Dingdang's eyes flashed and he smiled coquettishly: "What about... Palace Master Mo? His... attitude towards Miss Ling and Miss Qing is..."

Feng Chenglin's eyes flashed with fear, and then disappeared, still shaking his head in disdain: "He? He is a man, and all men in this world are the same... Who doesn't want to have three wives and four concubines, and a group of wives and concubines, enjoying the same status as everyone else?

Blessing? But the prerequisite for this enjoyment is that there is no tigress in the house..."

Dingdang was amused, and laughed out loud, covering his mouth with his sleeves: "Mr. Feng, you are really humorous. It was in vain that I thought you were... what happened back then, I'm really embarrassed..."

"He who doesn't know is not guilty. You don't know what to predict. You know what kind of person I am, so it doesn't matter if you misunderstand me..."

Feng Chenglin chuckled, looking at Dingdang with a more ambiguous look in his eyes.

"The important thing is, as long as the current girl doesn't misunderstand me..."

"Of course not now, it's just..." Dingdang avoided his eyes and sighed sadly: "It's a pity, I knew it was too late..."

"How could it be too late?"

"Because I have to leave now..."

"Don't leave, why are you leaving!?" Feng Chenglin suddenly raised his voice, as if his wife was about to dump him, and said urgently: "Your injury hasn't healed yet. Besides, Mo

Xuanchen is not at home, why is she driving you away in such a hurry..."

Dingdang's eyes flickered, and his expression became increasingly sad: "We have to leave anyway, so what's the difference if we leave early or late?"

"That won't work, you can't leave!" Feng Chenglin jumped up anxiously and spun around twice: "In this case, you wait for me here while I go find Third Young Master..."

"Don't!"

Dingdang hurriedly pulled him, then withdrew her hand shyly and hastily.

"Mr. Feng, please don't ruin the relationship between you and Miss Ling because of me... Besides, I won't leave just yet. When I really have to leave, it won't be too late to ask you, Miss Ling, to intercede..."

"

"That's what I said, but this matter..."

Feng Chenglin was still unwilling to give up, pretending to go to Ling Luoyu, but he didn't move at all. He just followed Dingdang's movements and withdrew again.

"Well, since you said so, Miss Dingdang, if I go to see Third Young Master relentlessly, I'm afraid she will misunderstand me..."

"Misunderstanding?" Dingdang seemed to suddenly realize it, and took a breath: "Mr. Feng, please forgive me... Your lady and I..."

"My wife's name is Qingyou...Hao Qingyou, you guys really look exactly the same..."

Speaking of Hao Qingyou, Feng Chenglin's eyes instantly lit up.

"When you have the opportunity in the future, you will understand how similar you are after meeting her...Really, if it weren't for the age difference between you, I would really think that you are her twin sister.

Woolen cloth……"

"Really? Are there people who look like this in the world?"

Dingdang's eyes were a little blurred, and he looked ahead faintly.

"I grew up in the shrine. I seldom went outside and saw very few people... I never thought that there would be people like me in this world...

…”

Her eyes suddenly lit up and a bright smile broke out on her face.

"Mr. Feng, can I meet my wife? I want to see how much she and I look alike..."

"This... is a bit difficult..." Feng Chenglin's lips couldn't help but twitch, and he smiled coquettishly.
Chapter completed!