The fisher woman turned around uneasily, her eyes were bad: "Where is the person?"

Feng Chenglin's eyes widened, and he replied in an angry voice: "People...didn't you see it? Not here!!!"

"Where did he go?"

"How do I know?! He has hands and feet... And, he is still a man... There are so many Qinlou Chu pavilions in this stockade, maybe... he went to the pile of girls in that house and asked for a girl to drink! "

Uncomfortable with Dingmiao's alone action, Feng Chenglin still defended Dingmiao's defense.

"Really?" The fisherwoman sneered: "Why didn't I find out that this little brother is a person who likes to drink wine?"

"How long have you known him? He has too many guts... You..."

Before Feng Chenglin had finished speaking, he saw the fisher woman hurriedly walking outside the door.

He and Zhou Yan looked at each other and looked at the bed of Dingmiao together, frowning.

"boom!"

The sound of hitting the door came from outside again.

The two people raised their heads instantly and looked at each other--

"this is"

"The third master's room?"

That fisher woman, wouldn't she go out to kick Ling Luoyu's door again?

The two hurried out.

At first glance, his expression changed even more.

as expected--

Ling Luoyu's door had already been kicked open.

At the top of the stairs on the second floor, the shopkeeper's Hedian Xiaoer was poking his head and peering here.

However, no one came.

Zhou Yan calmly waved to the two of them, motioning them to leave.

They don't want to wander this muddy water, let alone others!

The little second of the shopkeeper knew, turned around and went downstairs without looking back.

Tonight, it is estimated that there will be a mess!

The fisher woman gave Zhou Yan and Feng Chenglin a vicious look, and stepped into Ling Luoyu's room.

Feng Chenglin did not follow up, but tilted his head and looked inside thoughtfully.

Zhou Yan frowned: "Don't... follow up?"

"What to follow? Look!" Feng Chenglin didn't mumble.

Why are you going in? !

"Shall we... watch?"

"Why don't you look at it? Go in and follow the splash of blood?!"

Zhou Yan: "..."

Look at this rhythm, it doesn't seem to mean to splash blood!

"Let's go!"

After dragging the wind into the forest, the two still walked into Ling Luoyu's room.

Just like before, she was still standing in front of the bed with the fisher-in-law, and her expression was wrong.

Zhou Yan and Feng Chenglin glanced, walked over, tilted their heads, and looked at the bed.

After a glance, the expressions of the two changed drastically-

On the bed, Ling Luoyu was tilting the bed, with his arm resting on Dingmiao's chest, and one leg pressing on him unscrupulously.

The two of them only wore Chinese clothes and slept Zhengxiang.

Feng Chenglin: "..."

Which drama is this? !

How did these two people get in one room and one bed?

Zhou Yan's face changed a few times, and he suddenly turned around, slammed Feng Chenglin's shoulder, and walked out with heavy steps.

Feng Chenglin: "..."

Got it! !

This is the rhythm of the fire!

But it's not your turn to get angry!

The fisher woman's face was also very bad: "They... how can they be together?"

Feng Chenglin folded his arms, his eyes squinted, "The two of them... why can't they be together?"

Scratching his head, a smirk on his face.

"You don't really like our little brother, do you? Then I'm really embarrassed... Our little brother is really not interested in women!"

The fisherwoman's pupils shrank instantly, and she looked towards Fengchenglin.

Feng Chenglin also looked at her provocatively.

for a long time--

"Humph!"