianyou gave a gentle look, and said meaningfully: "Mo Ling, it's boring to talk about things between us, why don't you let Zixin take her for a stroll?"

The corners of Shen Moling's mouth raised, and holding Wen Wan's hand, he said to Murong Tianyou: "It's okay, Wanwan must be by my side so that I can sit still."

"Really? He is just like your grandfather, he is a good husband." Murong Tianyou said with a smile, then bowed his head to sip tea.

Wen Wan pursed the corners of her mouth unnaturally, feeling uncomfortable, she raised her head unintentionally and met the eyes of Lan Fenghao, the old man of the Lan family.

I saw old man blue's thick brows frowning slightly, his sunken eyes staring hard, his face full of disbelief, staring at Wen Wan without hesitation.

She was a little embarrassed, so she could only smile perfunctorily as a greeting, then lowered her head again, staring at her black high-heeled shoes.

Shen Moling paid attention to the small details of Lan Fenghao and Wen Wan from the corner of her eye, but her main thoughts were still on the conversations of the other elders from aristocratic families.

Wen Wan lowered her head for a long time before she dared to look up. Unexpectedly, Mr. Lan was still staring at her, Wen Wan was a little panicked this time.

Could it be that this old man is narrow-minded, because of Lan Mo's matter, he has made enemies with her?Then it wouldn't be possible to just stare at her so viciously in front of so many people, right?

Murong Tianyou saw something was wrong, and asked, "Old Lan, you're staring at Mo Ling's daughter-in-law so much, if you don't know it, you might think you're trying to steal her daughter-in-law."

The people around couldn't help laughing out loud when they heard it, and Lan Fenghao also came back to his senses, knowing that he was rude, and quickly apologized.

"It's nothing, it's just that it looks familiar, so I looked at it a few more times." He smiled awkwardly and suddenly asked in a serious tone, "Girl, where are you from? What's your name?"

"Eh?" Wen Wan was taken aback, why did she still care about her?He couldn't help answering with a smile, "I'm from Nanjin, and my name is Wen Wan."

Her smile is like a spring breeze, her tone is soft and shy, and she is generous and decent in answering questions, without any faults. Only the three words of Nanjin people let people know that she is from the place, not from A native of Kyoto.