Hearing that Leng Lingfeng left, Fucha Xiangning was angry, she hurriedly came to Fucha Mingbo, and when she saw her father, she said angrily: "Dad, how can you call a brother to a person like Leng Lingfeng, you don't know how hateful he is, besides, his son Leng Qiangu is even more useless, he is against me He Boyan everywhere in the academy, and even injured Boyan with a bad move a few days ago." Last time, Leng Qiangu bullied people and made trouble in the VIP building because you begged to calm down, why didn't he come to you again this time to plead with Uncle Guihai, right? ”

"How do you talk to your father, it's really no big or small, what do you know about adult things. What kind of person is Leng Lingfeng, your father and I know better than anyone else, but you have to remember what he said that he is also the Yin of Kyoto Prefecture. We business people would rather make friends with people than offend villains, he gives you a sweet date to remember the good of others, otherwise next time it will be released to bite you. The last time it passed with one eye closed, but this time it was a matter of life and death, even if it wasn't for Bo Yan, for you, your father and I didn't want to let go of that cold Qiangu like this. If Boyan had three games and two flowers, you wouldn't get any benefit. ”

"What does Bo Yan have to do with me, don't say that, I won't pester him again in the future. I told you before that this time I'm serious, I want to learn to be a girl, waiting for my wishful husband to marry me, you can see that I'm doing well these days. The door is not out, the second door is not stepping, and I am raised in the deep boudoir to learn female popularity, even Leng Lingfeng praises me for being good. Fucha Xiangning spoke quibly.

"I'm embarrassed to say that I'm good, I rushed in recklessly early in the morning, so that Leng Lingfeng saw you like this, I don't know what little calculations he will have in his heart, your father and I are really embarrassed about this matter." Fucha Mingbo sighed and spoke.

"What's there to be embarrassed about, the Son of Heaven broke the law and got drunk with the common people, not to mention that Leng Lingfeng is only a Fu Yin, and Leng Qiangu is at most the son of Fu Yin." Fucha Xiangning spoke without saying anything.

"What do you girl know, I'm too lazy to tell you, remember not to rush in so recklessly in the future. Stay at home well, your Aunt Xuan will go back to the house immediately, I will go to Majia Mansion. Fucha Mingbo shook his head and spoke.

"You're going to Majiafu?" When Fucha Xiangning heard this, he immediately became interested and asked excitedly.

"Why, you want to go with me." Fucha Mingbo looked at his daughter and spoke helplessly.

"No, I'm not going, I'm saying I won't go again. But, Dad, what are you doing in Majia Mansion? Fucha Xiangning said hesitantly.

"That's good, count it as good as you insist this time. Your Uncle Guihai has already sued Leng Qiangu to the government, isn't this Leng Lingfeng just coming to me for help, how do you say that I will also go over and go through the motions, what it means, lest people gossip about me, and discuss countermeasures by the way. In short, this time things are not easy to do, so we must act carefully. Fucha Mingbo shook his head and spoke, and then walked away.

"Miss, don't you follow the master to see Bo Yangongzi, this time I'm really angry with him. Since you came back, you have been cursing him for a long time every day, how did Bo Yan offend you? Mei'er really can't think of it, Bo Yan Gongzi is still injured, why did he provoke you. Seeing Fucha Mingbo leave, Mei'er not far away came out from behind, startling Fucha Xiangning and talking playfully.

"I'm not going, whoever loves to go. Mei'er, you don't know how excessive he is, just call me a tomboy all the time, just say that I am not feminine, like a gummy candy pestering him around, and laughing at me for being obsessed with Nangong Yumo, I am angry. This time I must change a lot, and when the time comes, Ma Jiabo will look forward to seeing if he dares to laugh at me in the future. When Fucha Xiangning heard Mei'er say this, she was even more angry, chattering endlessly.

"Hey, it's been a long time, I thought something was wrong with you. Miss, I used to talk about you like this before, but I never saw you lose your temper so much, when did you care so much about him. I want to ask you, is it because he laughs at you for being obsessed with Nangong Yumo, or does he dislike her for not treating you as a girl? Oh, no, who is that Nangong Yumo? Mei'er listened to Fucha Xiangning's complaining words, she was a little confused, squeezed her eyebrows, shook her head and looked at Fucha Xiangning, and said screwed.

