Princess Against the World

Suddenly, he stopped speaking and looked behind Ling Luoyu.

"Hey, is there such a handsome guy here?"

"He is Xizi...call him sir!" Ling Luoyu blinked his left eye meaningfully at Feng Chenglin: "Be respectful, it will be good for you."

Feng Chenglin replied with an "I understand" expression, and immediately smiled at Xizi who came over: "Sir, sit here, I'm about to have tea, sir, would you like one too? But, my side The tea leaves are a bit thick, and I'm afraid it might hurt Mr.'s delicate throat. How about I get you a cup of hot water, which will moisturize your throat without hurting it..."

Xizi paused in his steps and looked at him with a very complicated expression.

not talking!

Feng Chenglin's smile couldn't help but freeze on his face, and he looked confused——

What does this mean?

Flattery, shot in the wrong position?

I took a sneak peek at Ling Luoyu and found that her smile was a little wry, and I instantly realized that I really had taken the photo in the wrong place.

The key is, what does this little girl mean?

Even though he knew that he had taken the wrong photo, he didn't help to find it and corrected it. He just sat there and smiled wilfully. What was going on?

After coughing, his smile gradually faded.

"Um... sir, why don't you... come and sit down first..."

Before he finished speaking, Xizi suddenly turned around and left.

Feng Chenglin suddenly closed his mouth and said nothing!

Yes, this is offending!

Ling Luoyu glanced sideways slightly, sending him away with the corner of his eye.

Feng Chenglin slowly knelt down and looked at the two of them thoughtfully: "Third Young Master, is this guy... pestering you?"

Ling Luoyu looked away calmly: "Don't talk nonsense, he is Master Changyang's pet. Be careful that Master Changyang hears this, he will kill you first, and then kill me..."

"Since I didn't pester you, then why did you use me to get him away..." Feng Chenglin was speechless and smiled: "You know this guy won't like my flattery, right?"

"He has a sensitive personality. If there is any slight ambiguity, he will think of himself..."

"...What kind of personality do you mean?" Feng Chenglin was unhappy: "Third Young Master, you are trying to frustrate me with words that I don't understand!"

After a pause, it felt a bit unpleasant.

"You are talking about this kid being sick, right? Or is he mentally ill...Tell me, this very nice young man looks as good as Mo Xuanchen, so why is he sick?"

Ling Luoyu turned around suddenly.

Feng Chenglin met her gaze fearlessly: "What's wrong? Did I say something wrong? Or...you don't allow me to use someone's name again?"

Ling Luoyu didn't speak, just looked at her.

In the end, Feng Chenglin was helpless and could only surrender: "Okay, okay, that man in your family is good-looking, this person..."

He grabbed Xizi's direction with one empty hand, held it, threw it to the ground hard, and crushed it with his feet.

"Too ugly, trample him to death!"

Ling Luoyu then looked back: "You know why you can come out, right?"

"I know, isn't it just that you are not allowed to speak ill of your man..."

"...Fat man!"

Feng Chenglin pursed his lips: "I really know, it's because I want to understand something about you..."

He glanced at Changyang Zhenren's tent and lowered his voice cautiously.

"Aren't we a little confident when we talk like this? Too presumptuous?"

Who is that woman?

Even if you are not clairvoyant and have good ears, you must still have your own merits.