"You go downstairs and keep watch, if they go out or do something, keep an eye on them."

After a few seconds of silence, Tsushima said.

"Yes." Ma Feng wanted to say something, but it was not appropriate for the two of them to stand at the door and say.

But after thinking about it, he turned around and went downstairs.

Feng Sheng closed the door and turned to look at Luo Yangyang, who was sitting in front of the windowsill, he was not in a hurry to walk towards her.

If it had only been suspected, Lancelot Golder would have been Yangyang's biological father.

Now as soon as Lancelot took the initiative to appear, he felt that the probability that Yang Yang and Lancelot were related was far more than 50%.

Luo Yangyang sat at her desk, with a sketchbook on the table, and she was painting in front of the beautiful scenery of Jiangnan outside the window.

Luo Yangyang painted, and the canonization stuck behind her, hugging her in his arms.

"What's wrong?"

Luo Yangyang, who was hugged with a full embrace, pulled a sweet smile at the corner of his mouth, and tilted his head to look at the canonization that took the initiative to post over.

Someone knocked on the door just now, and she vaguely heard what seemed to be a voice from Ma Feng, and she could sense that the other party seemed to have something to say.

"Nothing." Feng Sheng, who held Luo Yangyang in his arms, gently rubbed Luo Yangyang's little face with his cheek, and after rubbing it for a while, he said, "Luo Ye's uncle is here." ”

The sketch pen in Luo Yangyang's hand paused, and as soon as his gaze fell on the sketchbook, he immediately turned his head to look at the saint: "Lancelot Godwin? ”

"Yes, it's Lancelot Godwin, he's in the room next door to Lorye."

The canonist let go of Luo Yangyang, pulled over a chair and sat down beside her.

"How did he come?"

Luo Yangyang's hand clutched the sketch pen tightly and tightly, and Lancelot's arrival was greatly unexpected by her.

"Luo Ye must have shown him a picture of you, you look a bit like your mother, maybe Lancelot is also suspecting that you may be his daughter."

The consecration of the careful analysis of the inference.

"So what now? Shall I go and see him? ”

"Your Excellency President, your favorite wife is too arrogant!" Chapter 539 is abrupt is hitting the hand, please wait a moment,

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