The little sweetie of the black-bellied king

Chapter 172 Unknown Relationship

Four people squeezed into the elevator, and the elevator slowly went up.

An Chengxing looked at the numbers on the elevator, and asked, "What floor?"

"11."

An Chengxing stared straight at the jumping numbers on the LCD screen.

Feng Ling burst out laughing, "Can you not be nervous, what are you nervous about?"

An Ran nodded, "Brother, don't be nervous, you are too nervous, making me feel nervous."

An Ran was not nervous at all, and she was happy, but An Chengxing was completely uncomfortable next to her. She felt as if she was going to meet some important person, and there was nothing wrong with it.

"I don't want to either." An Chengxing stared at the LCD screen without blinking, his hands were not empty, and he stretched out his little finger to hook Gou Fengling's hand, "I just thought, what if your mother doesn't like me?"

Feng Ling sneered, "You, Young Master An, are afraid that people won't like you. Didn't you live among thousands of flowers back then? Now, what about Young Master An's courage?"

An Chengxing was lazy to respond to Feng Ling's sarcasm.

The elevator stopped suddenly, startling An Chengxing, "It's not here yet..."

"Do you need it?" Feng Ling looked at the elevator door, which opened slowly, and a middle-aged woman stood outside the door.

When the man saw the people inside, he recognized Feng Ling and laughed, "Xiao Ling, are you coming back to see your mother? Are these all your friends?"

"Yes." Feng Ling smiled, "Auntie going up?"

Auntie squinted, then looked out again, "Is this elevator going up? No, no, I'm going down. I thought this elevator was going up."

"Well, then Auntie, let's go first."

"Okay, go, Xiao Ling, your mother is doing well recently, she must be happy to see you back."

Feng Ling smiled and said nothing, the elevator door slowly closed.

Such an episode seems to be unable to ease the tension in the elevator.

Feng Ling turned his head to look at An Chengxing, stretched out his hand and scraped the back of his hand, An Chengxing turned to look at him.

"Don't be nervous, my mother will definitely like you, but... there are some things she can't know." Feng Ling said softly, with a trace of apology in her tone.

An Chengxing's inexplicable tension disappeared instantly after Feng Ling said this. He knew what Feng Ling meant. The relationship between the two cannot be said on the surface. After all, not everyone thinks it is normal .

It's not that the two of them had quarreled over this matter, but facts are facts. An Chengxing sometimes even took Feng Ling home and explained it clearly to his family, but what the two of them could bear afterwards was beyond their ability. imagination.

The family members didn't know, but An Chengxing and Feng Ling didn't hide it among their friends, but they didn't say it clearly. Everyone who could tell knew it, but no one said it.

An Chengxing was about to speak when the elevator stopped with a ding.

A few people went out with their things, An Chengxing smiled and said to Feng Ling: "Look at me, I can even handle your little white flower, but I still can't handle your mother."

Feng Ling laughed.

Before Feng Ling came, she had already told her family that Feng's mother was very happy and said that Feng Ling brought so many friends back and was very enthusiastic and invited them into the house.

There is only Mama Feng and an aunt who takes care of Mama Feng at home.

Feng Ling introduced the three of them to Mother Feng.

The deserted room suddenly became lively.

(End of this chapter)