Uncle Uncle robbed a marriage

Chapter 1917 Warn yourself! ?
This actually works by itself! ?It's obviously not normal!
"Brother Ling, are you hiding something from me!?" Feng Yu looked at Feng Ling suspiciously, Feng Ling poured himself a cup of tea casually, took a sip and said, "I heard Said that kid Xiao Bai bullied you today?"

Feng Ling didn't answer Feng Yu's question, but instead changed the subject.

"Huh!? He can bully me!? It's a joke!" Feng Yu was taken aback for a moment, and then said arrogantly: "Sooner or later, I will get it back!"

Just like before, Feng Yu said this sentence most often in the past, and it is the same today, Feng Yu said this sentence again, with the same words and the same tone, but the feeling in his heart was different. same.

"You, when will you have a better memory." Feng Ling couldn't laugh or cry when he heard Feng Yu's words, and stretched out his hand to rub Feng Yu's head.

"What's wrong with me!? I'm fine!" Feng Yu patted Kaifeng Ling's hand and said, "I'm not a child anymore, brother Ling, don't touch my head all the time!"

"Okay, okay..." Feng Ling stood up and said, "Big boy, it's time for you to rest."

"I know, I know! Let's go!" Feng Yu stretched out his hand and pushed Feng Ling out after saying that, with a disgusted look on his face, which made Feng Ling who was standing by the door dumbfounded, watching Feng Yu making funny faces There was a moment of helplessness as he closed the door.

After the gate was closed, Feng Ling turned around and left, but at the moment of turning around, his face turned pale a little bit, he bent down slightly to support his right hand, and the gauze-wrapped arm oozes out. There was bright red blood.

Feng Ling's face was pale, and he supported himself back to his room.

However, the moment Feng Yu closed the door, tears came down like rain, and he couldn't make a sound.

Brother Ling was injured.

Feng Yu is not a fool. Judging from the signs just now, it can be seen that Feng Ling was injured. Why did the incense block the smell of blood? The one who drank tea was with his left hand, which seemed to be held steadily, but it was trembling Tea was served.

When he was touching his head, his hand was so stiff, the vague breath penetrated into his nostrils, and...

Feng Yu pursed her lips tightly, put on a black dress casually, got out of her room, and quietly hid in a corner outside Feng Ling's house. The voice of conversation with subordinates.

"Master, why didn't you let Miss know that you were injured?" The man asked in puzzlement while helping Feng Ling to bandage.

"It's just a minor injury, don't worry her." Feng Ling pursed her lips and said, "Besides, if she asks, she will definitely blame herself if she knows that I was injured by people from Southern Xinjiang, so it's best to keep it a secret."

"The teacher is so kind to the lady." The man said with a sigh.

"Hehe..." Feng Ling chuckled and said, "Who made me just be such a younger sister?"

Feng Yu, who was lying on the corner of the wall, bit his lips fiercely, not daring to let himself make a sound. He didn't come back to his senses until he felt the pain. He pressed his lips tightly and silently turned around and went back to his room.

Southern Xinjiang.

It's Southern Xinjiang again!

Could it be that if she doesn't go back for a day, the people in Nanjiang will use this method to warn themselves time and time again! ?

Feng Yu's eyes were full of coldness.

(End of this chapter)