He likes playing basketball very much, but he can't afford a better pair of basketball shoes. It was Yi Xinrong who saved money and spent more than 10,000 yuan to buy him a pair of shoes after working two jobs in a row!

How old are those shoes now, but Nalange is reluctant to wear them. The money is just to buy out the past and the future!

"Hey, little girl, I think you are very unfamiliar. Are you from the Nalan family?! What is your relationship with Master Nalan?!"

A middle-aged man next to him asked with a smile on his face.

This man is also a member of the Murong family, but it can only be a collateral line, but even if it is a collateral line, it belongs to the Murong family, and it is still a well-known existence in the north.

Which aristocratic family has no collateral, but in the high-end scene, the status of this collateral is definitely not on the table, but for the families below, this is also the existence of flattery!

"I... I'm him..." Yi Xinrong hesitated with embarrassment, he couldn't say that he was his ex, could he? !

"I see! You are Master Nalan's younger sister, right?! Whether you should say it or not, this Nalan family's genes are good. It doesn't matter that he is handsome, but I didn't expect my younger sister to be so good-looking!"

Even if they are relatives and friends, they may be members of the collateral line of the Nalan family, and they are also collateral lines of the Murong family. If the direct line is married to the direct line, if the collateral is also married to the collateral, isn't it more relatives? !

"I have a young son, he should be about the same age as you, why don't you get to know him?!"

The middle-aged man said with an almost wicked smile on his face.

But Yi Xinrong quickly waved her hand: "No, no, I... have someone I like..."

"That's it...that's a pity..."

Inside the courtyard, the wedding is already ready.

You only need to wait for the time to come, and then you can formally invite the two newcomers to enter the arena.

In the room on the second floor of Murong's villa.

A large group of people were formally doing hair and makeup for Murong Wan'er. Just braiding her hair required six people to take care of it.

After Narange visited the old man, the rest was for the two elders to talk.

He pushed open the door of this room and walked in. When the rest of the group saw Nalange, they all turned around and smiled respectfully, "Master Nalan!"

"Get out!"

"yes!"

A group of people left the room one after another, leaving only Nalange and Murong Wan'er in the room.

Neither of them spoke much, and the atmosphere was slightly awkward.

Murong Wan'er was very casual, after all, it was her own room, fiddling with her hair in front of the mirror.

"Hehe, it seems that you are quite willing to marry me!"

Nalange leaned back on the dresser and sneered, "How cheap!"

"I think you may be mistaken!"

Murong Wan'er stopped what she was doing and smiled faintly: "Today is my wedding day, whether I like you or not, I am willing to dress myself up a bit, after all I am good-looking, why don't I let people dress me up? ! Or, are you afraid that I will dress up too well and steal someone's limelight?!"

Her words instantly made Nalange wonder if the woman knew that Yi Xinrong was in the yard.

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