Fu Fengcheng stared at the woman in black under the light in the room and turned his head to look at her. In fact, few girls would wear this kind of pure black dress these days. First, black does not meet the preferences of An Xia people, and second, older elderly people still find it unlucky.

Also, black skirts seem to be difficult to wear. Nowadays, the powerful girls in Anxia prefer exquisite clothing decorated with various lace, embroidery, brocade, prints and even gems.

What Fu Fengcheng saw at this moment was the huge golden rose on the vest and the snow jade looming under the rose.

Her long curly hair was spread on her shoulders, and the beautiful face of the woman who looked back and smiled was more charming and lazy for no reason.

Fu Fengcheng frowned. The beating black and golden ribbon seemed to float to his heart as soon as she turned around, making the originally calm heartbeat suddenly become a little disordered.

"Why are you here? Is there anything wrong?" Leng Sa turned around and looked at Fu Fengcheng. Fu Fengcheng never entered her cloakroom.

As a strong man, Mr. Fu is obviously not interested in women's cumbersome clothes and accessories, and cannot understand why Leng Sa is so obsessed with these meaningless things as a woman who is so tough.

Fu Fengcheng looked at her and asked as if nothing had happened, "What is Madam doing?"

Leng Sa smiled and said, "Picking clothes, you know, I received an invitation from the Yongcheng Chamber of Commerce and will attend the cocktail party tomorrow."

Fu Fengcheng said: "Are you planning to go to a cocktail party in this outfit?"

Leng Sa nodded and said, "Yes, does it look good?"

Fu Fengcheng glanced at the row of dresses hanging on the side and pointed casually, "It's not good to look good, it's better to wear that one."

Leng Sa looked at him disgustedly, "What's the point? Besides, this one is too grand. Those who don't know think I'm going to attend the state banquet."

Fu Fengcheng said: "Then this one."

Leng Sa looked at the other one and rolled her eyes directly, "Young Master, it's midsummer now, is it very hot, okay? And this skirt is so long, it's very inconvenient."

"What are inconveniences for you to do?"

Fu Fengcheng is not a person who has never seen the world. Even if he is not interested in various cocktail parties and dances, he doesn’t know how many times he has participated in. He can probably tell which occasions he should wear what kind of clothes he should wear.

Leng Sa hesitated for a moment, "Uh...fight?"

"…Are you going to a cocktail party or to smash the venue?" Fu Fengcheng said, "this one is it."

"..." Leng Sa also saw that Young Master Fu had no intention of helping her choose clothes, just pointed at her casually.

He stared at him with some dissatisfaction, "Do you have any objections to my eyes?"

"Black is not suitable for you. I am worried that you will be laughed at by others." Fu Fengcheng said.

“…”

Seeing that the eldest young master was focused on the young lady, Lan Jing carefully moved herself out.

Fortunately, the cloakroom is really big. After Fu Fengcheng comes in, the door will be empty, otherwise she will be blocked at the door and can't get out.

This kind of thing should be solved by the eldest son and the young lady themselves. As for her, it is more important to save her life.

Leng Sa couldn't help but take a breath, "Fu Fengcheng, did you mean it? I'm ugly and I'm happy. I insisted on wearing this dress to attend the cocktail party."

After saying that, she walked outside unhappily. Master Leng said that he didn't want to stay in the same space with someone, otherwise she would want to beat someone up.

When I walked to the bedroom door, I remembered that I had not changed my clothes yet. Sleeping around the Fu family in this outfit would definitely attract a lot of attention and Mrs. Fu's kind condolences.

Just as he was about to turn around and go back to change his clothes, Fu Fengcheng had already come out of the cloakroom.

Seeing Fu Fengcheng coming out, Leng Sa did not forget to roll his eyes and snort at him.

Fu Fengcheng frowned slightly and held Leng Sa's arm as he passed by him.

"What are you doing?" Leng Sa looked down at him.

Fu Fengcheng narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "I am not allowed to wear this dress tomorrow."

"I'm not." Leng Sa smiled at him provocatively. If you say you don't, just don't? Then Master Leng is so shameless?

He reached out and patted him away and held his hand, and pushed the long hair scattered on his chest to the back of his head, "Don't it look good? I think this skirt looks good and the best. It's just that my hair is a bit troublesome and it's too long. How about you tell me to cut my hair short when I go back?"

Fu Fengcheng was not interested in the length of her hair, "If you dare to wear this dress, I will burn your room."

"..." Leng Sa stared at the stinky man with a cold and arrogant look in front of him, and secretly grinding his teeth.

What did he say?!

"What did you say?!"

Fu Fengcheng raised his head and said slowly, "If you dare to wear it, I will burn all the things in your room."

