Chapter 209 Angry? (Two more)

  When Leng Sa and Fu Fengcheng returned to Fu's house, Xiao Yiran naturally followed him. He said that when he came to Yongcheng, he would naturally visit Fu Dujun.

  After arriving at Fu’s house, Xiao Yiran really went to see Governor Fu, but Fu Fengcheng did not follow him but went back to his yard with Leng Sa. He was obviously not interested in what Xiao Yiran and Governor Fu had to say.

  Leng Sa is really not optimistic about the marriage of Xiao Haoran and Leng Mingshu.

  The attitude of the Xiao family does not seem to be serious about marrying a daughter-in-law. Not long ago, they were planning to divorce. It has only been a long time since they sent someone to propose marriage. The wedding date is still arranged at such a close time.

   However, it is impossible for the Leng family to listen to her opinion, even Leng Mingshu would not listen to her. In Leng Mingshu's view, it was not for her good that Leng Sa prevented her from marrying Xiao Haoran, it was more like being jealous of her marrying a good family.

  Leng Sa sat on the swing and sighed softly.

   "What are you thinking about? In a bad mood?" Fu Fengcheng asked while pushing the wheelchair over and looking at her.

  Leng Sa got down from the swing and sat down on the stone bench next to him, "I was thinking about the marriage of Leng Mingshu and Xiao Haoran."

  Fu Fengcheng said: “There is nothing to think about. The Xiao family’s wanting to remarry proves that the Leng family has little meaning to them. Even if the emperor and Xiao Yiran put pressure on it, this marriage is meaningless.”

   Leng Sa said: "So, why on earth does the old man have to marry Leng Mingshu to Xiao Hao but not someone else? Where does his confidence come from and what benefits can the Leng family's current strength get from the Xiao family?"

   Fu Fengcheng shook his head, “If you don’t want this marriage to be done, it’s easy.”

  Leng Sa certainly understood what he meant. There were many ways to stop this marriage, and it was not only the Xiao family that could decide.

  Leng Sa thought for a while and shook his head: "Forget it, since the old lady insists, they can figure it out by themselves. I also want to know...what the old lady wants to do."

  "Why are you in a bad mood?" Fu Fengcheng looked at her and asked, Leng Sa smiled, "I just think...Leng Mingshu, a girl being treated as a chess piece is a bit sad."

   "This is her own choice." Fu Fengcheng didn't care about being authentic.

   "The Leng family educates her like that. In fact, she has no other choice." Leng Sa sighed softly.

  People's thoughts are very stubborn, especially the thoughts that have been cultivated since childhood.

  Even if there are a thousand roads in front of him, Leng Mingshu, who is constrained by the Leng family’s education, may only choose that one. Some people in this world will feel resistance, but more people choose to indulge.

  Except for enough unforgettable pain, nothing can awaken them. Before that, any persuasion suggestion was heresy in their eyes.

  Fu Fengcheng said: "So, Madam is not at all like the person educated by the Leng family."

   smiled coldly, "So, Young Master Fu is not very similar to the rest of the Fu family."

  Everyone is stocked, and the Fu family is rich in ordinary people who do nothing, but the young and old Fu thrive, and they really don’t look like the rest of the Fu family.

  But I think again, Fu Dujun was born in an ordinary merchant family. He has been studying for a few years in private school since he was a child. He developed the current Southern Six Provinces based on his passion and ambition when he was young. He is also a self-taught wizard, so he looks very similar to Fu Dashao.

  Fu Fengcheng said: "So...I and my wife are also a natural couple?"

   "..." Leng Sa stared at Fu Fengcheng without speaking for a while, Fu Fengcheng was a little puzzled, "What is the madam looking at?"

  Look at your personal setting about to collapse.

  Leng Sa leaned over and got close to Fu Fengcheng, staring at his handsome face with some curiosity and carefully examining it, "How do I feel that you are talking a little strange today."

   "Where is it strange?" Fu Fengcheng asked calmly.

   said coldly: "Always say some weird things, which do not fit your Fu Dayo's style at all?" Say a few more words, she will think this guy is teasing her.

  "..." I don't want to talk anymore.

   Fu Fengcheng backed away, turned the wheelchair, and walked away.

  Leng Sa was thrown in place and blinked twice quickly, very puzzled. "Are you upset again?" What happened to this guy today? Why does the mood go up and down?

   "Madam, are you angry?" Lan Jing held a plate of fruits and asked cautiously, lowering her voice.

   Raised eyebrows coldly, "How do you know?"

  Lan Jing compared it to her face, "I saw it when I first entered the study, and his face was... gloomy and dripping."

  Although it is said that Young Master Fu became gloomy and violent because of his injury, the legend is after all a legend. At least Lan Jing and Yuan Yinglai hadn't felt how bad the temper of Fu Dayoung was these days.

  But...this does not mean that Lan Jing will not be afraid when Fu Dashao is upset.

   "It's okay, there are always a few days a month." Leng Sa calmly said.

  "Are you sure?" Lan Jing asked.

   Leng Sa hesitated for a moment, "Should... right?" I haven’t heard of anything that upset Fu Dashao today, is it because of Xiao Yiran?

