Douluo: It started when Bibi Dong tricked me into drinking tea

Chapter 112 Three women on a stage, Feng Yan is right in sight

There were many unexpected things that happened that night, and everyone involved was looking for answers.

For example, Qian Renxue originally came here to establish her authority, so how could she allow herself to act timidly?
As she spoke, Qian Renxue took the lead and walked into the room.

Ye Lingling was relatively confused. She followed Qian Renxue closely and walked into the room.

But she couldn't understand the current situation at all. Ye Lingling knew that Zhu Zhuqing was a teammate of Yan Feng, and Ye Lingling had seen her before, so who was this blonde girl wearing a hood that she had never seen before?

Besides, the atmosphere in the room seemed quite depressing. The three of them stood there without saying a word.

In such abnormal silence, Ye Lingling actually felt that she, who was usually lonely and cold, was the one who was out of place.

There was a click sound; it was the sound of Zhu Zhuqing closing the door.

Although Zhu Zhuqing closed the door very quietly, Ye Lingling still shuddered.

Fortunately, at this time, Yan Feng, who was still standing in front of the floor-length mirror, opened his eyes dazedly, which made Ye Lingling feel slightly relieved.

"Little black cat? Begonia? Little angel?" Feng rubbed his eyes, looked at them one by one, and reported their nicknames.

As if coming to his senses, Feng Yan was startled and his eyes widened immediately, "My goodness, what kind of combination is this? Severe punishment but no death?"

...

Some people are alive, but they are already dead.

Feng Yan felt that he might as well be dead.

Because living is worse than death.

When Feng Yan came to his senses and forced the alcohol out of his body, he had already commented on how Ye Lingling's black stockings were very sexy, and how Qian Renxue was not wearing stockings, which was slightly inferior. He suggested that she should wear some ultra-thin, translucent stockings.

Even Zhu Zhuqing, it was rumored that she wore a leather jacket for a day and the leather smelled very good and was very addictive.

After a while, the four of them sat down.

Originally, the four of them were not just nodding acquaintances, so there was no need for them to sit so far apart from each other.

Feng Yan was not even arranged to sit on the sofa. He was still in the wheelchair. At this moment, he was facing Qian Renxue, who naturally occupied the main seat.

Qian Renxue was fiddling with the cups on the coffee table, and a pot of tea had already been prepared by her delicate hands.

When the teacup was pushed in front of Feng Yan, he was already sweating profusely because of the dead silence.

"Sister... Miss Qian, when did you come?" Feng Yan mustered up his courage, looked at the expressionless Qian Renxue, and smiled reluctantly.

"Didn't you see me when you were fighting your spirit?" There was no emotion in Qian Renxue's words.

Feng Yan naturally knew what she meant when the fighting spirit began. Feng Yan looked towards the audience and found Xue Qinghe.

But this was the first time Feng Yan saw Qian Renxue like this.

Even if he was angry, wasn't he just accumulating strength to make a big move?

"Ahahaha...Sister Xiaoqian, you noticed it..." Feng Yan laughed awkwardly.

In order to hide his embarrassment, Feng Yan turned his head and looked at Zhu Zhuqing, who was sitting elegantly with her legs crossed on the sofa on the left. "Zhu...Zhu Qing, she is..."

"She is the widow's daughter?"

Feng Yan wanted to introduce them to each other, after all, they didn’t know each other.

Unexpectedly, Zhu Zhuqing was staring at Ye Lingling at this moment.

Zhu Zhuqing, who is usually well-behaved and cold, has a look full of hostility.

Ye Lingling was right opposite Zhu Zhuqing, sitting on the right side of Feng Yan.

The pair of legs, which were praised by Fengyan as being very slippery and with a graceful look through their black stockings, were slanted together.

Her overall black dress and black veil, paired with black combat-style cloth boots, just like Ye Lingling herself, seemed incompatible with everything that was happening now.

Ye Lingling, who originally didn't understand the situation, was a little dazed.

After Zhu Zhuqing said this, Ye Lingling became even more confused.

Why is she said to be a widow's daughter?
Ye Lingling immediately looked at Yan Feng, hoping that he could help her solve her doubts.

Feng Yan naturally understood the look, but before he could think of what to say, Zhu Zhuqing asked Qian Renxue again, "I met this sister more than a month ago, but I didn't dare to ask her name?"

"Qian Renxue." Picking up the teacup and exhaling the hot air, Qian Renxue said her own name.

"It turns out to be Sister Xiaoqian." Zhu Zhuqing acted as if she didn't hear how Feng Yan called Qian Renxue.

