? "Alan, do you recognize that Mr. Mo Yan?" Lan Qing'er asked deliberately. +++The latest Danmei novel ranking: lightnovelpub.net网o

Lan Qing'er hadn't spoken for a long time, and suddenly asked, and Alan was taken aback.

Alan hesitated for a moment, not knowing what to say.

"You must know, right! Tell me!" Lan Qing'er saw Alan's appearance, and she was certain that she knew it, so she asked.

Alan pondered for a while: "His Royal Concubine, I really don't know."

Lan Qing'er frowned slightly, and it seemed that Alan would not tell her, who is this Mo Yan, and why does she have a special feeling for him?

In the seventh world, Feng Yumo's body was indeed much better than before. Now he can sit up and eat, talk and laugh freely, and he can even let Lan Qing'er support him and get out of bed to stand for a while.

On the eighth day, she took some snacks and wanted to thank Mo Yan.

The room was filled with a faint fragrance of medicine, and the sun shone through the edge of the window, casting a golden halo by the bed.

Feng Yumo lay on the bed to rest, with a steady breath and a calm expression.

Lan Qing'er's steps were light, but Feng Yumo was awakened.

"Honey, here you are."

The black eyes had the same style as before, and the scorching gaze cast on Lan Qing'er, Feng Yumo half propped up, a smile on his lips.

Lan Qing'er smiled slightly and put the snack she was holding on the table. She looked around, but did not see Mo Yan.

"Where is Mr. Mo Yan?" Lan Qing'er asked.

Feng Yumo immediately vigilantly tested: "Are you looking for him?"

"En," Lan Qing'er answered honestly. She pointed to the dim sum on the table, "Mr. Mo Yan has spent a lot of effort on the injuries of the Crown Prince. If it were not for his help, the Crown Prince's body would not be good enough. The recovery was so fast, so today I specially asked Alan to buy some snacks and wanted to thank him."

"Oh, he's gone." Feng Yu replied lightly, unable to hear the ups and downs.

"Gone? When did you leave? Why didn't you tell me?" Lan Qing'er always felt that her enthusiasm was put aside again before she said thanks.

Feng Yumo shook his head disapprovingly, and while observing Lan Qing'er's reaction secretly, he said, "Mo Yan is like this. He has always been alone, and he left without saying goodbye last time. Neto"

Lan Qing'er squinted at Feng Yumo, and countless possibilities flashed through his mind, and finally couldn't help but smile: "You and Mr. Mo are very ambiguous..."

Lan Qing'er said very meaningfully, and the last word "Ah" made the voice even longer. Although there was still a faint smile on Feng Yumo's face, it stiffened: "My dear, where did you want to go," Husband, Mo Yan and I haven't seen each other for a long time. There are some things to discuss in detail, dear, don't think too much."

"Oh, haha." As a woman from the 21st century, she is very open-minded, but to be honest, Mo Yan is also too handsome, and traveling around the world, she must have attracted many girls.

"My dear," Feng Yumo said in his heart as Lan Qing'er smiled stupidly, "My dear, you really don't think too much, I have nothing to do with Mo Yan."

"Come on, I don't think too much about it, His Royal Highness, don't worry." Lan Qing'er was amused secretly in her heart, as if there was such a thing, she was just joking.

At this moment, Alan was holding the tray in her hand, and the tray was covered with a porcelain lid. He brought Xiaoyu and Qin Lan to Feng Yumo's room. Before they arrived, they yelled: "Your Royal Highness, His Royal Highness, I will eat it. !"

As soon as Alan’s voice fell, people arrived in the room and saw Feng Yumo and Lan Qing’er expressing affection, and they couldn’t help but said in embarrassment: "His Royal Highness...His Royal Concubine, I didn’t mean it... …"

Looking at Alan’s naive face, Lan Qing'er laughed, walked over to help her take the tray, and put it on the table: "You’re welcome, it’s my family, don’t say that." After that, she lifted the lid. , Suddenly a scent of sweet-scented osmanthus came over, the whole world

As if lit up, Lan Qing'er closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

"It smells so good!" Lan Qing'er couldn't help but praised.

