Chapter 522: Broken sleeves are also contagious
Brothers are brothers, they can live and die together, and they can grow old together, but they shouldn't be with the same eyebrows!
"damn!"
Feng Chenglin's face turned pale in an instant.
"I won't be contagious to that **** thing for Third Young Master...Is my sleeve broken!?"
If it weren't for the broken sleeve, how could he inexplicably like her?
"Suffered..."
He scratched his head anxiously.
"No, San Shao breaks his sleeves, I can't! I still have to inherit our Feng family from generation to generation..."
Thinking of this, he suddenly realized.
If the clan succeeds, why refuse Hao Qingyou.
Subconsciously, he got up again to chase.
But as soon as he took a step, he suddenly stopped.
"No! No! I can't harm her... Qingyou is a good girl, I can't deceive her! No! No!"
If he can't give Hao Qingyou the happiness he wants, he would rather hurt himself.
For a while, Feng Chenglin didn't know what happened to his feelings!
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Huadeng night.
Compared with Lundao Academy, the streets of the capital are too bustling and bustling.
The lively Ling Luoyu was a little uncomfortable for a while.
She stood at the gate of Feng's house, swiftly in white, gently swaying the folding fan.
Behind her, the old housekeeper of the Feng family hurried over.
"Three young masters..."
Ling Luoyu turned around in a daze, "Where is Fatty Wind?!"
"Three young masters, my eldest young master drank too much wine at noon, and he is still not awake!"
The old butler said while putting a piece of paper with both hands.
"Three young masters, the eldest said, the person you are looking for, he has already made a map for you..."
Ling Luoyu took it with a slightly frowned brow, wondering in his heart.
She came to Feng Chenglin to meet Shu Xiyan's mother and son, but she didn't expect this guy to avoid seeing her.
This is somewhat inconsistent with Feng Feng's style!
Quietly, she glanced at the paper calmly.
"Today...what can you do in your family?!"
The old butler was taken aback: "It's nothing!"
After being stunned, he suddenly responded.
"Oh, just in the morning, the old man of the Hao family and Miss Hao Qingyou came over..."
"Hao Qingyou?!"
A smile suddenly appeared on the corners of Ling Luoyu's lips.
"This dead fat man turned out to be a sorrowful friend, so he dumped his brother when he had beauty..."
Yinya bit, and she collected the paper calmly.
"That's OK, you tell him, I'll go by myself... Let him continue to drunk and lie in the gentle country!"
Turning out of the corner of Feng Mansion, making sure that there was no one around, Ling Luoyu's eyes fainted with a smirk.
"Fatty man, I want to see, what are you doing!"
Leaping over the wall silently, she flashed towards Feng Chenglin's bedroom.
With her current cultivation base, even if she didn't escape into the chaotic realm, no one in the Wind Mansion would be able to detect her arrival.
Silently prying open a corner of the window, Ling Luoyu looked carefully.
There is no beautiful picture in the room as she imagined.
"Huh, Hao Qingyou is not here?"
She thought that being drunk was just Feng Chenglin's excuse. In fact, dating Hao Qingyou and doing some exercises was his real excuse.
Unexpectedly, the room was not as charming as she expected, but there was a real smell of wine.
"Is there really alcohol?! What the **** is the fat man doing?"
In her memory, Feng Chenglin was not the kind of drunk person.
Doubtful, she pried open the window and entered quickly.
The smell of wine in the room is very strong, and you can see empty jars everywhere.
Behind the screen in one place, there was a burp of alcohol.
"Three young masters, come! Brothers have another drink with you!"
Ling Luoyu said that this dead fat man was good at cultivation, and he could even detect that she was coming!
Doubtful, she turned out the screen.
