After listening to Pei Muran's words, Pei Muchen glanced at Pei Yansong, the meaning is obvious, the parties have refused, why do you agree?

Pei Yansong choked and frowned, a pair of thick black eyebrows almost connected.

"Marriage matters, the words of the parents' orders, the words of the matchmaker, you two brothers and sisters, who is worry-free?"

Pei Yansong suddenly spread the flames of war to him, and glanced at Zhong Yinian who was sitting beside him very dissatisfied.

Zhong Yinian's big eyes widened, and he turned his head to look at Pei Muchen.

Seeing that Pei Muchen was still so expressionless, the hands of the two were still tightly clasped together, and suddenly, she was not afraid of anything.

With Pei Muchen by his side, he will definitely protect her.

Today's scene doesn't necessarily have to bring her over.

Presumably, he did this because he also wanted to tell Pei Yansong that she Zhong Yinian was his Pei Muchen's wife.

This is what brought her here to correct her name.

Thinking of this, Zhong Yinian raised a smile on his face again, the sweet joy in his heart blossomed, and when he saw Bai Yingxin sitting not far away, his heart was also much more comfortable.

"Do you think you're in trouble with my marriage?"

In the Pei family, his power Pei Muchen has long been above him.

When Pei Yansong heard this, he immediately became angry.

"Is this the way you talk to your old man?!"

In the silent living room, only this roar was heard, and the butler came over at this time.

"Master, Ning Shuiyun is here."

In the Pei family, the most difficult person to call is Ning Shuiyun.

Hearing Ning Shuiyun's name, Pei Yansong's face loosened slightly, and his face soothed a lot.

As if he had thought of something, the corners of his mouth were even hooked into a smile, and the expression on his face was very happy.

He looked at the door worriedly, his heart surging, and for a moment it seemed like he had returned to decades ago, when he was still a stunned boy, and he was only obsessed with her.

Ning Shuiyun at that time could be described as a national goddess, and at that time, he was so proud to have her.

It seemed like a century had passed, and Ning Shuiyun finally appeared at the door.

She was wearing a floor-sweeping red dress, which set off the unevenness of her figure, and her skin was as smooth as silk.

That face that grows backwards is enviable, and under the light, it is also particularly breathtaking.

Ning Shuiyun, this myth that stands in the entertainment industry, as long as you take a closer look, you can understand the reason why she is standing.

"It's quite lively here today."

Ning Shuiyun walked over and glanced at Pei Yansong, who was standing there at a loss, and after a glance, he set his eyes on Pei Muran's body.

"If Mu Ran hadn't called me today, would you have married my daughter without me knowing?"

Ning Shuiyun turned his head to look at Pei Yansong, his eyes full of sarcasm.

"Water...... Water clouds. ”

Pei Yansong found her voice, and at this time, there was no TV screen between them, and she was standing in front of her.

She's still so beautiful, she can't tell her age at all.

On the contrary, he is old.

"You don't need to be so cordial, our relationship is far from as good as you think."

Ning Shuiyun interrupted him impatiently, turned around and sat down beside Pei Muran.

"I'm just here today to see who you're going to marry my daughter to."

Miao Shuifeng stood aside and finally couldn't bear it anymore, he didn't expect Ning Shuiyun to be so arrogant.

"What you said is wrong, Mu Ran is the daughter of our Pei family, and the Pei family naturally has the final say on marriage."