The Qingya Xiaozhu stands outside the building full of people.

Mr. Feng sat upright on the sandalwood chair brought by the servant. Manager Wang was on the right and Hu Haozhi was on the left, next to Feng Yanqing. Feng Yanqing was thrown to death just now, and his face was smelly. But when he saw Feng Junran walking out of the door, he couldn't help but shrink back, and he couldn't hide his fear in his eyes.

Feng Junran looked at everyone coldly, and her eyes met Mr. Feng.

One is as calm as water, the other is full of anger.

Feng Junran smiled, with a meaningless face, raised her hand and raised the anaconda, "Sir, are you looking for it?"

As soon as this thing appeared, the crowd exclaimed. After all, if this treasure was not destined to be a person in the world, he would have rarely seen him in his life. Now he was carried by Mr. Ran like a rag, which made him feel distressed every minute.

"Yes! Yes!" Old Master Feng's face was even more excited than everyone else. He stood up from the sandalwood chair and walked over tremblingly, staring with a spirit anaconda, as if he was a thousand-year-old lover. He didn't dare to relax for a moment. After looking for a while, he turned his eyes to Feng Junran. The old face was less impatient and angry, and even his voice softened a little, "Ran'er, where did you find it?"

As he said that, he did not forget to signal Manager Wang to present Yu Linglong. This Yu Linglong is the object that the spiritual frog usually contains. It is made of high-quality mutton fat jade, with small holes around it. At first glance, it looks like a bird's nest.

Feng Junran threw the spiritual anaconda into Yu Linglong, brushed her fingers, raised her eyes, looked at Feng Yanqing, and after a while, her thin lips raised up, "Ask her!".

Suddenly, everyone's eyes were concentrated on Feng Yanqing.

Feng Yanqing stared at her, pointed at herself, opened her mouth again, looking confused, and the next second, she was filled with fear and anxiety.

This scene is surprisingly similar.

Kang Anan stood at the door and looked quietly. Not long ago, she was standing in front of Mrs. Feng and others, accepting Feng Yanqing's slander and the baptism of everyone's eyes.

The difference is that she is not so embarrassed.

Now, my uncle seemed to have returned all her suffering to Feng Yanqing, not sure whether it was intentional or coincidental.

"I don't! Uncle, what are you talking about?" Feng Yanqing finally found his voice and quickly explained.

She stared at Feng Junran, with fear mixed in anger, and these emotions were ultimately beyond Feng Junran's faint glance.

Just a glance made Feng Yanqing shrank, his expression was dull, he bent his knees and crawled towards Mr. Feng, and sweared, "Taigong, you must believe me, I have never thought about the spiritual anaconda."

After speaking, a tear slid from the corner of his eyes, reflecting his sad face, adding a bit of real taste.

Seeing this, Mr. Feng really raised his head and looked at Feng Junran, with a slightly cloudy gaze full of doubts.

Feng Junran pursed her lips and looked cold. The chilly wind blew his blackness. She bent and danced under the warm sun, as if countless hands were entangled, she could no longer get out.

"More than an hour ago, Feng Yanqing was besieged by several blue and white snakes. She drove her for a long time but did not disperse. Her body was stained with the aura of blue and white snakes. The anaconda could feed on the snake, so she appeared here following the smell."

The words were reasonable and convincing, and it seemed that the truth was like this. But Feng Yanqing was not very heart-wrenching and could not hear Feng Junran's words had the intention to downplay the matter. At this moment, she was actually serious, "The blue and white snake was recruited by Kang An'an, not me! So the appearance of the anaconda has nothing to do with me!"

He kept denying it. Perhaps Feng Yanqing hoped that the matter would expand, and that Mr. Feng would pursue it to the end, and then find out what wild ways Kang An'an used to attract those snakes, but she forgot that the person she was facing - who was it?

He is Feng Junran, the first son of Feng Kingdom!

If Feng Jun Ran doesn’t fight, it doesn’t mean he is not scheming.

Feng Junran is low-key, which does not mean that she has no means.

Feng Junran is indifferent to vanity, which does not mean that he is indifferent to everything.

Who can get any benefit when he goes against him?

Kang Anan still looked quietly, her petite body hidden in the shadow under the door lintel, which was very easy for people to ignore. Her bright red lips suddenly drew a curve. The curve was very short, fleeting, and faintly sarcastic. She could almost foresee that Feng Yanqing's next encounter would be very bad, no, very bad.

Sure enough, after Feng Yanqing finished yelling.

Feng Junran raised his eyebrows and shouted expressionlessly, "Doctor Hu!".

Hu Haozhi was puzzled and still bent forward, "Here, what instructions does Mr. Ran have?"

"You know medical skills, and my father trusts you the most. Now you can check if Feng Yanqing has anything to attract those snakes."

