After talking to Wenwen, Ling Feng immediately understood that he and Feng Ling were both in Wenwen's way, and this dinner was a Hongmen banquet.

She was deliberately creating an opportunity for Liang De, hoping that Liang De could help her attract the wind spirit away, so as to create conditions for her to confess to him.

When the little girl also began to learn to use scheming, he felt a little sad.

He used to always think of her when she was 10 years old, and his heart would soften. What an innocent and cute little girl that was.

His feelings for her have always stayed at that time, and he always treats her as his student, so he always accommodates her. But just now, he completely announced the end of this teacher-student friendship.

If she continues to influence his relationship with the Wind Spirit, then he will no longer consider her his friend.

He doesn't need such unclean friends.

Obviously, this last sentence broke her heart, but she had to say it, otherwise she would never grow up.

"Ling Feng." The crisp and melodious voice of the wind spirit suddenly sounded behind him.

He quickly stood up and turned around, happiness rising in his heart. Xin'er, Xin'er, you're finally back.

"I want to come too." She held out her hand to him.

"Dangerous. I'll go back to the deck, you wait. As he spoke, he was about to take a step when the hull of the ship tilted violently as if it had hit something.

He didn't stand still, and his whole body fell into the water, and he was about to fall into the water.

The wind spirit flew over and hugged his waist.

He felt himself being carried up by her, lying on his side and flying in mid-air.

This action was so fast that even Ling Feng didn't react, and the two of them had already landed on the deck.

His heart seemed to be stagnant, and when he saw Feng Ling holding him, he turned to his senses, and his heart beat violently again, and he hugged her tightly and asked, "How did you do it?" ”

"I don't know." The Wind Spirit gasped and replied. She knew that she could fly, but she didn't expect that she would play so well in a hurry.

Ling Feng was a little moved. Xin'er, for my sake, you can maximize your potential.

He put one hand around her waist and the other on her head, pressed his lips against hers, and kissed passionately.

Her bones softened, and her whole body melted into the crook of his arm.

He could feel it all, happiness wrapped him, and my heart finally came back.

Since I came back from Tibet, my heart seems to be far away from myself, and this is the first time I have been so close to myself.

There was a pair of desperate eyes watching this scene in the night.

Wenwen's heart sank to the bottom of the Huangpu River, how could he still have the heart to enjoy the river view?

Tears welled up in her eyes.

I was completely defeated, and I always wanted to end this fairy tale that I had written for 14 years, and I have repeatedly dragged it out until now, hoping for a happy ending, but I am afraid it can only be hastily ended.

She returned to the bar in despair, asked for a cocktail, and poured it wildly, but it was not enjoyable, and after three glasses in a row, the fire in her heart could not be extinguished.

She was about to ask for a fourth cup, and a melancholy voice came over her cup with one hand, "Drink less." ”

Wenwen don't look over, it's Zhen Cheng who is also drunk.

She was a little dizzy, couldn't hold back her words, and blurted out and asked, "You say, if you like wind spirits, what would you like about her?" ”

He smiled, his tongue was a little big, and said bluntly: "I don't know, if I have to analyze, I like everything about her." ”