The fishing woman turned around with a bad look: "Where is the person?"

Feng Chenglin also glared at the eyes and responded unhappily: "Human... didn't you see it? Not here!!"

"Where has he gone?"

"How do I know?! He has hands and feet... and he is still a man... There are so many Qinlou Chuguan in this village, maybe... he went to the pile of girls in that house and asked the girls to drink!"

Unhappy with Ding Miao's actions alone, Feng Chenglin still defended Ding Temple.

"Is that true?" The fishing woman sneered: "Why didn't I realize that this young man is a person who loves to drink flower wine?"

"How long have you known him? He has gone too much...you..."

Before Feng Chenglin could finish his words, he saw the fisherman hurried out to the door.

He and Zhou Yan looked at each other, looked at the bed in Ding Temple, and frowned.

"Bang!"

The sound of hitting the door was heard outside again.

The two of them looked up instantly and looked at each other—

"This is……"

"San Jung's room?"

“…”

That fisherman won’t kick Ling Luoyu’s door again, right?

The two of them hurriedly walked out.

When I saw it, my expression changed.

Sure enough—

Ling Luoyu's door had been kicked open at this time.

At the entrance of the stairs on the second floor, the shopkeeper and the waiter were lying at this side.

However, no one came over.

Zhou Yan waved his hands to the two of them quietly and signaled them to leave.

——They don’t want to wade through this muddy water, and others don’t want to get involved!

The waiter of the shopkeeper understood and immediately turned around and went downstairs without looking back.

Tonight, it's probably going to be in chaos!

The fisherman looked at Zhou Yan and Feng Chenglin fiercely and walked into Ling Luoyu's room.

Feng Chenglin did not follow in, but tilted his head and looked inside thoughtfully.

Zhou Yan frowned: "Don't you... follow up?"

"What are you following? Look!" Feng Chenglin muttered without hesitation.

What are you doing in?!

"Let's just... look?"

"Why don't you watch it? Go in and splash all over your body?!"

Zhou Yan: “…”

Judging from this rhythm, it doesn’t seem like it’s about to splash blood!

"Let's go!"

After pulling Feng Chenglin, the two of them walked into Ling Luoyu's room.

Just like before, he was still standing in front of the bed with a fishing lady, and his expression was also wrong.

Zhou Yan and Feng Chenglin looked at each other, walked over, tilted their heads and looked at the bed.

After a glance, both of them changed drastically—

On the bed, Ling Luoyu was tilting his arms on Dingmiao's chest, and one leg pressed against him unscrupulously.

The two of them were wearing only the middle clothes and were sleeping soundly.

Feng Chenglin: "..."

Which drama is this singing?!

Why did these two people get in the same room and in the same bed?

Zhou Yan's face changed a few times. He suddenly shook his hand and turned around, knocked away Feng Chenglin's shoulder, and walked out with heavy steps.

Feng Chenglin: "..."

have to!!

This is the rhythm of fire!

But, it's not your turn to get angry!

The fishing lady's face was also very bad: "How come they... how could they be together?"

Feng Chenglin hugged his arms with his hands and glanced at him with his eyes: "Why can't they be together?"

Scratching his head, his face full of smirks.

"You won't really fall in love with our young man, right? Then I'm really embarrassed... Our young man is really not interested in women!"

The fisherman's pupils instantly shrank, and he looked at Feng Chenglin with great interest.

Feng Chenglin also looked at her provocatively.

for a long time--

"snort!"
Chapter completed!