In a café called "loading", Ling Yu sat quietly in a corner, sipping coffee gently, his ears surrounded by melodious and soft music in the store, and his eyes fell on the snow-white Maserati president outside the store.

Little Lori is not there, the little guy experienced a lot last night, and the mood can be regarded as ups and downs, after all, the two-thousand-meter platform diving is not something that every child has the opportunity to experience, and he slept very sweetly, and he hasn't woken up yet.

As for why he's here......

There are two women in the front and passenger seats of Maserati, one of whom has a mature temperament, a peerless face as cold as snow, dark eyes flashing with wisdom and confidence, and an elegant white dress lining a slender and perfect figure.

The other has a flawless face, a little similar to the former, wearing denim hot pants and a slim shirt, her snow-white and firm thighs are exposed to the air, and she has a little more youthful air than the former, and her beautiful eyes have a little nervousness, but they seem to be expecting something.

These two are Song Moyun's sisters, and they are also the reason why Ling Yu is here.

They asked Ling Yu to meet here, saying that they wanted to discuss something about their grandfather.

Song Yunhai is kind to Ling Yu, and Ling Yu will naturally come.

At this time, two more people came down from the back seat of the car, a man and a woman.

The man was dressed in casual sportswear, with a toned and tall body, a handsome face, an extraordinary temperament between his eyebrows, sharp eyes and a confident smile on the corner of his mouth.

The woman wears a single ponytail, her appearance is a few points worse than that of the Song Moyun sisters, but her figure is speechless, and her convex and backward curves are reverie.

She is wearing a low-cut slim shirt, her chest is held high, extremely tight, her skin is fair and delicate, and her legs under the short black skirt are straight and round, comparable to a world-class supermodel!

She exudes an aura similar to that of a man, and her eyes are full of cold arrogance, especially when passers-by stop to watch, she always shows disdain and disdain.

"He's here, let's go. ”

Song Moyun spotted Ling Yu's figure through the glass window and walked over first.

Song Moxin hurriedly followed, her heart beating faster and faster.

The men and women in the back glanced at each other, and saw the curiosity in each other's eyes, how could the other party let the two Miss Song come to pick it up in person?

"Mr. Ling, I've been waiting for a long time. ”

Song Moyun was slightly blessed in front of Ling Yu, elegant and beautiful, neither humble nor arrogant.

Song Moxin stood beside her, blushing and heartbeat, and said hesitantly: "Okay, long time no see." ”

Ling Yu nodded lightly, which could be regarded as a response to the two.

Song Moyun wanted to introduce the men and women behind him, "These two are ......"

"Miss Song, I'll do it myself. The man interjected directly, his arrogant gaze fell on Ling Yu, with a condescending meaning, and said with a smile: "My name is Zeng Hui, and I am a disciple of the Sword God Valley. ”

"Zeng Jin'er. The woman glanced at Ling Yu, frowned, and said three words lightly.

The two of them were expressing their disappointment and dissatisfaction, disappointed in Ling Yu and dissatisfied with Song Moyun.

Their elder brother is the most talented person in the Sword God Valley, and he is the idol of all the younger generations in the Sword God Valley.

He had a good impression of Song Moyun and invited her to enter the island with him and the large army of the Sword God Valley, but he was very ruthlessly refused, on the grounds that he wanted to pick up a noble person in Blue Ocean City.

The senior brother respected her opinion and sent them to follow and protect her, thinking that he would be able to meet a hidden master. I didn't think about it, but what I saw was a young man about the same age as them, ordinary, and there seemed to be nothing extraordinary.

They think that their eyes are like torches, and there are not a few geniuses they have seen, especially when they often stay by the side of the senior brother, they are under the influence of that admirable talent, even if the other party deliberately hides it, they will be perceived.

However, Ling Yu gave them the feeling that he was plain and bland, and he was the same on the outside and on the inside, so he was not a hidden master.

To say that he is a little different from ordinary urban youth, that is, his temperament is a little unpredictable, but this does not affect their judgment and can be ignored.

Whether it was in terms of breath or appearance, this person was simply 108,000 miles away from their senior brother.

Song Moyun refused the invitation of the senior brother because of such a person.

Zeng Hui and Zeng Jin'er are not fools, they have already guessed a rough idea, this must be a disguise, Ling Yu is the excuse that Song Moyun used to avoid the senior brother.

There is no superior, there is just a nameless and humble pawn, and a slut who does not know what to do with it!

These ideas may seem like many and complex, but they happen in a flash.

Song Moyun had a keen perception, as if he realized something, and said: "Sword God Valley and the Song family are good friends, the two of them are brother and sister, and they are both excellent disciples of Sword God Valley, protecting our safety along the way. ”

seems to be praising the two, but in fact, they are warning the two that the Sword God Valley is friendly with the Song family, and their duty is only to protect them.

Of course, she wouldn't explain Ling Yu's strength to the two, she had eyes but no beads, who was to blame?

When the Zeng Hui brothers and sisters heard this, they didn't want to say anything more, but they just said as if unintentionally: "Compared with the senior brother, our talent is not worth mentioning at all." ”

Song Moyun's face was unwavering, and he said lightly: "After all, Zang Feng's son is the best young generation in the Sword God Valley. ”

"It's good to know. Zeng Jin'er snorted coldly.

Rao is Song Moxin, and she also heard that something was wrong, her eyebrows frowned slightly, and her feelings for the brother and sister became more and more bad.

Ling Yu was not interested in the intrigue between them, nor did he care about what Zeng Hui's brothers and sisters thought of him, he didn't pay attention to them from beginning to end, leaned comfortably on the seat, crossed Erlang's legs, leisurely sipped coffee, and said casually: "What is the matter about the old man?"

"Oh, grandpa's seventieth birthday!" Song Moxin cherished the opportunity to talk to Ling Yu, and replied with a smile, "We're going to ......"

"Are you mistaken about who you are?"

At this moment, Zeng Hui opened his mouth with a smile, interrupting their conversation, his seemingly bright smile revealed sharp disdain, and Ling Yu's casual and indifferent posture made him very unhappy.

"What do you mean?" Before Ling Yu could speak, Song Moxin spoke coldly.

"Isn't the meaning obvious?" Zeng Jin'er spoke for her brother, her cold voice full of pride, "When we talk, we sit, he stands!"

It's just a chess piece, and you really think of yourself as a nobleman?

As elite disciples of the Sword God Valley, they had an innate sense of superiority, Ling Yu was not qualified to talk to them on an equal footing at all, and such a superior posture was certainly not allowed!

"Nope. Song Moyun spoke slowly, her calm voice without waves, but with an undoubted majesty, "He sits, we stand." ”

(End of chapter)