Yang Shengrong immediately glared at him when he heard this.

I saw the man wearing a moon and white cloud brocade shirt, his face was like a warm jade, and he was shining under the moonlight, like a fairy who had been floating down in the nine days. The woman in her arms is like a weak willow facing the wind, wearing a pink coat comparable to the spring of hibiscus, with skillful eyes without waves and traces, but like a flower demon born of the aura of heaven and earth.

This fairy and a demon, at first glance, have different paths, but they can be printed in the painting, and they can't be said to be right.

If you dare to hurt Wu'er so far, you must let the two of you splash blood on the spot!

City Lord Yang turned his head with this vicious mind, but after seeing the appearance of the two of them clearly, his face turned blue, white, purple and red, alternating extremely good-looking.

"Second Young Master Jiang," the anger in Yang Shengrong's chest didn't seem to be smooth, and he said after a while, "The dog has a stubborn temperament, if there is anything to offend, please bear with me." ”

"Daddy!"

Yang Mian almost couldn't believe it, his father, who had always been obedient to him, not only didn't help him to be ashamed, but also gave in to the pair of dog men and women!

"Shut up!" Yang Shengrong stopped him sternly, but he was distressed when he saw the miserable appearance of his precious son, so he yelled, "You still don't want to bring the young master back?" ”

"Yes, sir."

Even though Yang Mian was unwilling, he was forced by the power of his own father, and finally left in a hurry again by his servants.

"City Lord Yang," looking at the group of people going away, Jiang Congao put away his hand, lost behind him, and said without waves, "It's really not my intention to hurt your son, and the junior can't compensate here." ”

I hurt your son, but I beat you, so I can only say I'm sorry, and there is no more.

This is the information that Fu Qing read from Jiang Cong's indifferent posture, Yang Shengrong has been immersed in officialdom for many years, and he can see that this is also the meaning of it.

Want to get angry? No, you can't. This person is the son of the dignified General Zuo, not to mention his own son, even if he "mistakenly injured" him Yang Shengrong, he could only break his teeth and swallow blood in his stomach.

When the backer of the Yang family was not yet flourishing, the Jiang family's Buddha, he couldn't afford to offend.

"It must have been a misunderstanding." Yang Shengrong made a conclusion, and said kindly, "This night is also dark, and it is rare for Second Young Master Jiang to come to Yusheng City, so it is better to stay in Yang's house for a few days." ”

"Don't worry about the city lord of Yang, we'll set off tomorrow."

"Since Second Young Master Jiang has made up his mind, then Yang won't persuade him much, so don't leave it at that."

Yang Shengrong's heart was ripped off, his heart was definitely not happy, and he couldn't be angry, inviting the two to Yang's house was just polite, Jiang Congao should not go, it was also in line with his heart, as if he was afraid that the two would regret it, Yang Shengrong's words were as turbulent as a river, and he left with the rest of the servants as if he was flying.

Fu Qing's expression was a little confused, his body shook, and he fell crookedly, and was fished out of his arms by Jiang Congao.

"Sleepy?"

The sound of spring water came into Fu Qing's mind, and only then did a trace of clarity come out of her mist-soaked eyes. She muttered in response, with a delicate drowsiness in her voice,

"Hmm."

Jiang Congao's heart was full of pity, he hugged her horizontally, and said in a dumb voice,

"Sleep."

At night, Fu Qing was always surrounded by a strong warmth, and slept peacefully like never before. It wasn't until the bright light on the lattice that woke her from her slumber.

Fu Qingying's eyelashes fanned lightly, opened his eyes, and wanted to get up and freshen up, but he seemed to be entangled by strong vines, and he couldn't do anything.

She wondered how to probe herself, a pair of soft little hands touched and touched along the shackles on her waist, the touch felt silky and warm, and the more she probed, the more it seemed to be in line with her conjecture.

Unlike women's delicate skin, it feels firm and powerful to the touch, full of strength, which is this... This is a man's flesh!

At this time, a strong force turned her over, forcing Fu Qing to stare wide-eyed and lie on her back on the bed.

She could only look at the strong chest hanging over her, without a trace of covering, and she could only hear the handsome man with his black hair scattered and seductive everywhere said with some trouble,

"If you touch it again, something will happen."

"Senior brother," Fu Qing's face was hot for a moment, she quickly covered it, her voice trembled and trembled, and then she said again, "Why don't you wear clothes!! ”

Fu Qing's clothes were neatly worn on his body, but they were wrinkled.

Jiang turned over from Ao Wuyi, crossed Erlang's legs, lay side by side with her on the bed, and said helplessly,

"Would you be more happy to see that I don't wear pants?"

No... No pants?

As soon as Fu Qing heard this, his thinking immediately deviated, and after a little thought, he felt that the nosebleeds were about to come down.

"No, no, no..."

"What's not going to work?"

Jiang Congao asked a little strangely.

"Senior brother, how can you lie in the same bed with me?"

"You slept very soundly last night, and your arms were around my neck again, and I was afraid that you wouldn't be able to sleep well if I tossed it, so I lay down with your clothes."

"And where did your shirt go?"

"It's just a habit to get into the habit of playing small." Jiang Congao was questioned by her, and couldn't help frowning Yingting's eyebrows. It was inevitable that there was some unhappiness in my heart, "Is it possible, are you afraid that I will do something to you when you are not very sober?" ”

Fu Qing's eyebrows were also twisted into Sichuan characters, and he secretly said in his heart, I'm afraid! I'm afraid of what I'll do to you if I'm weak-willed! But how can she say this?

But Jiang started to be more serious from Ao's end, and got up on the ground, and he had to ask for an understanding.

"Qing'er, who do you think of me?"

Fu Qing pursed his lips and couldn't answer.

"Although I will do those things to you sooner or later, if the day comes, I also want you to watch clearly."

"Division... Senior brother," Fu Qing's mouth was almost closed, she was wondering if she was hallucinating, senior brother, he seemed to have said something unseemly! "What did you just say?"

Jiang Congao sighed and asked,

"Qing'er, is there a difference between me and Senior Brother Fu Chen to you?"

That's different. Senior Brother Fu Chen is like a brother and a father to her, and always gives her the warmth of a loved one. As for the fourth senior brother...

Fu Qing's face flushed again.

She didn't look at him.

Her shame was not because of him.

Jiang Congao's heart couldn't help but tighten tightly, and the hand hanging on the bed clenched into a fist because of the conjecture in his heart, and even the words for verification were full of astringency.

"Qing'er... You, do you like Senior Brother Fu Chen? ”

Fu Qing raised his head suddenly, extremely surprised by his conclusion. But when Jiang Congao turned pale with nervousness for an answer in her mouth, his heart instantly turned into a puddle of water.

"Senior Brother Fu Chen is like a father and a brother to me, he is my dearest, so I naturally respect him."

Listening to her narrate her feelings, Jiang Congao's original obscurity was swept away, and the night-like phoenix eyes gradually gave birth to the expected brilliance.

But after a while, Fu Qing's mouth didn't pop out of half a word.

Jiang Cong's expression on Ao Jun's face changed from expectation, to doubt, to anxiety, like a child, and finally couldn't help but speak,

"Qing'er, what about me?"

Fu Qing's little face twitched twice, and then he couldn't help it, and laughed out loud.

It is really difficult to calculate the fourth senior brother once, and of course Fu Qing will not let it go. She still remembered the account of being bullied by him three times and twice, and now she got it all back.