Ling Luoyu's words obviously made Nan Ling's heart moved, and his eyes flashed.

She is right!

Women must live for themselves!

Why give up on yourself because of a scumbag?!

Ling Luoyu fainted and lowered his voice: "Miss Nanling, you are wrong, but you are not doing the wrong thing, but just giving your sincerity! Your life has just begun, and the best revenge for him is to live more wonderfully than him, so that the scumbag can't stand it!"

Nan Ling suddenly grabbed her wrist and struggled to hold it.

"Take out that... kid!"

Ling Luoyu's lips curled up and smiled: "Then you are ready to welcome your new life!"

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Door.

Feng Chenglin's eyes were occasionally aimed at the door, and he was staring at the pale Wen Liu, confused.

"What are these three young masters doing inside!! Senior Brother Wen, what's wrong with Miss Nan Ling? Why are shed so much blood!?"

Wen Liu turned his head instantly and looked at his eyes with a sharp look that he had never seen before.

Feng Chenglin felt so angry when he was seen and he quickly grinned.

"That... I just said it casually, it's nothing else! If you don't want to say it, you'll just pretend I didn't ask..."

With his eyes curled, he retracted his gaze and mumbled.

"What's the point of being a fierce person? It's not like me who harmed Senior Sister Nan Ling..."

Before he finished speaking, Wen Liu's wrist sank and punched him on the shoulder.

"What are you talking nonsense?!"

Fatty Feng was stunned.

Wen Liu has always been synonymous with gentleness and elegance, and he has never looked like a rush and white face.

Now that I suddenly come here for this, it would be strange if Fatty Feng is not confused.

"Senior Brother Wen, what kind of wind are you smoking?"

"Feng Chenglin, I warn you, put your mouth cleaner..."

Feng Chenglin was instantly furious: "Fuck! Wen Liu, give me some rules too! Why did this young master mess with you? Why do you hit me?"

He roared and rolled up his sleeves, and acted as he wanted to fight back.

"Squeak!"

The door opens.

Ling Luoyu walked out with an unhappy look on his face and threw the bloody clothes to Wen Liu.

"You still have the heart to grind your teeth with others here?! Send her clothes and toiletries!"

Wen Liu didn't understand for a moment: "Send it here?"

"Nonsense! She is very weak now and needs special care. How can she not rest without resting??"

Wen Liu responded quickly and ran away in his bloody clothes.

Feng Chenglin waved his fist unhappily at his back: "Don't leave if you have the ability, let's fight for 300 rounds!"

Ling Luoyu looked at him like an idiot: "He was green and very hot. If you want to be his punching bag, just go there without hesitation..."

Feng Chenglin blinked in confusion: "Being green?! What's being green? His face was scared green?!"

Ling Luoyu: "..."

This is probably the true meaning of playing the piano for a cow!

Her eyes made Feng Chenglin feel embarrassed, and she couldn't help but look at the room with her head raised.

"How is Miss Nan Ling?"

Before I could see anything at first sight, I saw something flying out.

He instinctively turned his head away.

"Bang!"

A wooden tub rolled to the ground.

"What's this for?!"

Before he could come back to his senses, a feather duster instantly whipped it.

Wen Xi's angry curses also followed.

"Fatty, you are really a terrified lewd embryo! You dare to peek..."

"Bang!"

The feather duster in her hand fell down firmly, and the fat man screamed sorrowful that he could not dodge.

"A good man won't fight with a woman! I am not serious today..."
Chapter completed!