Chapter 50: It Doesn't Matter

"Zitong!"

Familiar sounds......

Feng Zitong opened his eyes abruptly and sat up directly from the chaise longue. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

When she sat down, Mo Xueyan in an aqua blue Yunni long dress and a man in a brown brocade robe appeared in front of her.

Feng Zitong hooked her lips and greeted the visitor with a smile: "Xueyan." ”

Mo Xueyan walked quickly to Feng Zitong, reached out to help her up from the chair, and looked left and right: "Fortunately, I wasn't hurt." ”

Feng Zitong pulled the corners of her mouth stiffly, Xue Yan was too worried: "Xue Yan, don't you introduce me to the people behind you?" ”

Mo Xueyan was stunned, and her face flashed with embarrassment: "Hehe.... I forgot about it when I was excited, Zitong, come to ....."

As he spoke, he pulled Feng Zitong in front of Mu Yingyan, and his tone was very light: "This is the partner who grew up with me and my brother, Mu Yingyan, who can also be regarded as my brother, the emperor of the Middle Realm." ”

Feng Zitong looked at Mu Yingyan, looked at it generously, visually measuring one meter eight five, the brown robe wrapped his tall body, lining his calm temperament and unable to cover the sunshine in his bones, the fiery red long hair was unrestrained and wanton, shining in the sun, under the eyelashes as long as feathers, a pair of golden pupils made people feel sacred, as if they were filled with the warmest sunlight in the world, which would destroy the darkness and ice in people's hearts at any time.

The sunny and beautiful man Mu Yingyan and the gentle as ink Xueyan, these two just complement each other, born as a pair, Feng Zitong silently ticked the two in his heart.

Brother....

Mo Xueyan didn't notice the abnormality of the men around her when she said the word brother.

Mu Yingyan's heart trembled, and sadness flashed in his eyes, but he also had to accept this identity, pretending to smile casually: "It turns out that you are Feng Zitong, the daughter of the former head of the Feng family, Xiao Tongtong, tell me quickly, what is your relationship with Yan?" ”

Mu Yingyan pretended to easily transfer the bitter waves in his heart, and a sunny smiling face was covered with gossip.

But the sadness that flashed in his pupils did not hide from Feng Zitong's eyes.

These two people don't seem to be ruthless and intentional.

But...... Is the Yan in the Emperor's mouth the name of the bastard man?

"It doesn't matter!"

Seeing Feng Zitong's face full of disdain and indifference, Mu Yingyan felt incredulous after being shocked: "Impossible, he has never been so interested in a woman when he is so old, Xiao Tongtong, you don't lie to me!" ”

This woman seems to be quite disdainful of Yan, this shouldn't be, Yan is a man of all ages everywhere, and everyone yearns for it!!!

If Feng Zitong had an appreciative attitude towards Mu Yingyan just now, now he is deeply disgusted: "Then you have to ask him, ask him what medicine he took wrong, and come to toss me such a weak little woman, and also, as the emperor of the Middle Realm, it is easy to dislike such gossip!" ”

Feng Zitong teased Mo Xueyan on the side with a disgusted face, and since the two appeared, the national teacher, who had never spoken, finally spoke, but in a cold tone: "Mu Yingyan, the skin has been very tight recently?" ”

Mu Ying's body trembled, and he felt a gust of wind coming towards him.

Hey, these two people also sang double reeds, bullying him to be alone and no one to help.

Mo Xueyan's eyes were full of blue light, and she looked like she wanted to speak and stopped when she came.

Feng Zitong didn't want to deal with these two men, so she pulled Mo Xueyan back to the room, although this would not affect the hearing of the two men outside the house, Mo Xueyan would not be difficult to speak.