Peerless Concubine: Ghost King, this palace wants to rob

Chapter 906

"Why don't you come back?"

At the entrance of the villa, a Rolls Royce was parked on the opposite side of the road. The man in the car was very young, and his tone of voice was a bit cold when he called.

"Running, my good brother, wait for my sister for a while!" The woman's voice on the phone was very pleasant, like a royal sister.

The young man's brows were full of helplessness, his eyes were extremely deep, the collar of his shirt was slightly opened, revealing his strong collarbone, and his expression was very lazy, just like a lazy and noble cat.

Seeing the lights on in the rearview mirror, he put on his seat belt and got out of the car. He is 1.8 meters tall, with a slender body, a strong figure, and a deep and noble temperament.

"Huh! Whoops!"

Her wavy hair was draped behind her neck, and a tight red dress wrapped her bumpy figure. She trotted to the young man's side in her high heels, and rushed towards him.

"My sister's good brother is getting more and more handsome!"

This woman is Murong Wanshi, and the man in front of her is Murong Moting.

Mo Ting picked up the elder sister with one hand and put it aside, and said coldly: "You are always late for my mother's birthday every year."

22 years have passed, and Wanshi is also 28, but she is not married yet.

"Didn't you say you brought back a son-in-law for your mother last year?"

Mo Ting leaned on the front of the car, took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it, his slender fingers were completely used for playing the piano, when the lighter was lit, blue flames shot up, misty and rainy.

"Where is the son-in-law?" He exhaled smoke and smiled.

As soon as this was mentioned, Wanshi's face turned dark, "I warn you, if you dare to mention this, be careful, sister, I will go to your company and see if your Yingyingyanyan dare to come over!"

Mo Ting straightened up and grabbed her wrist and walked towards the villa, "You have the skill to deal with me, so you should think about how to deal with your good father."

"Ding-dong-"

The doorbell rang, and Murong Yao opened the door not long after.

After the siblings entered the villa, Murong Yao took out slippers for them. He was already in his 50s, and he didn't look old at all. He looked only 40 years old. Apart from being a bit more stable than before, he was also more gentle.

The most surprising thing was Zhou Ling, who sat with Wanshi like two sisters, after all, good genes are good, and they are so beautiful when they are old.

"Mom, happy birthday!" Wanshi hugged Zhou Ling and rubbed her affectionately.

Mo Ting was very calm, and put the gift on the table, "Mom, happy birthday, this is a gift for you."

Zhou Ling is still wearing a fiery red skirt in her 50s, and she has a ball head with her fair skin, which is quite age-reducing.

"Thank you for my son's gift." Zhou Ling opened it and took a look, then his lazy eyes drifted to Wan Shide, "What about my daughter's gift?"

Meaning something, Wanshi smiled dryly: "Mom, I came in a hurry... I just prepared a skirt for you, do you like it?"

Zhou Ling glanced at her, "Don't interrupt!"

"...Mom." Wanshi looked at her aggrieved, "I don't have a boyfriend."

"I'm not forcing you to get married, but you are 28 this year, and you have a boyfriend. If you date for three or two years, you will be 30 years old. This is still too early. If you are later, you can't help it Get married, and besides, it's not me who urges you, it's your great-grandfather who urges you, he is old, and he just wants to wait to see you have children."

Zhou Ling walked slowly to the sofa and sat down. Lei Zi also ran down the stairs when he heard the commotion. His legs and feet were already failing. He was too old and probably wouldn't live long.

(End of this chapter)