Strong favor of wealthy family: rumored husband owes training

The old man Lan's face turned pale in an instant, he looked at Wen Wan dumbfounded, and asked with a trembling voice: "The Wen family in Nanjin City? Who are you from Wen Xiong?"

Wen Wan slightly frowned, this old man Lan is very strange, why is he so interested in her?

My heart is full of doubts, but I still want to answer with a smile on my face: "I am the eldest grandson of grandpa."

"..." Lan Fenghao was shocked, his mouth half-opened, speechless.

Wen Wan felt strange, so she couldn't help asking: "Do you know my grandpa?"

"I...well." He hesitated to speak, really wanted to say something, but he didn't say anything, and swallowed it back into his stomach.

"So it's my grandfather's old acquaintance, I'm being rude." She smiled at him gently and politely.

"Grandpa, my second brother just won't come down!" Murong Feifei, the fourth child of the Murong family, ran down from the second floor and complained angrily, "I've been begging him for a long time, saying that today is your birthday, grandpa, and my brothers are all here." He is the only one who is lazy when entertaining guests, but he doesn't even pay attention to me!"

Mentioning the second child of the Murong family, Murong Zihao, everyone's expressions changed, and they looked at Shen Moling intentionally or unintentionally, but he turned his head and whispered to Wen Wan as if he didn't hear anything.

"Hate it!" Wen Wan listened to what he said was too boring, and wanted to go home early to have sex with you, and glared at him with a flushed face, but she didn't dare to speak out.

Old Man Murong glanced at Shen Moling coldly, with a hint of misery flashing in his eyes, he quickly regained his composure and turned to his granddaughter, "Your second brother is inconvenient to move, let him go."

He had known for a long time that Murong Zihao would not go downstairs. Back then, the second child of Murong's family was also a very popular noble son. He was the dream lover of how many famous ladies rushed to curry favor with him?

Unexpectedly, he raced with Shen Moling on the spur of the moment, and had an accident that caused him to suffer from leg problems for the rest of his life. A good prince suddenly ended up being ignored by no one, which is really embarrassing.

Murong Feifei is wearing a white lace princess skirt with foundation, and her curly hair is tied into a ponytail, which is very playful and cute, especially those big watery eyes that move like Barbie dolls, until they are fixed on someone's face, and they flicker instantly .

"Brother Ling, you are here!" She ran over enthusiastically and cheerfully, her face was full of admiration, and she did not hide it.

Shen Moling hurriedly took a look at Wen Wan, stood up and stopped Murong Feifei before she jumped on him, and introduced in a cold voice: "Miss Si, this is my wife."

Murong Feifei stopped in place in a daze, looked up and down at the noble and elegant gentleness sitting on the chair, her eyes were instantly filled with jealousy, especially when she saw the woman sitting there was beautiful, exquisite and impeccable , her face almost deformed in anger.

"Brother Ling, is she the Wen Wan that the news said?" She questioned.

"Hello Fourth Miss." Before Shen Moling could reply, Wen Wan got up and took his arm, and smiled warmly at Murong Feifei, but her eyes turned to ice.

Another rotten peach blossom!

"Hello." Murong Feifei pursed her cherry mouth, and said something perfunctory dissatisfied, and then looked at Shen Moling, "Brother Ling, don't you go upstairs to see my second brother? Shall I take you there?"

She said that she was going to pull his arm, trying to snatch him away from Wen Wan.

Unexpectedly, just after Shen Moling said "no", Wen Wan once again grabbed the conversation: "I'm sorry, my husband is not free."