Feng Chenglin knew that Ling Luoyu was making a strong smile--

If there was a way, she would have done it a long time ago, instead of being so at a loss now.

At the moment, I laughed very cooperatively: "That's good! On our way, although sometimes... it is also a life hanging by a thread, nine deaths, but in the final analysis, luck is still OK, and it is not uniform. This time, we can also save it. , Turn the crisis into peace!"

"Then borrow your auspicious words, but let's try our luck!"

"Where to touch?"

"Of course it is the Zhao family!!"

As the great maid of the Zhao family, Ling Luoyu wanted to put someone in to do something, it was not a problem at all.

Not to mention--

"Three young masters, can we do something else?" Feng Chenglin was speechless: "You said, you have become the maid of the Zhao family anyway, as your brother, even if you don't find me a kitchen Do things, don't make me a groom!"

What about so many fat poor in the Zhao family?

What's wrong?

Isn't it a messenger?

Ling Luoyu rolled his eyes: "Then what do you want to do? Take care of those young ladies and wives, and get some luck or something?"

Feng Chenglin became more and more speechless: "Look at me like this... do you look like a person who can do good luck?"

He now has a dark complexion, acne-prone face, and a half-drawn beard.

With such a face value, if you can hook up with the lady and make a peach blossom, how hungry it would be!

Ling Luoyu looked at him very seriously: "Why can't you? Look at you. If you look at you from the back alone, it's still a bit worth seeing. At least, it's also a person who looks thin in clothes and has flesh when undressed. which type"

Feng Chenglin: "..."

Dare you say but?

Knowing the look in his eyes, Ling Luoyu raised his eyebrows: "Anyway, for a woman, it's the same as long as you blindfold your eyes and turn off the lights... As for whether you are looking better than Panan, or ugly, it makes no difference... "

"Stop it!"

Feng Chenglin waved his hand anxiously.

"I understand, I don't need to talk about the following..."

This rhythm means that you can drive while talking.

Ling Luoyu gave him a roll of eyes again: "I'm ashamed to say, you're ashamed to listen...Do you really think you are an eighteen-year-old innocent boy!?"

Feng Chenglin turned around and walked to a pile of hay not far away: "I am worried. I am here, and you need help if there is something on your side, but I will not be able to help for a while!"

"Really?" Ling Luoyu smiled.

Fengchenglin hugged the grass and paused, then sighed--

Isn't this nonsense?

With Ling Luoyu's skill, if something happens, he can definitely be notified as soon as possible.

This excuse was completely defeated.

How could Ling Luoyu not know his thoughts: "I let you here, because the people of the Zhao family must go through here as long as they go out... They don't have to rely on two legs to go out, right? So, you Side, it is the most concentrated place of information!"

The most important thing is that almost every master, or their subordinates, will deal with the stables.

Over time, the role of Fengchenglin will appear.

"Brother, the secrets of the Zhao family are entrusted to you!"

With the temperament of the forest, it will not be long before there will be a bunch of brothers.

This point was well verified when I saw him again in the evening.