"His Royal Concubine, this is the first time the aunt made sweet-scented osmanthus cakes, as long as His Royal Highness likes it." Alan smiled.

"I like it, of course I like it," Lan Qing'er said and couldn't help but pick up a piece of cake and put it in her mouth. It was sweet, not as delicious as the cake from her previous life, but it had a different flavor: "Well, it's delicious. It's delicious! Don't look at it, let's eat together!"

Seeing Lan Qing'er eating so happily, Alan smiled from ear to ear, and greeted Xiaoyu and Qin Lan to sit down together. Lan Qing'er took a small dish, sandwiched two pieces of sweet-scented osmanthus steamed cake and placed it on the dish. Next to Feng Yumo. Net o

"His Royal Highness, would you like to try it too? There is no glutinous rice here."

There was tenderness in Feng Yu's ink eyes, nodded, and she was about to reach for it. Lan Qing'er shook her head, clamped a piece with chopsticks, and handed it to his mouth: "Come on, open your mouth, ah..."

Feng Yumo blinked, Lan Qing'er coaxed him like a child, couldn't help but smile softly, opened her mouth, only a scent of sweetness overflowed into her mouth, and her heart suddenly became sweet.

"Is it delicious?" Lan Qinger asked nervously, as if she made this sweet-scented osmanthus steamed cake.

Feng Yumo nodded while biting the sweet-scented osmanthus cake: "It's delicious."

"Just delicious, hey, your Royal Highness likes sugary food?"

Feng Yu said with a dark eye, "As long as Qing'er likes it, I like her husband too."

Lan Qinger's heart was suffocated, like a drop of water dripping into the calm lake of mind, the ripples spread from small to large, moving and moving, her face was slightly red, she lowered her head, and picked up another piece of sweet-scented osmanthus. The cake was handed to Feng Yumo's mouth.

Feng Yumo opened his mouth and ate the cake that Lan Qing'er handed over.

"Wow... it's so sweet..." Xiaoyu bit her chopsticks, her eyes blurred.

"Well, this osmanthus cake is very sweet." Alan bit the osmanthus cake in his mouth, not knowing what Xiaoyu was talking about.

Alan scratched Alan's eyes, and murmured at the unknowingly funny guy, and then learned Xiaoyu's thoughts.

When Feng Yumo lay down like this, she lay down for more than half a month. During this time, Lan Qing'er was very worried. She was stared at by the stairs. She didn't have anything to do with her. The thing she was most afraid of was to hurt Feng Yumo, but Feng Yumo's injury was very serious. Seriously, if no one is supporting you, you can’t get down to the ground. The worst thing is that you will cough up some blood from time to time. Looking at the dark blood, Lan Qing'er feels like a big hand is stuck in her throat, tightly. The pinch in general.

It was a royal prince whose fate was too difficult, and Feng Yumo was the first in history to be the prince so sad.

It was late autumn and everything was quiet. During this month, the building did not send anyone to bother. Feng Yumo was able to get out of bed and walk around, but stuck to her all day long. Sometimes she wanted to go back to the Lanzhai. She stood outside for half an hour without knowing what he was thinking, her eyes were always so clear, but so deep.

She was very unbearable, very unbearable...every time she went home, she felt that she was very guilty.

Sometimes she really wonders, did Feng Yumo use this method to keep her, telling her that she is his wife?

"His Royal Highness, the weather is so cold, don't go out, okay?" Lan Qing'er took a coat and put on Feng Yumo, with Feng Yumo's Shulou on the next table.

Lan Qing'er was cold, and couldn't help feeling: "I wear so many clothes, why are my hands so cold."

Feng Yumo smiled and said, "Well, it's a side effect after Mo Yan gave me the medicine. My hands and feet are cold, and it will be fine in a while. Qing'er don't worry about it," said Shulou, Feng Yumo Then he said, "Qing'er, I'm going out. There is a stove in the kitchen. If it feels cold, let Alan move in."