Fucha Xiangning couldn't help but blush on his face when he heard Mei'er's question, and responded anxiously: "Who cares if he says me, of course, it's because he laughs at me for being obsessed with Nangong Yumo." How can Death Boyan be compared with Nangong Yumo, Nangong Yumo is handsome and chic, extraordinary, good skills, modest and humble, and exudes a gentlemanly demeanor between his gestures, not to mention that he has saved me twice, even if I like him is not an exaggeration at all. Besides, Dead Boyan looks obscene, sloppy, and still has a big mouth, and he is very annoying, and he cares about him and me, so it is better to take care of Ah Huang at the door. I said a few words to Ah Huang, and she called at me twice, knowing that she would have meat to please me. ”

"Ah, miss, you actually compare Ah Huang, who can't speak, with Bo Yan's son, this is too vicious. Although I haven't seen Nangong Yumo as you said, in Mei'er's eyes, Bo Yan Gongzi is not as unbearable as you say. How to say that he is also one of the best sons in the capital, more than eight feet long, with a handsome face, a jade tree in the wind, martial arts, and four books and five classics, proficient in poetry and songs, many people admire him very much. Could it be that there is something wrong with your eyes, or that you have been with Bo Yan for a long time and are used to seeing it. Just by looking at the eyes of Bo Yan Gongzi now, Mei'er is a little skeptical that the Nangong Yumo in your mouth is really as you portrayed. Mei'er listened to what her young lady said, her eyes were bulging like beans, and she spoke in surprise.

"Hmph, what's so good about Bo Yan, is it that he is usually too good to you, so you help him talk like this. I'm so angry that I'm too lazy to talk to you, I'll go to sleep. Fucha Xiangning listened to Mei'er say this, and was very unhappy in his heart, talking with a small temperament.

"Miss, Miss, Mei'er is wrong, don't be angry. The young lady is the best, and she loves the most. Mei'er looked at Fucha Xiangning pouting and looking unhappy, and after listening to what she said, she knew that her young lady must be a little embarrassed in her heart, but she was not really angry, so she followed closely behind, making a look of begging for mercy, and pretending to be bitter and pleading.

"Okay, okay, look at your pathetic appearance, don't pretend anymore, I've seen it all, just don't be angry. It's all blamed for Boyan making me in a bad mood, Mei'er, you grind for me, I want to draw a portrait of Nangong Yumo and hang it in my room, looking at him, I feel good. Fucha Xiangning walked all the way back to his room, knowing that Mei'er was really acting, so he broke through his strength and pouted and talked.

"Okay, Miss wants to paint, Mei'er will come to grind, I also want to see how handsome Nangong Yumo is that Miss is obsessed with." Mei'er picked up a step and hurriedly followed the trend, speaking obediently, not daring to be naughty again.

After a while, Fucha Xiangning finally drew the picture and pointed it out to Mei'er on the side to show off, and his heart was full of comfort. She pulled Mei'er to explain the appearance of the picture in detail, and asked Mei'er's opinion: "Mei'er, what do you think Nangong Yumo looks like, is it so chic and handsome." ”

"Miss, don't say it, Miss's painting skills have been exquisite since childhood, and the characters are also vivid, to have charm, to be elegant and elegant. However, Mei'er didn't see the slightest bit of Nangong Yumo when she looked at it horizontally and vertically, no matter how you look at the people in the painting, they are all Boyan Gongzi, I don't believe you can let others take a look. Mei'er's face was full of helplessness, and she muttered.

"Like? How can this be similar to Death Boyan, obviously it is Nangong Yumo's son. Mei'er, why do you always work against me today, ignore you, I'm going to rest when you go out. Fucha Xiangning was so angry that he threw the painting in his hand on the table, pushed Mei'er out of the house, and jumped on the bed by himself, covering his head with the quilt.

"Miss, miss, didn't Mei'er do it on purpose?" Mei'er pleaded and spoke bitterly outside the door.

"Mei'er, don't make any noise, I want to sleep, you step down." Fucha Xiangning shouted loudly.

"Got it, miss, Mei'er will step back and stop arguing with you." Mei'er was talking very innocently outside the house, and she didn't insist on leaving anymore when she knew Fucha Xiangning's temperament.

Fucha Xiangning listened to Mei'er leaving, then lifted the quilt, looked at the roof, his eyes kept turning, his face was full of unconvinced, and his heart was in a mess.