Chapter 112 I am the **** Lord Aran! (6)

  The man drew closer, until he walked in front of her, then stopped.

  She was ecstatic and about to speak.

  However, he saw him gently bending over, picking up the veil by her feet with a lush white jade hand.

   Immediately, he turned around and walked back to Wen Churan's side.

  What Guan Erya didn't say, suddenly turned into a ball of cotton, stuck in her throat.

  Can't spit out, can't swallow.

  In her prime, her ink movements were neat, and she took the veil to cover Wen Chu's head, and instantly wrapped her tightly.

  Wen Churan blinked with the only big exposed eye, staring at the man in front of him.

   Seeing the man raised his hand and patted her on the head, he opened his lips and reminded him coldly.

   "Cover your face before going out."

   "Oh..." She subconsciously responded.

  Almost forgot to pretend.

   Before leaving, Wen Churan glanced back, just in time to see the resentful look cast by Guan Erya.

  Like a sharp blade, I can't wait to cut her a thousand times.

  She stared back provocatively and sneered to herself.

Wait, then! The good show is yet to come!

As soon as she returned to the villa, she summoned Bai Yuning again, and told him, "You tell that romantic ghost, those ghost daughter-in-laws that his mother found for him during this period, let him not agree first, and I will find him a change beautiful!"

  Bai Yuning floated in front of her, wondering what medicine she sold in the gourd.

"What do you want to do?"

Wen Churan took off her veil, took off her black robe, and explained in an unhurried manner, "If I directly let her choose Guan Erya as the number one female, the intention would be too obvious. Li Zhien is not a fool! I did this. It's...it's called wanting to catch it. These days, she must be in a hurry at home."

  Speaking, Wen Churan turned his head and smiled slyly at Bai Yuning, smiling like a little fox.

  "Only by letting her stick to me, relying on me, begging me, I can control the initiative!"

  Bai Yuning finally understood Wen Churan's intentions after listening.

  The way she did it was equivalent to throwing a bait first, step by step to lure the prey into the trap she dug.

Sure enough, after waiting for five days, Li Zhien couldn't wait to find Sheng Shimo on his own initiative and asked to see Wen Churan again.

  So, Wen Churan appeared in Shengshi for the second time as a mage.

  Li Zhien saw her just as he saw the savior.

   "Mage!" After exclaiming, he rushed directly.

  Wen Churan calmly avoided "Ms. Li, please calm down."

  Li Zhien was really anxious to cry without tears, "Mage, I listened to you, after I went back, the ghost matchmaker also invited the ghost matchmaker, and the ** is also done, but my son still comes to dream every night and keeps shaking his head at me in the dream."

  Wen Churan slowly said, "He shook his head because he was not satisfied with the ghost wife you found for him."

Li Zhien nodded, "I asked the ghost matchmaker, and she said the same. But after four or five times, he was dissatisfied with each time. Even the ghost matchmaker can’t help it. I hope you can help, Master. I think of a way."

  Wen Churan smiled coldly, "Remember the last time I mentioned Miss Guan to you?"

"Remember."

   "The key point is that Miss Guan."

  Li Ji-eun listened more and more confused, "The mage means..."

  Wen Churan has already quietly compiled a set of rhetoric without loopholes.

   "All things grow and restrain each other, and so are people. I have nothing to do, and count Miss Guan’s birthday eight characters, and your son’s birthday eight characters coincide with each other!"

  "We are in control!" Li Zhien was taken aback.

   Just when she was in a panic, she suddenly heard Wen Churan's talk.

"However…"

  　 ask for a ticket~

  　　 Our Aran is really a set of mages~

  　　

  　

  (End of this chapter)