An Tingyu rolled her eyes. "Am I crazy? Do I like women of the same level as the uncle's father?"

like?

Prince Wu?

What kind of joke is this?

I heard that Prince Wu had a daughter in his old age, and Princess Wuxuan seems to be older than her. Then can her father be young?

"That's hard to say. Isn't there a saying that goes, 'Everyone has their own preferences. Maybe you just have a strong taste.'"

"Say that again!" An Tingyu glared at him.

Jing Aotian laughed and said quickly: "I'm just kidding, don't take it seriously!"

"You can't even joke about it. If you dare to make such a low-level joke again, I'll make you sleep on the floor."

"Yes, yes, I won't dare to do it again!" Jing Aotian curled his lips and said helplessly and dotingly. In fact, he was not jealous this time. He really was just joking.

"Brother, you look so cowardly. Don't tell me that I know you anymore." Jing Qingwu shook her head and said with a look of contempt.

"Qingwu, your brother is called a wife slave." Liu Yunsheng also teased, sighing in his heart.

This friend and boss of his would become an idiot whenever he stood in front of An Tingyu, completely different from his usual self. I really don't know why a person could change so much. Think about it, before Jing Aotian was with An Tingyu, how cold and arrogant was he?

But what about now?

As soon as An Tingyu appears, Jing Aotian will definitely become a coward. If An Tingyu says east, Jing Aotian will definitely not go west.

"Why are you all standing at the door?" At this time, Grandpa An and An Donglin also came with little Yunxi, but as soon as they arrived at the door, they saw that they were all gathered outside.

"We are waiting for you!" said An Tingyu.

"He's right at the door. Do you still want to wait? By the way, has your grandpa come?" At the end of his words, Grandpa An looked around, but did not see any familiar figure.

An Tingyu shook her head. "Not yet! Why don't you go in first? I'll wait here."

Mr. An glanced at the street again, then said with a bit of disappointment, "Okay then! Let's go in first."

After he finished speaking, Mr. An, An Donglin and others went in, leaving only An Tingyu and Jing Aotian.

"Maybe they won't come!" Jing Aotian said lightly.

An Tingyu lowered her eyes, a trace of sadness flashed across them, "I know that grandpa has always been somewhat resistant to grandpa, so it's not surprising that he won't come, but let's wait a little longer! Even if grandpa doesn't come, Fu Mo should come."

Sure enough, everything was just as An Tingyu had expected. Fu Zhonghan was absent due to illness, but Fu Mo came after they had waited for half an hour.

Over here, knowing that only Fu Mo had arrived, Old Man An sighed, "This old man is still angry."

Hearing this, An Tingyu looked at Grandpa An thoughtfully, but didn't say anything. She just asked everyone to take their seats and then started the family dinner.

After dinner, they chatted for a while, and Fu Mo left on the pretext that Fu Zhonghan was still home alone and not feeling well. However, his departure also took one person with him, that is, An Tingyu.

Hearing that Fu Zhonghan's identity was not suitable, whether it was true or false, she, as his grandson, should go and see him, so she followed Fu Mo back.

"Actually, you don't have to go back with me. Besides, you're not stupid. You should have guessed that father just found an excuse to be absent." In the carriage, Fu Mo leaned lazily on the cushion, his deep eyes staring at her with a smile.

"I know, but he is my grandfather after all. Whether it's real or fake, I should go see him." An Tingyu avoided his presumptuous gaze, turned her head away, and looked outside the carriage curtain.

Fu Mo raised his lips and eyebrows with a half-smile, his eyes flashing with a suspicious smile, "According to what you said, can I often use this excuse to ask you to come to Fu Mansion in the future?"

An Tingyu turned around and looked at him again, "Tricked me into coming to Fu's house? Do you have such a need?"

"Yes! Ever since I kissed you last time, I've been thinking about that kiss, so do you think I need it?"

An Tingyu frowned slightly, "When did you become a rogue?"

Fu Mo ignored An Tingyu's words and said calmly: "How about this? If you marry me, I will be responsible for persuading my father to move next door to the An Mansion. Didn't you also buy the house next door to the An Mansion? If the two mansions are connected, we will be one family."

An Tingyu raised her eyebrows lazily and smiled coldly, "What are you calculating? Even if I don't marry you, we are still a family. Isn't this just nonsense?"

She didn't believe that Fu Mo really liked her. Even if he did, he only liked her face. Because she had a face very similar to Fu Yinchun's, it was more likely that he regarded her as a substitute for Fu Yinchun than liking her.

"Why is it nonsense? This family is different from that family, and how do you know I'm scheming? Is it so hard to believe that I have the idea of ​​marrying you?"

An Tingyu said without hesitation: "It is even more difficult to believe than walking through a mountain of swords and a sea of ​​fire. If you say you are possessed by a ghost, I might still believe it."

In the last sentence, An Tingyu was obviously mocking Fu Mo for saying such words because he was possessed by a ghost.

If he wasn't possessed by a ghost, how could he say such ridiculous things?

Hearing this, Fu Mo laughed instead of getting angry, "Possessed by a ghost, if I were possessed by a ghost, I would pounce on you right now."

An Tingyu raised her eyebrows lazily, her voice gentle, but her words were icy cold. "Want to try? But I have to warn you, I'm a person who never knows how to control my strength. If I accidentally break a hand or a foot, or if I cut off your little son's hair in a fit of rage, then please forgive me!"

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