Then, Zhu Zhuqing asked straightforwardly, "I wonder why you came to see me last time?"

Qian Renxue put down the teacup and looked at Zhu Zhuqing with a smile, "Nothing happened. It's just that two more sisters appeared when I was unaware. I have to meet them."

"Two sisters? Am I one of them?" Ye Lingling, a girl, finally realized something was wrong, and she frowned.

Ye Lingling didn't understand what was wrong with her, but she just wanted to ask, "Yan Feng, are they your girlfriends?"

Feng Yan was already too nervous to even breathe, and Ye Lingling's question pushed his nervousness to the edge of the cliff.

Staring with disbelief, Feng Yan screamed in his heart: Miss Ye! I didn't provoke you, did I?! After not seeing you for a few years, you want to send me to the guillotine?!

It was at this time that Qian Renxue shook her head and smiled gently, "Not really."

This time Feng Yan's head was completely screwed.

At least Feng Yan thought that if Qian Renxue affirmed it, it would be reasonable.

She denied it, so what? She must be angry, right?! She's going to lose her temper right now, right?!

But before Feng Yan could react, Qian Renxue and Zhu Zhuqing looked at him almost at the same time and spoke almost at the same time.

"I am Xiaoyan's wife."

"I'm his girlfriend."

For a moment, you could hear a pin drop in the living room.

Feng Yan's brain was completely shut down.

"This..." Ye Lingling was of course equally at a loss. She stood up and didn't dare to look at Yan Feng anymore.

"Yan Feng, I may not be suitable for this occasion. You guys can chat. I'm leaving first."

After bowing, Ye Lingling immediately walked out of the door.

She suddenly felt a lot more wronged, and habitually wanted to find a quiet place where no one was around. "Wait."

However, Qian Renxue stopped Ye Lingling.

"Xiaoyan has a problem with her body. You are the healing spirit master of Jiuxin Haitang. How about staying and taking a look together?"

Originally, Qian Renxue didn't call Ye Lingling to stop, but instead asked her to walk faster and faster.

After hearing that Yan Feng had health problems, Ye Lingling couldn't walk anymore.

"Nine-Hearted Begonia? No wonder your last name is Ye..." Zhu Zhuqing was no longer annoyed for a moment.

Zhu Zhuqing had long accepted the fact that Feng Yan had many other women, but the problem was that the sudden appearance of one more woman overturned Feng Yan's image as a person who did not dare to mess around.

Are domestic flowers less fragrant than wild flowers? Or are wild flowers less fragrant than stolen ones?
If this is true, Zhu Zhuqing feels that she must carefully examine her relationship with Feng Yan.

Just like admitting that she was Yan Feng's girlfriend, Zhu Zhuqing followed Ning Rongrong's example and wanted to test the waters.

Zhu Zhuqing didn't expect that Qian Renxue would directly call herself the wife of Yan Feng and said it at the same time as she did.

However, what made Zhu Zhuqing happy was that although Ye Lingling also seemed to be jealous, Qian Renxue's expression was more obvious.

Jiuxin Haitang has always been a lonely woman, so this Miss Ye should not be the daughter of a widow.

After this back and forth, Zhu Zhuqing had roughly figured out the situation.

This Qian Renxue is most likely the widow's daughter, and Ye Lingling might just be a girl who simply likes Yan Feng.

In this case, Zhu Zhuqing wanted to see who this powerful widow's daughter was, whom no one dared to mention.

"Mr. Yan has a buildup of soul power in his body, which has led to his paralysis. I wonder if Sister Xiaoqian has a solution?"

However, before Qian Renxue could open her mouth, Miss Ye Lingling's brows were raised, "Soul power accumulation leads to paralysis?!"

She immediately turned around, came to Feng Yan, grabbed his wrist and started to examine it.

"My hair is fine and has no split ends. My body is strong and healthy. My face is rosy and shiny. My skin is smooth and elastic. I am no longer as weak as before..."

In front of Qian Renxue and Zhu Zhuqing, Ye Lingling touched Feng Yan all over his body while speaking.

Finally, Ye Lingling grabbed Feng Yan's hand and said with a mixture of worry and surprise: "Yan Feng, is your poison cured?"

"Is it...detoxed...right?" Judging from the two murderous gazes, Feng Yan couldn't figure out whether he should detoxify himself.

Seeing Yan Feng in such an awkward state, Ye Lingling was startled and took two steps back timidly.

