"San Shao...she..." he said squattedly.

Ling Luoyu licked his lips playfully: "What about her?"

"She...how..."

Feng Chenglin stepped back again, retreated to Ling Luoyu's side with a look of horror, and his tongue was a little bigger.

"Three young masters, how do I feel... she is a bit wrong?!"

"What's wrong?"

"face"

"Her face... is still a light face, but I don't know why... When I touched it, it was... uncomfortable..."

Fengcheng Lin chuckled his mouth and smiled bitterly.

"You said, could it be that I haven't been home for a long time, and even forgot the appearance of my daughter-in-law...so that the daughter-in-law is in front of me, but I dare not know him?!"

"is it?"

Ling Luoyu's ambiguous smile made Feng Chenglin finally taste a peculiar smell.

"San Shao...you won't also find that lithe...something is wrong, right?!"

"It's not something wrong, but something very wrong!"

Fengcheng Linton is hit!

what is this?

He, the husband who stayed with him every day, only noticed something wrong.

She is an outsider, and she can see something very wrong!

For a while, Feng Chenglin felt that his face was "cracking".

"Three young masters, then tell me...Why is she different?"

"I can't tell... it's just different! Anyway, her facial features look like Hao Qingyou, but if you look carefully, she has the ultimate sense..."

Feng Chenglin felt that he had recovered some of his face.

This is fine!

If she really pointed out the place, but he didn't find it, it would be really shameless!

"Fatty, if Shang He and Mo Xuanchen are somewhat similar, then this Hao Qingyou and your Hao Qingyou are almost exactly the same..."

"...Then how did you find the flaw? And...you still say, is there any extreme difference?"

Feng Chenglin poked out his head pretentiously, and looked Hao Qingyou up and down several times.

"But I really didn't find any specific differences in her... But... if you want to say it is different, it is the aura... these things that are not easily noticeable..."

"No, no, what I said is that she is absolutely different from Hao Qingyou..."

The corners of Ling Luoyu's lips flickered, and a faint smile appeared.

"That is what makes me confidently assert that... she is not Hao Qingyou!"

"...Which point?"

"Go roll up her sleeves..."

"what?"

Although Feng Chenglin was suspicious, he couldn't help stepping forward and carefully rolled up Hao Qingyou's sleeves, trying not to touch her skin.

As the sleeves slid across his arms, a drop of crimson cinnabar fell on his eyes.

"This is... a red mole? There really isn't any on Qingyou's body..."

Feng Cheng Lin stunned and rolled up the other sleeve of Hao Qingyou.

"Ah, her red mole is still symmetrical... That's right, isn't she Hao Qingyou?"

Ling Luoyu sweated his forehead: "If you mark these two red dots, then your Hao Qingyou and her...there is really no difference!"

Feng Chenglin: "..."

Why does this start to talk again?

Didn't you let you see red cinnabar moles?

"San Shao, Hao Qingyou does not have a cinnabar mole on her body...not to mention two symmetrical ones, not even a mole..."

Hao Qingyou is his wife, and every inch of her skin is no more familiar than him!

He said no, it must not be!