Guan Xilin, who was waiting for his reply, saw him staring at the carriage behind him in a daze, his face suddenly turned dark, and he moved to the left, and the whole big guy stood in front of him like that.

"I said, what are you looking at?"

"Brother Murong, do you know the people in the carriage?"

Feng Qingge walked over slowly and asked softly, his eyes also landed on the carriage, then moved away, and looked at Guan Xilin and smiled: "This young master, since he is my brother Murong, he is also my Feng Qingge's friend. Who is the young master in the carriage? Why not, please come out and see me?"

She had been watching there for a while, and was really confused. The infatuated expression on Murong Yixuan's face made her feel a sense of crisis for the first time after replacing Feng Qingge's identity. Such a gaze was too familiar and made her heart tremble.

Once upon a time, she looked at her quietly like before, watching him look at Feng Qingge intently with that gentle and affectionate look. However, since she replaced this identity, she felt that he had always lacked the affection and tenderness he had for her in the past for Feng Qingge.

Even when he looked at her, he spoke gentle words and was considerate to her, but he was as sensitive as her, he still noticed it.

This made her uneasy, but she didn't dare to go into it, for fear that the final result would be something she could not bear. She kept neglecting it and told herself that she was thinking too much.

But just now, she was standing there, watching him lift the man down in the curtain, and the look he looked into the carriage almost broke down.

No need to look at it, the woman's intuition also knows that the person in the carriage must be a woman, but what kind of woman is it? How could he make him lose his composure like this?

Guan Xilin looked at her like an idiot: "Do I know you very well? Are my sister very well-known to you? If you want to meet her, she will come out to let you meet her?"

Feng Qingge's face was not very good when he heard this, but he did not make a fuss. Instead, he turned to look at the carriage and whispered: "Girl, meeting is fate, why not come out and see each other?"

Fengjiu in the carriage played with her hair hanging down on her chest, her eyes narrowed slightly, and a playful and evil smile on the corners of her lips under the veil. Her voice was heard slowly, with three points of laziness and seven points of carelessness.

"Do I know you? Why do you want to go out to see you?"

Listening to the sound coming from the carriage, Feng Qingge was slightly stunned, as if he was a little familiar.

She was not the only one who felt this. Even Murong Yixuan was slightly stunned. The voice was somewhat similar to Qingge's, but also a little different, because there was a casual laziness in the voice, which was very seductive.

Perhaps it was the familiar voice that made her feel uneasy. She actually passed Guan Xilin in front and reached the side of the carriage to lift the curtain. However, before the extended hand touched the curtain, she was grabbed by a pair of big hands.

"what you do!"

Guan Xilin stared at the beautiful woman with a dark face and stared at the beautiful woman with great displeasure. She felt that her mind was full of face and she couldn't understand human words at all.

"Let go!"

Feng Qingge scolded and frowned at the hand holding her wrist.

Guan Xilin pulled her back two steps before letting go of her hand, looking disgusted: "If you hadn't wanted to lift the curtain, would you think I wanted to hold your hand?"

"Bang!"

"Qingge!" Murong Yixuan's face changed slightly, and he hurried forward.
Chapter completed!