Dingdang's eyes flickered, and her lips curled up with a smile: "Then... Where's Palace Master Mo? His... attitude towards Miss Ling and Miss Qing..."

A storm surged across Feng Chenglin's eyes, and he was immediately obliterated. He still shook his head contemptuously: "He? He is a man, and all men in this world are the same...Who doesn't want to have three wives and four concubines, a group of wives and concubines, and enjoy the same people. Fu? But the prerequisite for this enjoyment is that there is no tigress in the house..."

Ding Dong was amused, "Puff" laughed, and covered his mouth with his sleeves: "Mr. Feng, you are so humorous. I used to treat you as...the original thing, I'm really embarrassed..."

"The ignorant is not guilty, and you don't know what kind of person I am. It doesn't matter what kind of person I am..."

Feng Chenglin smiled, looking at Dingdang's eyes, a little more ambiguous.

"The important thing is, the current girl, it's good to not misunderstand me..."

"Of course not now, it's just..." Ding Dong avoided his eyes and sighed sadly: "It's a pity, I knew it was too late..."

"Why is it late?"

"Because I am leaving now..."

"Don't go, why are you leaving!?" Fengcheng Lin suddenly raised his voice, as if his wife was about to dump herself, anxiously: "Your injury is still not healed, let's talk about it, Mo Xuan Chen is not at home, why is she rushing you away in such a hurry..."

Dingdang's eyes flickered, and his expression became more and more lamentable: "Anyway, I have to leave. What's the difference between leaving early and late?"

"That won't work, you can't go!" Feng Chenglin jumped up anxiously, and turned around twice: "In this way, you wait for me here, I'll go find San Shao..."

"do not!"

Ding Dong hurriedly pulled him, and withdrew his hand shyly.

"Mr. Feng, don't ruin the relationship between you and Miss Ling because of me... Besides, I won't leave for the time being. When I really want to leave, it's not too late to ask you Miss Ling to plead... "

"That's what I said, but this matter..."

Feng Chenglin was still reluctant and wanted to look for Ling Luoyu, but he didn't act at all under his feet, but followed the movements of Jingdang and withdrew again.

"Well, since you said that, Miss Dingdang, if I don't want to go to the Third Young Master anymore, I'm afraid she will misunderstand me..."

"Misunderstanding?" Dingdang suddenly realized it, and took a breath: "Mr. Feng, forgive me for your presumption... My lady and I..."

"My lady's name is Qingyou... Hao Qingyou, you guys really look exactly the same..."

Speaking of Hao Qingyou, Feng Chenglin was very happy.

"When you have a chance in the future, after you meet her, you will understand how alike you are... Really, if your age is not a little different, I would really think you are her twin sister. What..."

"Really? There are still people like this in the world?"

Dingdang's eyes were a little blurred, and he looked forward faintly.

"I grew up in a shrine since I was a child. I rarely go outside and see very few people... I never thought that there would be people like me in this world... "

Her eyes lit up suddenly, and a bright smile appeared on her face.

"Mr. Feng, can I see my wife? I want to see how much I look like her..."

"This...a bit difficult..." Feng Chenglin's lips couldn't help but twitched, and he smiled.