Feng Xiaochen's smile suddenly froze, and then he slowly raised the corners of his lips. He walked to Leng Qisu and stood still, "What else? Do you want me to hide and cry?"
Leng Qisu was startled, as if he didn't expect him to be like this. He was silent for a few seconds, "Are you blaming me?"
"Don't dare!"
"Don't you dare?" Leng Qisu looked at him intently, his thin lips moved slightly, but in the end he said nothing.
The two of them faced off silently.
Mo Shuang stood aside quietly, listening to the riddles of the conversation between the two. He knew in his heart that they were talking about Puchan Temple, and he was even more certain that Feng Xiaochen was indeed a member of the Feng family.
I don't know how long this condensed atmosphere lasted, but Feng Xiaochen suddenly laughed loudly, "Okay, I've taken the money, it's time for me to leave."
"Wait!" Leng Qisu pursed his lips and glanced at Mo Shuang, "I will say it again, she is my woman and you are not someone you can mess with."
"Fourth Master's woman?" Feng Xiaochen smiled, seemingly disapproving, "Is it true? Fourth Master is not afraid that if this word gets out, someone will be sad."
"Feng Xiaochen" Leng Qisu's expression changed and he stopped him. His eyes quickly darkened, as if the dark clouds in the sky on the eve of a storm were about to destroy the city.
"Okay, okay, if you don't want to cause trouble to Fourth Master, I'm leaving!"
Seeing that the situation was not good, Feng Xiaochen quickly wanted to escape. When he walked to the door, he suddenly turned around, gave Mo Shuang a wink, and then flew away.
Dizzy, Mo Shuang's scalp felt numb for a while. This man was really out of shape. She turned back her gaze and secretly glanced at Leng Qisu, just in time to catch his cold gaze. Her heart trembled and she hurriedly lowered her eyes.
It’s over, I’m going to be harmed by Feng Xiaochen today.
For a moment, the room was eerily quiet. They both stood like that, Leng Qisu looked at her, she looked at her toes, and neither of them spoke.
She didn't know how long she had been standing, but her chin suddenly felt heavy. She raised her eyes and met Leng Qisu's face, which was very close at hand.
He lifted her chin, and looked at her carefully and deeply with his dark eyes, as if he wanted to see through her. After a while, he opened his thin lips and said, "What a flower of interpretation!"
"Send crabapple cakes and sandbags to me, and then give silver coins to another man. You are so busy!"
He was obviously smiling, smiling beautifully, but his smile was as cold as frost on the twelfth lunar month, making people feel chilly.
"It's not what the prince thought..." Frightened by the anger in his eyes and knowing that he had misunderstood, Mo Shuang wanted to explain, but didn't know where to start.
"It's not bright red, is it? Then let me see what color it is?" He suddenly narrowed his eyes, reached for her clothes with his big hand, and pulled hard without mercy.
Before Mo Shuang could react, she heard a "hiss" sound, her body felt cold, and her shirt was torn in half by this man.
"Ah!" She exclaimed, instinctively folding her arms to protect her chest.
The bright red bellyband looks like fire and blood, piercing people's eyes.
(End of chapter)