Guan Xilin, who was waiting for his reply, saw him staring at the carriage behind him. His face suddenly darkened, and he moved to the left, and the whole big guy stood in front of him.
"I said, what are you looking at?"
"Brother Murong, do you know the person in the carriage?"
Feng Qingge walked over slowly and asked softly, her eyes also falling on the carriage, and then moved away, looking at Guan Xilin with a faint smile: "Sir, since you are my brother Murong's friend, you are also my Feng Qingge's friend. Who is in the carriage? Why don't you come out and meet me?"
She had been watching over there for quite a while, and was really confused. The infatuated look on Murong Yixuan's face made her feel a sense of crisis for the first time since she replaced Feng Qingge's identity. That kind of look was too familiar, and it made her heart tremble.
Once upon a time, she had been watching quietly by the side like she did just now, watching him look at Feng Qingge with such gentle and affectionate eyes. However, since she took over this role, she felt that he lacked the deep affection and tenderness he had for Feng Qingge before.
Even though he spoke gentle words and was considerate to her when he looked at her, she was so sensitive that she still noticed it.
This made her uneasy, but she didn't dare to delve into it, fearing that the final result would be something she couldn't bear. She kept ignoring it and kept telling herself that she was overthinking it.
But just now, she was standing there, watching him lift the curtain and let the man come down. The way he looked into the carriage almost made her collapse.
Without even looking, a woman's intuition told her that the person in the carriage must be a woman, but what kind of woman was she? How could she make him lose his composure like this
Guan Xilin looked at her like she was an idiot: "Am I familiar with you? Is my sister familiar with you? If you want to see her, she has to come out for you to see her?"
Feng Qingge's face didn't look good after hearing this, but she didn't get angry. Instead, she turned to look at the carriage and said softly, "Miss, meeting is fate, why don't you come out and see me?"
In the carriage, Fengjiu played with the hair that fell on her chest, her eyes slightly narrowed, a playful and evil smile on the corners of her lips under the veil, and her voice came out slowly, with three parts of laziness and seven parts of indifference.
"Do I know you? Why should I go out to see you?"
Hearing the sound coming from the carriage, Feng Qingge was slightly startled, as if it was a little familiar.
She was not the only one who had this feeling. Even Murong Yixuan was slightly stunned. That voice was somewhat similar to Qingge's, but also somewhat different, because there was a casual laziness in that voice, which was very seductive.
Perhaps it was the familiar voice that made her feel uneasy, so she walked past Guan Xilin in front of her, came to the carriage and stretched out her hand to lift the curtain. However, before her hand touched the curtain, it was grabbed by a pair of big hands.
"what you do!"
Guan Xilin stared with a gloomy face, looking at this extremely beautiful woman with great displeasure. He felt that her brain was entirely occupied by her face and she couldn't understand what people were saying at all.
“Let go!”
Feng Qingge scolded, frowning as she looked at the hand that was holding her wrist.
Guan Xilin pulled her back two steps before letting go of her hand, with a look of disgust on his face: "If you didn't want to lift the car curtain, do you think I wanted to hold your hand?"