Ling Yunxi's eyes were suddenly dark, and he was extremely dignified.

"Yes, of course...... Take my brothers...... Go home!! ”

Ling Bufan sighed heavily: "My sons and daughters of the Ling family are all bloody men!" I have the same feelings in my bones! Not to give up brothers and sisters is our Ling Jiajun's commitment!! In the original war, how many brothers were buried forever in a foreign land, and their souls returned to a foreign land! If it's you...... Would you want to bring your brother home?! ”

"Dad, are you saying that the eldest brother went to the tart and wanted to bring home the souls of the 100,000 soldiers!?"

Ling Bufan stood with his eyes down, and it took a long time to spit out eight words.

"Take revenge, brother go home!"

——

West Cross Hospital.

Ling Luoyu sat quietly in front of the window, his hands around his arms, and his eyes looked at the desk fixedly.

On it was Shu Xiyan's letter to Ling Yunfeng.

She carefully tread through the details of the whole thing in her mind.

If it was an ordinary letter, there was no need for Ling Yunfeng to burn it.

He ruined the letter, he must have been afraid that someone would know something!

What is the father afraid of?

He was afraid that who knows the contents of this letter?!

"Young Master......" Xiaoying's slight knock on the door sounded.

Ling Luoyu accepted the letter: "Come in!" ”

"Young Master, Young Master Feng has submitted a letter of worship, and you want to meet the Third Young Master?!"

"What's that!?"

Ling Luoyu was like eating a fly, and he couldn't close his mouth in shock.

"Dead fat man, what kind of wind is this?!"

In the years that she and Feng Chenglin have known each other, this thing has never said a word of worship.

The people who entered her Ling Mansion were like passing through their own door, and they had never been taboo and unscrupulous.

Why is this still a convulsive post!

"Where is he?"

"Outside the mansion, I'm waiting for the young master to reply!"

Ling Luoyu took the post, the handwriting was neat, and the words were strict and rigorous.

The word is the handwriting of the fat man.

But the logic of words is like a different person.

Ling Luoyu fell down and hooked his lips evilly: "Let him in!" ”

She wants to see what kind of demon the dead fat man wants to do after holding back for so many days!

Not long after Xiaoying withdrew, he led the wind fat man to come quickly.

Before he got close, he laughed loudly: "Sanshao, I haven't seen you for a few days, it's always good?" ”

Ling Luoyu: "......"

Feng Fat, is this poisoned?!

The brain circuits are completely different from before!

In the past, the first sentence of the wind fat man should be: "! Sanshao, you are idle enough these days, and you are going to be tired of becoming a dog! ”

"Feng Fatty, did you take the wrong medicine? How do you talk crepe? A room full of sour?! ”

"Sanshao, how can you say that!? Don't you want my brother and me to be old and speak steadily?! ”

Feng Chenglin stood with his legs together, stepped forward slightly, and smiled at an invitation.

"On the tenth day of the first month of next month, it will be a good day for my brother, and I will invite Brother Ling and his family to the banquet at that time......"

Ling Luoyu: "......"

The behavior of the fat man is more like sending an ordinary invitation, a routine collection of money, rather than an invitation between brothers to watch the ceremony.

Ling Luoyu turned his head sideways and motioned to Xiaoying to accept the invitation and sat down leisurely.

"Wind fat man, congratulations......"

"That...... Brother Ling, you see that I am also about to get married, you are always called a fat man and a fat man, it is indecent after all...... Why don't you call me Brother Chenglin!? ”

Ling Luoyu's eyes sank, and he immediately smiled lightly.

"Okay, no problem!"