"Fatty, there is no truth to be told between the two of us, right?!"

Ling Luoyu glanced sideways, his voice suddenly cold.

"sit down!"

The corners of Feng Chenglin's lips trembled, and finally he sat down slowly, silent.

"Qingyou...do you blame you for running around outside every day and not staying with her at home?!"

"No... Third Young Master, it's not the first day you met Qingyou. Isn't she the kind of woman who doesn't know the generality and is stubborn?!"

"Then why is she crying?!"

Feng Chenglin was silent again and looked at his door.

There, a group of children played around the campfire.

Ling Luoyu's heart suddenly sank: "It's a child..."

Feng Chenglin trembled suddenly, turned his head to look at her abruptly, his mouth opened, and in the end he said nothing.

Ling Luoyu's eyes flickered, and his heart ached, "Qingyou...do you want a child of your own?!"

"It's not light... it's my grandpa..."

Feng Chenglin sighed and shook his head helplessly.

"Grandpa is getting older, and he often sighs when he sees other people's children running all over the floor... Although he didn't say anything, Qingyou understands what he meant... He was lamenting that the Feng family has no queen, so..."

He spoke, his eyes filled with pity.

"So she and grandpa proposed to give me a few concubines... to continue the Feng family bloodline..."

Ling Luoyu's pupils shrank suddenly: "She...proposed?!"

For Hao Qingyou, accepting a concubine for her husband would be more painful and even more desperate than a few dollars.

"Yes... it was raised lightly, Grandpa agreed, and..."

Feng Chenglin suddenly gave a wry smile, shaking his head and sighing.

"And these little concubines are in my house... waiting for me tonight..."

Ling Luoyu: "..."

She didn't know what to say for a while.

This is an internal matter of Feng's family. It stands to reason that she is not authorized to interrupt.

But in the final analysis, she was the culprit.

Had it not for her, Hao Qingyou would be the mother of a group of children now, and there would be no such pain and entanglement.

The three of them hurt Hao Qingyou's injury.

After a long time, she looked down and said dumbly: "Then...what are you going to do?!"

"I won't agree...If so, Qingyou...Qingyou will be worse than dead..."

Hao Qingyou now only has Fengchenglin left. If he stays in another woman's room at night, it will definitely be a torment for her.

"Do you think?!" Ling Luoyu said suddenly.

"what?"

"Do you want a child of your own?!"

Feng Chenglin didn't know how to answer for a while.

Saying that I don't want to, that's too fake!

Mo said Ling Luoyu wouldn't believe it, he himself felt unable to say it.

But if you think about it, where does Ling Luoyu put it? !

After all, Hao Qingyou's injury has always been something she blamed.

He knew that Ling Luoyu, this heart disease had always existed in her heart, like a scar, as long as it was touched slightly, it would bleed.

"Fatty, sorry..."

"Three young masters, what are you talking about?!" There were tears in Feng Chenglin's eyes, but he still laughed loudly: "What is our relationship? You still have to say sorry?"

Hao Qingyou walked out carrying the tea cup, but looked at the children by the campfire. After standing still for a while, he walked up the mountain col with his skirt.

"San Shao, drink tea..."

Ling Luoyu took the tea cup, his eyes darkened: "Qingyou, you give another chance..."

Hao Qingyou was startled: "What?"