Su Xuecheng sneered disdainfully: "You don't have to press me from my mother...... Feng Lao Wu, even if you name a flower, you won't get a cent of the Su family's money......"

Feng Chengcheng smiled calmly and lightly, and Zhuo Ran's long body stood in the night, adding a mysterious atmosphere.

"Alright, that's the end of the game...... You can get out of here......"

waited until everyone had withdrawn from her residence, and Heilan quietly stepped forward and said a little: "Miss...... Why do we want so much? This price is worth the entire family property exclusively...... What they are sure will not give......"

"Naturally, they won't give, and if they do, what more do I want?" The corners of Feng Chengcheng's lips bloomed with a meaningful smile: "Since I have offered such a price, I am preparing for what their Su family will not give ......."

In Hailan's clear eyes, there was a look of doubt, and he just wanted to ask carefully, but he suddenly saw Feng Chengcheng but his eyes narrowed slightly and looked in one direction.

There, there was a fluctuation of a familiar aura.

"Heilan, you go to sleep first, I still have some things to do......"

……

The coldness of the night ruffled Feng Chengcheng's long hair, stood against the wind, and looked at the man in front of him indifferently.

The man was dressed in black, blue as ink, with a silver mask, and a murderous aura that could be hidden.

This man, Feng Chengcheng recognized, was the one who was listening to the wind and holding the prince Mu Chengcang hostage.

But didn't Mu Shenxiao say that this person was in his group?

So indirectly it's a person who is on the same front as her, but now why is it that he seems to be looking at her with a deep hatred?

And looking at this look, it seems that he is waiting for himself.

Her mind suddenly moved, and in the depths, there was an unconsciously ambiguous color.

When two beautiful men are together, it is most easy to breed basic feelings, I don't know if this guy knows that he and Mu Shenxiao are talking about it, and he is eating dry vinegar behind his back?

It's just that such an ambiguous mind naturally can't be exposed on the surface, and the expression is slightly restrained, and it has returned to normal.

"Who are you?" Feng Qingcheng ignored the overflowing indifference and murderous aura on his body in the slightest, raised his eyebrows and smiled: "We don't seem to know each other, right?" Why did he attract such a deep resentment from Childe? ”

"You're Feng Chengcheng?" The indifference in the man's eyes was still there: "Feng Chongtian is your father?" ”

Feng Qingcheng couldn't help but raise his eyebrows slightly, this man didn't want to come at Mu Shenxiao, but at his father.

Just looking at this hatred, I don't know whether Lu Dao raided his house or destroyed his door.

"That's me...... It's just that I don't know how my father got into a hatred with Childe? ”

"You've heard that...... The Father owes the Son to pay this sentence, right? ”

"What does Childe mean that today's affairs, we can't be good between us?" The corners of Feng Chengcheng's lips are still light and light, but the palm of his hand is already on guard.

"Between us, we are destined to be ...... that cannot be good"

The voice of the man in black was still in his ears, but in Feng Chengcheng's eyes, he had already lost his figure.

Even if Feng Qingcheng's facial senses are obviously different from the past, but she only sees it, her body is still limited, far from reaching the point where her heart can turn with her mind and do what she wants.

The man in front of him was definitely the fastest one Feng Chengcheng had ever seen in this space.