Lan Qing'er twitched at the corner of her eyebrows, and stepped forward and said, "Husband, did Qing'er say to let you go out alone?"

Feng Yumo was stunned: "That's..."

"Of course the husband and wife act together

! Still need to ask! Lan Qing'er gave him a white look.

Seeing that Yi Long and Yi Feng ignored her, Yang Yun shouted louder: "Come here! Someone poisoned my daughter, is there anyone who is fair?"

"Is it your daughter?" Yi Long stunned Yang Yun coldly, and ordered Zhang Ergou next to him, "Go get their hair and send it for examination!"

Zhang Ergou originally thought that as long as Feng Slave was sent to the hospital, he would be able to sleep in the car with peace of mind. This day, all the same, he was about to have a heart attack.

But Young Master gave an order, he seemed unable to refuse.

He is not the only one who is paid, so why does he do everything? Thinking of this, Zhang Ergou felt a little unbalanced, his feet did not speed up, and he looked reluctant.

"I'll increase your salary!" After Yi Feng said this, she helped Feng Nu go in. She knew that she didn't have to worry about the rest, and Zhang Ergou would take care of it 100%.

Sure enough, when Zhang Ergou heard the three words "increased wages", his eyes brightened a lot. Today was a lucky day. The young lady actually helped him increase his salary twice, although he didn't know what the salary standard was for the young lady, and he didn't know when the salary was increased. But he feels at ease, it's hard for a daughter to buy him Zhang Ergou willingly!

"I'm sorry, let's get some hair strands." Zhang Ergou finished speaking like Yang Yun pounced. Yang Yun struggled and shouted, but Zhang Ergou succeeded in getting her hair.

Then he ran to the place where the wind was strong, and he pulled out a few hairs when he was unprepared. When the wind reacted, Zhang Ergou had already run away with their hair!

Seeing that he had successfully pulled Feng Qiang's hair, Yang Yun immediately stomped her feet in anger. What if they really did it!

Feng Qiang saw Yang Yun look furious, and thought she was worried that her medical expenses would not be paid, and when she was about to say something, Yang Yun spoke first.

"This is really over. They are going to check whether the wind slave is our own. If this is really found out, I won't give her food and drink for nothing these years!"

Feng Qiang realized why Yang Yun was so anxious. It turned out that Feng Slave's identity was exposed, "Why did they even think about it?"

"Blame me! Blame me!" Yang Yun slapped herself severely after she finished speaking, and blamed me for being too angry at the time and letting go! "Yang Yun managed to raise Feng Slave so that she can sell it, but she ran away with someone. Can she not be angry!"

Feng Qiang's expression dodged for a moment, but it quickly returned to her normal appearance. Yang Yun seemed to smell the strangeness in the air. Is Feng Slave's identity still a secret she didn't know?

"Can you explain to me clearly, whose child is Feng Slave?" Yang Yun was originally pungent, and she asked sharply at this time. Now that I think about it carefully, I really think that many details of adopting Feng Slave are problematic.

"We picked it up... kid!" Feng Qiang was a little frustrated. He was not afraid of Yang Yun, but now that his arm is gone, he has become a disabled person, naturally a little afraid that Yang Yun will abandon him.

"You tell me the truth!" How can Yang Yun not see that he is lying?

Feng Qiang thinks over and over again, but considers honestly, "It's my child."

Yang Yun wanted to kill him. "Whose child are you with? Was it in the massage room back then?" Feng Qiang was obsessed with a woman in the massage room at the beginning and turned a blind eye to her and his son. She had given up her heart to him, but in the end he turned around inexplicably. She was also immersed in his deceit and didn't think much about it. Now the investigation is full of strangeness. Co-authored for so many years, she helped her husband and woman raise children?

At this time, Feng Qiang can only confess honestly. The girl who massaged the child threw the child to him and ran away with others. He also couldn't bear his kind of living on the street, which made Ji bring back home. Over the years, for fear of Yang Yun's suspicion, he has been indifferent to Feng Slave, and even sold her in order to pay off the debt. Now that he has ended up like this, it may be retribution!