Ming Yiqian was stunned, and the words he was about to say to persuade him got stuck in his throat. Yangguang smiled.
"Brother, how old are you? What's your name?" Although I knew it, I still had to ask.
"My name is Wen Heng, and I'm sixteen years old."
Wen Heng smiled softly, his voice was unusually pleasant.
If Ming Yiqian didn't have someone he liked, he would definitely blush.
If you don't know the gender, this guy will really torture you!
[well! ]
[In his previous life, Ming Yuanbo was a great scholar. He used his second brother's fate and stole Wen Heng's talent.]
[Poor little brother Wen Heng died at the age of twenty-nine.]
Mingxin sighed, feeling frustrated all her life.
It's clearly my own talent, how come it becomes someone else's?
"Wen Heng thanks Madam for saving his life." Wen Heng bowed.
He saw Mingxin who had been looking at him and smiled at her.
Ming Yiqian pulled Wen Heng onto another carriage, and the group returned to the mansion.
After arriving at the mansion, Wen Heng learned from Ming Yiqian's enthusiastic conversation that he had been rescued by a powerful person.
There is a hint of tension in my calm attitude.
"Don't be nervous, brother. My house is very nice. You'll know after you stay here for two days."
Ming Yiqian comforted Wen Heng after noticing that he was a little nervous.
An Li asked the servant to bring some ointment to remove the bruises, and then he arranged for the man to stay in the guest room.
As neighbors with Jiang Xingzhou, I believe we must have something in common.
Thinking that there was one more person in the mansion, and such a beautiful one at that, An Li smiled.
Holding Xinbao, I came to the study, where my husband was explaining things to his subordinates.
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