In the inner room, Ling Luoyu sat in front of the window, with one hand supporting his cheek, looking out the window, turning the tea cup lid with the other, turning a blind eye to putting it down.

The laughter of the maids outside made Feng Chenglin somewhat untenable.

"Blame me...I usually know them too well, so I dare to laugh at me like this... But, San Shao, it's definitely not what you think..."

"What do I think? I'm not Hao Qingyou!" Ling Luoyu's eyes still didn't turn back: "However, they said that your relationship with Cheng Xue didn't have that kind of development. You say thank you..."

"Three young masters, are you mad at me, Zhou Yan?"

Feng Chenglin could sniff out which of Ling Luoyu's tendons was wrong.

"Zhou Yan and I...it's not what you think! We are just...just to be more temperamental, more to say, and become...friends, but I swear to God, what about us? Never told him..."

"You just warned him not to be an enemy of me, right?"

Feng Chenglin's expression suddenly dimmed.

After three seconds of silence, he walked to Ling Luoyu, jumped on the window sill, and sat up with his legs: "San Shao, I don't want you and Zhou Yan to be enemies from my heart... He is a righteous person, a gentleman... Zhou Family and Mo Family... Maybe sooner or later One day, if we don't meet, it's the best, but if we do, I really hope that you don't embarrass him..."

Ling Luoyu's eyes finally turned, and his black eyes blinked: "Feng Chenglin, what are you doing?"

"...What? I'm just... tell the truth, I..."

"If it weren't for knowing that you are a normal man, I would have thought that you have moved your heart!"

"Look at your eyes, talking about Zhou Yan, it's full of stars... Fatty, if you are like this, I'm really jealous!"

Feng Chenglin laughed happily: "...San Shao, you see what you said, you are the number one brother in my heart, the kind no one can replace...Why are you jealous?!"

Ling Luoyu rolled his eyes, knocked on the table, and motioned him to come down: "Tell me carefully about how you moved Chunxin and what happened to Zhou Yan!"

"It's easy if you want to listen..."

What Feng Chenglin feared was that Ling Luoyu would not listen to his explanation.

He jumped down and lay next to Ling Luoyu. He told Ling Luoyu what happened recently after he arrived at Zhou's house.

Ling Luoyu just listened quietly, his expression unchanged.

It wasn't until the mouth was dry that Feng Chenglin poured a big cup of herbal tea.

"No, Third Young Master, give me a reaction... I have said so much, do you know this person a little bit?"

"Ok!"

Ling Luoyu still faintly responded, looking at him with a slightly strange expression.

"If you say, he is a gentleman!"

"Yes, I know you are like me. As long as I see him, I will definitely appreciate him... These days, gentlemen are rare!"

"Yes!" Ling Luoyu still had that calm expression.

Feng Chenglin's smile slowly froze: "It's not... Third Young Master, your expression is wrong! How do I feel..."

Is this agreeing with him?

How do you feel so perfunctory! ?

Did he say something wrong?

"Three young masters, if you have anything, just say it..."

Don't make such an unpredictable expression, let him guess!