"You eat it yourself... I'll wash my hands..."

Ling Luoyu's voice came from outside the door, and he shut the door firmly with his kick.

"This greasy hand..."

She waved her hand in disgust, and the door on one side opened.

"Snapped!"

Ling Luoyu's movements stopped, and the whole world suddenly became quiet.

Suckling her mouth, she turned her head slowly, smiling very embarrassingly

"That... I'm sorry..."

The conscience of heaven and earth, this is not her intention.

But it was just a flick, how could it be so accurate, and it was drawn in the face of others? !

The drawn man was in the Mood for Love, with collagen on his face, white and tender, and handsome.

However, I don't know if the handsome guy was slapped by Ling Luoyu's slap, or was frightened.

He didn't seem to feel the pain at all, but stood there with a complex expression.

With an embarrassing smile, Ling Luoyu took his greasy hands back from the handsome boy's white, tender and delicate face.

At this moment, that handsome face was sore, and he looked down slowly.

After seeing the greasiness of Ling Luoyu's hands, the whole person jumped up instantly.

"Ah... come here, come here..."

He raised his hand to touch his cheek, the greasy in the middle of his hand suddenly seemed to be holding a deadly poison, he took a breath, and fell suddenly, convulsing non-stop.

Ling Luoyu_

Your uncle! !

What does this mean? !

What kind of touch porcelain! ?

She just slapped so much!

It's so amazing! !

As the little handsome guy fell to the ground, the door of his room was completely opened, and two sturdy men flew out.

"Master..."

When they saw the man at the bottom, their expressions changed suddenly.

Regardless of Ling Luoyu, he squatted and checked.

"Master, are you okay..."

The older man breathed a sigh of relief after checking the little handsome boy's pupils.

"Fortunately..."

"Fang Zhe, how's the young master?" The other man's expression paled nervously.

"It's okay, Master fainted..."

Fang Zhe took out a bottle from his arms, poured a pill, stuffed it into his master's mouth, and gestured with his head sideways.

"Zhao Long, send the young master in to rest..."

"Yes!"

Zhao Long responded and quickly picked up the little handsome boy and returned to the room.

Fang Zhe then slowly got up and looked at Ling Luoyu who was apologetic.

"You hurt our young master!"

"That... was an accident, and it wasn't hurt..."

Ling Luoyu looked at his hand and laughed very painfully.

"I just got a little oil... I got him on him, who knew he reacted so strongly..."

I don't know, I thought she stabbed that little white face!

Fang Zhe looked at Ling Luoyu's hand coldly and snorted suddenly: "When you meet our young master in the future, you will walk around me, otherwise...don't blame me for being rude to you!"

Without waiting for Ling Luoyu to speak again, he took a step back suddenly, retreated into the room, and closed the door heavily.

Ling Luoyu stood silently----

Who are these people!

My master is sick, and still blame her for failing? !

However, when I think about it, I was relieved that I slapped someone in the front.

When the washing hands returned to the room, Feng Chenglin had already wiped out most of the delicacy, and there was a pile of bones on the table, messy.

"Fatty... you didn't hear anything outside just now?!"

"heard it!!"

Feng Chenglin was struggling with half of a pig's knuckle, his mouth was greasy and he didn't lift his head.

"What happened?"