  Lengsa walked into the study with a plate of fruits, Xia Wei'an and Xu Shaoming were standing in front of the desk and were frozen like two small animals trembling in the wind by Fu Dashao's low air pressure and the cold spit out of his mouth.

   Seeing Leng Sa coming in, Xu Shaoming winked at her frantically, Madam Young, help.

  Actually, Shao Fu was quite elegant when he got angry. He neither patted the table or scolded his mother like Governor Fu, nor did he throw things like Mrs. Fu, let alone beat people.

  But as long as you stand there being stared at by his icy eyes, and listening to his cold as if emotionless voice, most people will want to dig a pit and bury themselves in the same place.

  Leng Sa stood in place and hesitated whether he should just withdraw as if he hadn’t seen Xu Shaoming’s call for help. After all, she doesn't guarantee that Fu Fengcheng will turn her muzzle at her. If Fu Fengcheng gets angry at her, will she do it?

   Fu Fengcheng who was talking saw Leng Sa and paused for a while, and only when Leng Sa was about to slip away did he hear Fu Fengcheng say: "That's it, let's do something."

  Xu Shaoming and Xia Wei'an breathed a sigh of relief at the same time, but Xia Wei'an behaved more obscurely.

  Xu Shaoming looked like an amnesty, and quickly pulled over the documents on the table, dragged Xia Wei'an and ran out.

  "..."

  The study is quiet.

  Leng Sa looked at the empty study, and then at his study behind him, hesitatingly took a step back.

   "Come over and talk if you have something." Fu Fengcheng looked down at the file before him, and said lightly.

   Lengsa laughed dryly, "It's okay, just ask if you eat fruit?" I left without eating.

"bring here."

All right.

  Leng Sa sighed in his heart, and walked over with the fruit plate.

   slandered secretly in her heart, listening to Lan Jing's encouragement and running to see why Fu Fengcheng was angry is so stupid.

   Put the fruit on the table and pushed it towards Fu Fengcheng, "Here, eat it. It's washed."

  Fu Fengcheng glanced at the fruit on the table that exuded the sweet smell of water and spirit, and did not speak. Leng Sa felt that the atmosphere was simply suffocating.

  Simply leaned over on the table, propped his chin and looked at Fu Fengcheng, "Are you angry?"

   "No." Fu Fengcheng said lightly.

  Leng Sa tilted her head and looked carefully for a while, and sincerely suggested, "Would you like to look in the mirror?" Although Fu Dashao is noble and glamorous everyday, there is a difference between indifference and gloomy, right?

  Fu Fengcheng put down the pen in his hand and looked up at her.

  Lengchao smiled and looked at him, without any intention of retreating or fearing.

  "Madam wants to know why I am angry?" Fu Fengcheng asked, leaning on the back of the chair behind him, raising his eyebrows.

   said coldly: "So, I am really angry."

   "Come here, I will tell you." Fu Fengcheng said.

   Leng Sa stood up and smiled at him, "Are you stupid?" Now, what if this guy sneaks on her?

  Fu Fengcheng took a deep breath and said calmly, "Come here, I won't do it."

  Leng Sa looked at him suspiciously, but was still driven by strong curiosity.

  She wasn't really afraid of him doing it, mainly because even if it started fighting, she wouldn't be happy and boring.

  Others might even blame her for bullying.

  Walking up to Fu Fengcheng, Leng Sa squatted down very accommodatingly, and said, "Let’s go, young master, who made you angry today?"

  Fu Fengcheng Road, "You."

   "Me?!" Leng Sa opened his eyes wide, and said dissatisfiedly: "Where did I make you angry?"

   Did she do nothing today?

   "You have less blood, I didn't do anything today."

  Fu Fengcheng was about to speak, suddenly his face changed and he turned forward. Leng Sa reacted very quickly and quickly supported him, "Hello?! What's wrong with you? I really didn't do anything."

   "It's okay!" Fu Fengcheng's face leaned against Leng Sa's shoulder, one hand supported the wheelchair arm, gritted his teeth.

  Although he said it was okay, Leng Sa could feel the tightness and stiffness of the muscles under her hands, and for a while she wetted the sweat from her shoulders.

   "Where does it hurt? Is it a leg?" Leng Sa put aside the question just now and asked in a deep voice.

   Fu Fengcheng leaned on him, closed his eyes and endured the sudden pain, before he said in a deep voice, "It's okay, don't worry."

  It's just that the voice has a bit of obvious weakness, as if it is squeezed out of the teeth.

  Leng Sa took a deep breath, turned his head and said to the outside, "Lan Jing, call the doctor over!"

  The next moment, Fu Fengcheng could no longer sit still and fell directly from the wheelchair. Leng Sa quickly got up and pressed the back of the wheelchair with one hand, and pulled him back into the chair with one hand.

  When he looked down again, Fu Fengcheng had passed out in a coma.

  Even in a coma, he still frowned, and the muscles under his clothes were still tight or even slightly twitching. Obviously, even the severe pain in the coma was still tormenting him.

  Leng Sa looked at his sweaty face, and he couldn't help but cast a heavy shadow in his heart.

  　-_-||~ I almost fell asleep~ It was a few minutes late, what?

  　　

  　

  (End of this chapter)