Princess Against the World

"Third Young Master...she..." He spoke stumblingly.

Ling Luoyu curled her lips playfully: "What is she?"

"She...how..."

Feng Chenglin retreated again, retreating to Ling Luoyu with a horrified look on his face, and his tongue was a little too big when he spoke.

"Third Young Master, why do I feel... something is wrong with her?!"

"What's wrong?"

"……Face……"

"..."

"Her face... is still a light face, but I don't know why... when I touch it, it feels a little... uncomfortable..."

Feng Chenglin twitched his mouth and smiled bitterly.

"Tell me, could it be that I haven't been home for a long time and have even forgotten what my wife looks like...so that I don't dare to recognize her right in front of me?!"

"Yeah?"

Ling Luoyu's ambiguous smile finally gave Feng Chenglin a taste of something strange.

"Third Young Master...don't you also realize that something is wrong with Qingyou...?!"

"It's not that something is wrong, but it's very wrong!"

"..."

Feng Cheng Linton was hit!

what is this?

He, the husband who was by his side every day, just noticed something was wrong.

As an outsider, she could actually see that something was very wrong!

For a moment, Feng Chenglin felt that his face was "crackling" in pain.

"Third Young Master, tell me...what's different about her?"

"I can't tell...it's just different! Anyway, her facial features look the same as Hao Qingyou's, but if you look carefully, you can see the extreme..."

Feng Chenglin felt that he had regained some face.

That's not bad!

If she really pointed it out and he didn't notice it, he would be really embarrassed!

"Fat man, if Shang He and Mo Xuanchen are somewhat similar, then this Hao Qingyou is almost exactly the same as your Hao Qingyou..."

"...Then how did you find the flaw? And...don't you still say, is there any ultimate difference?"

Feng Chenglin pretended to stick his head out and looked Hao Qingyou up and down several times.

"But I really didn't find any specific difference in her... But... if I want to say she is different, it's the aura and temperament... things that are not easily noticed..."

"No, no, no, what I'm talking about is the absolute difference between her and Hao Qingyou..."

The corners of Ling Luoyu's lips parted slightly, revealing an evil smile.

"That's why I can say with 100% certainty...she is not Hao Qingyou!"

"...Which point?"

"Go and hold up her arms and sleeves..."

"What?"

Although Feng Chenglin was suspicious, he couldn't help but stepped forward and carefully rolled up Hao Qingyou's sleeves, trying not to touch her skin.

When the sleeves slid over his arms, a crimson dot of cinnabar fell on his eyes.

"Is this...a red mole? There really isn't one on Qingyou's body..."

Feng Chenglin rolled up Hao Qingyou's other sleeve in confusion.

"Ah, her red mole is still symmetrical... That's right, isn't she Hao Qingyou?"

Ling Luoyu sweated on his forehead: "If you mark these two red dots, then there is really no difference between your Hao Qingyou and her..."

Feng Chenglin: "..."

Why is this happening again?

Weren't you the one who asked me to see the red cinnabar mole?

"Third Young Master, there is no cinnabar mole on Hao Qingyou's body... Not to mention there are two symmetrical moles, there is not even one mole..."

Hao Qingyou is his wife, and no one is more familiar with every inch of her body than he is!

If he says no, then it must not be!