This is how she checked Yan Feng's physical condition in the past, but Yan Feng was still young at that time, and now it was in front of his girlfriend. How could Ye Lingling not panic?
Looking at Yan Feng's peerless appearance, for a moment, Ye Lingling's mind was filled with the touch of Yan Feng's body.

What about the strong body and smooth skin?

The sound was bouncy and sticky, but Ye Lingling didn't know what situation she was in. Suddenly she felt dizzy, as if the strength in her body was being drained away by the 'Yan Feng' in front of her.

Her feet went soft and Ye Lingling retreated to the wall.

When she came to her senses, Ye Lingling placed her hand on her chest and realized that her heart was beating very fast.

Her heavy breathing hit the veil, condensing into water vapor on it, and even the stockings under her feet became slippery and sticky.

Fortunately, her presence was as weak as ever, and Qian Renxue had already checked Yan Feng's body, and no one noticed her abnormality.

With her knees pressed against the hotel coffee table, Qian Renxue leaned forward.

The golden soul power with sacred attributes flowed and leaped between her fingers, sliding from Feng Yan's forehead to the corners of his mouth and lips, gradually from his cheeks to his neck, and then to his chest and lower abdomen.

After examining Feng Yan's body, Qian Renxue was quite puzzled and asked, "It is indeed strange. It seems like the accumulation of ice spirit power, but why is it only accumulated in the lower body?"

It was because Qian Renxue's dress was really tight fitting. Otherwise, Feng Yan would probably be able to see her legs through the gap.

Even with this, Feng Yan's old face turned red, and he swallowed more nervously the saliva that had appeared in his mouth without knowing when.

But just when Qian Renxue's fingertips brushed across Feng Yan's thigh, she was suddenly startled, and couldn't stop feeling heartache and grievance in the corners of her eyes.

"If my lower body can't move, then I won't be able to have a baby?!"

Qian Renxue was so frightened that she immediately reached out to check.

But the golden cake was so tempting that Feng Yan couldn't resist it after all, so he "resisted it".

Seeing this, Zhu Zhuqing said with a dead look in her eyes, "Ah... Master Yan is still capable, but he doesn't want to have a child."

A slight blush had already appeared on Qian Renxue's cheeks, but she immediately changed her expression when she heard Zhu Zhuqing's words.

"Why?" Just when Feng Yan thought Qian Renxue was going to get angry with him, Qian Renxue looked at Zhu Zhuqing with a bad look, "Did you hurt Xiaoyan?"

Feng Yan's mouth immediately became a circle (°ο°). He had never felt that the dregs of feudalism were so good as he did now.

After all, any disharmony in certain aspects will be blamed on girls.

Zhu Zhuqing was not annoyed by this. She just straightened her chest and spoke slowly.

"How does Sister Xiao Qian know that Master Yan will feel pain? That kind of touch cannot be shared, right? Could it be that Sister Xiao Qian has hurt Master Yan before? Master Yan said so, so Sister Xiao Qian is subconsciously so alert, right?"

"Interesting!" Qian Renxue raised the corners of her mouth, and finally remembered to climb down from the coffee table. She folded her arms and looked down at Zhu Zhuqing who was sitting on the sofa.

"Sister, I feel sorry for Xiaoyan. When Xiaoyan was exhausted, it was I who comforted him. Could it be that you, sister Zhuqing, only cared about yourself and just lay down on the bed so leisurely?"

Glancing at the strange look Feng Yan gave Qian Renxun, Zhu Zhuqing tilted her head in confusion.

From the word 'lying', she noticed that Qian Renxue was not as calm as she appeared.

So Zhu Zhuqing tried to probe: "Oh? So Sister Xiao Qian is just suppressing Master Yan?"

"What do you mean? Is there a second possibility?"

Qian Renxue always felt that something was wrong, she just felt that her aura could not be weaker than others. Even if she had only had this experience with 'Brother Xiaoyan' once, she still had to be confident and elegant.

However, they all seemed to have forgotten that there was another person in the room.

Leaning against the wall with legs together, Ye Lingling, who was trembling all over, finally couldn't help but shout out loud: "I... maybe I shouldn't be here! I'm leaving first!"

After saying this, even though she was covered by a black veil, one could still clearly see Ye Lingling's red cheeks as she rushed out of the door.

"Uh...Sister Xiaoqian, Zhuqing, can you please stop arguing?" Feng Yan felt that he had to stop the fight, otherwise it would have been too late.

So Feng Yan showed his majesty as a husband, pointed at the wall where Ye Lingling had just stood, and said seriously: "Ms. Ye was frightened. Look, she is sweating all over the floor."

(End of this chapter)