Chinese Jian Qing looked at him coldly, looking down on his kind of gentlemanly style, and replied directly, "If it works for you, I will use it?" ”

"Why doesn't it work? Didn't I just call me Brother Hao, and I didn't even need to go up and kick the door directly. Ling Feng looked confident.

Jian Qing clasped her hands around her chest, too lazy to reason with him, and simply turned around to get the breakfast heated in the microwave, "Hao hasn't woken up yet." ”

"I rub... Brother Hao can still sleep? Ling Feng followed Jian Qing into the kitchen, "Every time he called me before, I didn't get up yet, but now it's finally my turn to laugh at him, isn't it my Sister Xi's anti-guest and good kung fu, Brother Hao can't cure her?" ”

The more Ling Feng spoke, the more he didn't act properly, Jian Qing turned around, and a finger stood straight in front of Ling Feng's eyes, "I warn you, from today onwards, in front of Hao, you are not allowed to mention Luoxi again." ”

Before Ling Feng's mouth was closed, he was startled by his serious tone, "I'll go... What's going on? ”

"Don't say it if you don't want to say it, and besides, Hao's situation is not good now, so you can go back first if you have nothing else to do." Jian Qing was in no mood to joke with him, Jing Mohao's situation was enough to give her a headache, and this guy who was muddying the water had better not make a mess in front of him.

Ling Feng saw that he was preoccupied, and he didn't bother to quarrel with himself, and his good-looking peach blossom eyes couldn't help but turn upright, "Don't mind, don't just push me away, you can tell me what's wrong with my brother Hao?" ”

Jian Qing took out the spoon, stirred it in the steaming breakfast porridge, and threw him a sentence, "You can't help if you say it." ”

"Hey, young master Jane, I don't like to hear what you say, I can't help what you say, at least don't make trouble for Brother Hao!" Ling Feng said very knowingly.

Jian Qing tasted the temperature of the porridge, it was just hot, brought it to the dining table, sat down, and put it in her mouth without saying a word.

Ling Feng was once again left to the side, transparent thinking about the air that could not flow.

"Young Master Jane, you... Is it out of love? Ling Feng suddenly said.

The white porcelain spoon in Jian Qing's hand fell into the bowl with a thud, and collided with the edge of the bowl with a flash of firelight, showing off the pain.

He didn't pick up the spoon again, but just clenched his hands into fists and swallowed the porridge in his mouth.

Ling Feng seemed to have grabbed the bargaining chip to compete with him, flung his legs and sat down opposite him, pulled out the chair and sat in front of him.

"Look at your reaction, am I right? Look at it, I said a long time ago that with your temperament, you must go wherever you blow, look at me..."

"Are you forcing me to have someone kick you out?" Jian Qing's voice was cold, not at all like his gentle face.

"Gotta gotcha, I won't talk about it, you hurry up and tell me what's wrong with Brother Hao, I came to him today to find him in a real hurry, if something happens to Brother Hao now, I'd better not make trouble for him." Ling Feng's ruffian words could hear some truth.

He and Jing Mohao met at a business banquet, if it weren't for his thick skin, pestering Jing Mohao to provide him with local information in S City, he would still be arguing to be buddies with him after being beaten up, and it is estimated that he would not even be able to enter his house now.

Although he usually doesn't care about what he says, his ability has always been his own awe and admiration, and he agrees without saying a word if he needs help.

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