My Gorgeous Fiancee

Just then, a voice could be heard. An old man around the age of fifty came into the room, and Rama's subordinates all gave way to him.    

"This is Patriarch's butler, Gully."    

Chiger whispered to Wu Shangwen.    

Gully walked into the room, first having his wound bandaged with the help of a servant. He then smiled apologetically: "The servants are rude, please do not mind if I offend you."    

Wu Zewen laughed coldly and said, "So what if you don't mind, so what if you don't mind?" Furthermore, when we attacked just now, your men were the one who used the weapon first. If I didn't make a move in time, then my friend's life might have been in danger, could this be the way your Loba people treat their guests? "    

Gully smiled awkwardly, "If there's anything that my people can't do properly, I'll apologize to everyone here." Please forgive me, please forgive me. "Oh, I just heard a guest say that he's going to help my young mistress take a look at her illness. May I know who it is?"    

"F * ck, I had nothing to offer, either rape or theft. No wonder you guys came to apologize out of kindness, you actually needed us."    

The panther man mocked.    

Gully smiled in embarrassment: "I'm just a man with a name."    

Wu Shangwen also didn't want to make things too difficult for the other party, so he said: "It's me."    

Gully cupped his hands: "Please follow me to the patriarch's room."    

After he finished speaking, he brought Wu Shangwen into the room.    

The leopard head and the others followed.    

After entering the room, Wu Chengwen saw a 60-year-old elder sitting on a mahogany grandmaster's chair in the middle. The old man's face carried an air of arrogance and anxiety.    

Wu Zewen guessed that this person should be the chief of the Loba clan, and sure enough, Gully, who was sitting next to him, bowed respectfully to the old man sitting in the seat of honor. He pointed to Wu Zewen who was standing next to him and said, "Chief, the person who said that he wanted to take a look at young mistress was this mister, and these people are his friends."    

The old man lightly sighed. He seemed to be disappointed, so he didn't say anything and just waved his hand, indicating Gully to bring Wu Zewen to take a look.    

Gully turned around and made a gesture of invitation towards Wu Shangwen before walking up the stairs. Jing Jing wanted to follow him, but she was stopped by two young men from the two sides of the stairs, so she could only warn Wu Shangwen to be careful.    

When Wu Zewen reached the second floor, he was led by Gully into a room with a refined arrangement and a burst of fragrance.    

In the direction of the room, there was a bed covered by a pink curtain. Two servants stood by the side.    

"I've already said that I don't need a doctor. Uncle Gully, hurry up and bring the others out."    

A cold voice came from the curtain. If one listened carefully, they would hear a hint of pain in the voice, but the voice sounded beautiful, like the sound of nature. It was definitely a beauty.    

Gully respectfully said, "Little Sis, this mister said that he can cure your illness. Why not let him see it? Maybe his luck can cure it."    

"Even my ears grew calluses from hearing these words, but my illness is getting worse. Tell father not to find a doctor for me anymore."    

There was a hint of resignation in this voice, and even a hint of complaint.    

From the other party's words, Wu Zewen could tell that this little princess was unruly and willful.    

Difficult to list: "How can this work, little sis, I've already invited them over."    

"I told him to go."    

At this time, Wu Shangwen spoke up from the side and said: "Forget it, I will never treat a child without filial piety."    

Finished speaking, Wu Shangwen started to leave.    

"Hey hey, mister, please hold your steps."    

Gully quickly said.    

However, Wu Shangwen's figure had already walked to the door of the room.