"Yes." Hu Hao's nodded, raised his eyes and looked at Mr. Feng. Mr. Feng nodded to him.

Hu Haozhi then moved his steps towards Feng Yanqing.

Feng Yanqing showed joy when she heard this. She thought she was well-behaved. Even if Dr. Hu checked, she would definitely not find anything. She even straightened her chest, opened her arms, turned around, and glanced at Kang Anan provocatively, with her expression as if she was saying, "You are dead."

Kang Anan didn't say anything, and smiled at Feng Yanqing.

One is arrogant and the other is calm. Two eyes meet. The next moment, things change, causing Feng Yanqing's pride to fall apart in an instant.

"Go back to Master, Mr. Ran, Miss Yanqing's clothes smell like folded ears."

Hu Haozhi spoke slowly, retreated to his original place, lowered his eyes and looked at the ground.

Folding ear root has always been used by the people as one of the raw materials for catching snakes, foxes, etc. It is best to lure snakes. Now it is found in Feng Yanqing, so it is no longer difficult to explain.

It was Feng Yanqing who used the folded ear root to attract blue and white snakes, and then attracted spiritual anacondas.

"Fold the ear root?" Feng Yanqing's face turned pale. He didn't know what this was, but it can be judged from the increasingly gloomy face of Mr. Feng, that this thing must not be a good thing for him.

She obviously applied rouge powder, how could she have such things on her body? Could it be?

Thinking of this, he suddenly turned his gaze to Feng Junran. The only contact she had with him was that she rushed into the room rashly and he gave her a palm. For a person with high martial arts skills, he could easily push the fine powder of the folded ear root to her.

It turned out that he had expected that she would bite backwards before setting up the whole game. It was so terrible that he just waited for her to dance.

The servants didn't understand why Feng Yanqing's eyes gradually became frightened when he looked at Feng Junran. This was Mr. Ran, who everyone admired!

Only Kang Anan knew in his heart that today's affairs were initially initiated by her, and the rest were all turned upside down by the uncle. She once again witnessed his strength and believed that at least now, the uncle still protected her. However, if this kind of protection was in the past, she would have been grateful. Now, she has changed and has become greedy, and has become not only the person who wants him, but also his heart.

In the end, Feng Yanqing was confined for three months. The punishment was not serious. She could barely bear it. Who made Kang Anan's dirty hoof protect her?

Brother Qize, when can you protect me like this? Even if there is a fire pit in front of you, I will only jump for you!

Thinking of this, I felt even more sad. With tears in my eyes, Feng Yanqing actually saw the person he was just talking about was coming towards him.

Are you dreaming?

"Brother Qi Ze!" Feng Yanqing stood up, wiped his tears, and greeted him happily.

Feng Qize looked at her coldly, and even hid in disgust when she was about to be next to him.

He seemed to have just returned from work outside, his face was exhausted, his clothes were still soaked in coldness, and the coldness in his eyes was frozen, and the enthusiasm on Feng Yanqing's face was frozen.

"What's wrong with An An?"

He had just hid Meng Chang'an. As soon as he returned to his house, he heard the servants' private discussion. Feng Yanqing and Kang An'an had a dispute. Before he could hear the whole thing, he went straight to the villa where Feng Yanqing lived. Was he dazzled? He actually saw Feng Yanqing sitting on the steps and crying.

"What's wrong with her?" Feng Yanqing repeated, his eyes wide open with a bronze bell. After a while, he suddenly laughed, "Brother Qi Ze, I was framed and bullied by her. Instead, you asked me what's wrong with her? Kang Anan is now protected by his uncle. Who are you? What's your identity? Do you think you can move her with your sincerity, approach her, and let her be with you?"

As soon as this said, Feng Qize was filled with sinister eyes. His identity has always been his pain point. His identity was Feng Qikang's younger brother, and he could not fight for it! Now, his identity is Feng Junran's nephew, and he could not rob him!

Identity! All identities are tied up! Is imprisoned!

But who said whose identity is wrong? If Meng Changan stood up to prove An An’s true identity, wouldn’t his uncle’s identity become a ravine that he and An An could not cross?

"That's what I think, what?" Feng Qize suddenly curled the corners of his mouth and walked towards Feng Yanqing. His expression seemed to be about to succeed in his prey. His whole body was filled with comfortable pleasure. His voice was not high, and he was tired and dull, but it hurt Feng Yanqing's ears.

Feng Yanqing staggered back, drooped, and raised her again, but her eyes were already poisoned, red and a little scary. She spoke, her words full of provocation and meaning, "How close do you want to get close to her? Have you ever hugged her? Have you ever kissed her? Have you ever owned her body? Do you know what she and her uncle did in broad daylight on the first day she returned to Feng Mansion?"

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I'm asking for the name of the egg produced by the little white man in the anaconda...

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