Leng Sa stared at Fu Fengcheng slightly narrowed his eyes, his eyes were motionless, and the expression on his face was also deep and he didn't know what he was thinking.

I don't know how long it took, Leng Sa suddenly chuckled, leaned over and approached Fu Fengcheng, holding the wheelchair armrests with both hands, confining him to the wheelchair.

Of course, even if she doesn't do this, Fu Fengcheng's range of activities is generally only so large.

Leng Sa slowly lowered her head and chuckled in Fu Fengcheng's ear: "Mr. Fu, are you... jealous?"

The room was silent, as if only the sound of each other's breathing could be heard.

Leng Sa said leisurely, "I remember... you weren't very happy during the last school anniversary?"

Fu Fengcheng leaned against the back of the chair and looked up at her, his voice calm but low, "Do you remember what happened that day and what did I say?"

What did you say have to do with me? Leng Sa thought in his heart disapprovingly. The day was a bit too exciting, and you don’t need to remember unimportant things too clearly.

Before he could finish his thoughts, his slender hands clasped her slender waist, and when he exerted a little force, Lengsa's feet were unstable, he was forced to fall down.

Want to come?!

Leng Sa snorted and reached out and slashed at Fu Fengcheng's hand holding his waist.

The last time she accidentally touched Fu Fengcheng's words, and this kind of thing should not be repeated.

It’s not easy to use Leng Ye when he always uses the same trick.

Fu Fengcheng laughed softly, holding Leng Sa with one hand to prevent her from getting up. In order not to get him too close, Leng Sa could only use one hand to support Fu Fengcheng's shoulder to stretch the distance between the two of them. The two of them broke up with one hand in such awkward posture.

You and I broke it back and forth several times, but Fu Fengcheng was more skilled and grabbed Leng Sa's wrist.

Leng Sa didn't care much, and let go of the hand that supported Fu Fengcheng's shoulder and attacked him. Fu Fengcheng curled a smile on his lips, pressing the hand around her waist to force her, Leng Sa threw herself into his arms without any surprise.

"..." It's true that the melee is too weak to be a fatal pain for every sniper.

"Let go." Leng Sa glared at him and said in a deep voice.

"Agree with my conditions." Fu Fengcheng said lightly.

"I said let go."

"Don't let it go."

Leng Sa's eyes turned, "Don't let go? Don't regret it."

Fu Fengcheng raised his eyebrows slightly, as if saying, "What else can you do?"

Leng Sa smiled at him, stepped hard under his feet and flipped back with Fu Fengcheng and the wheelchair.

Both of them are family children, and even if Fu Fengcheng is inconvenient with his legs, he will not be seriously injured.

But Fu Fengcheng, who was sitting in a wheelchair, could never stabilize the wheelchair under such impact, and could only let himself and her turn up the ground.

The two of them fell to the ground with their wheelchairs. In an instant, Fu Fengcheng avoided the injury that might have hit the wheelchair and hugged Leng Sa and rolled to the side. Leng Sa was not polite. He rolled around for a few rounds in the fight and found that he was still occupying the upper part. He raised his head proudly and raised his eyebrows at Fu Fengcheng.

Fu Fengcheng sighed helplessly.

Leng Sa said proudly: "I won, can you still fight?"

Fu Fengcheng raised one hand and gently lifted up the black ribbon behind her and played with it. While asking casually, "Did you think if... can you wear this clothes tomorrow?" He also made a gesture to pull the ribbon.

"Do you believe it or not if I dare to touch my clothes?" Leng Sa said.

Fu Fengcheng said: "You dare to wear this clothes and go out. Do you believe it or not, I will kill you?"

It's hard to say who killed whom.

Leng Sa blinked, remembered the previous conversation, and looked at Fu Fengcheng with his head.

"Hey, Mr. Fu, you are not really jealous, right? You have been studying abroad since childhood. Why are you more like an old antique than me, a native of China? Besides, we are not that kind of relationship. I promise that I will never do anything to sorry for you during the marriage. You can trust my character."

Fu Fengcheng lowered his eyes and said lightly: "Well, of course I believe in my wife."

"Will that be enough?" Leng Sa patted his hand and signaled him to let go. It was at this time that Leng Sa realized how embarrassing their current posture was. "Uh... do you want to let me go first?"

"No." Fu Fengcheng said.

This intermittent snake sperm disease is so annoying!

Leng Sa lowered her head slightly and approached Fu Fengcheng, joking with a smile, "Mr. Fu, do you really like me? You can't do it if you want to like me with this attitude. If you want to pursue me, at least..."

"No." Fu Fengcheng calmly interrupted her.

"there is nothing?"

"I didn't want to chase you, don't think too much." Fu Fengcheng said.

"..." It's a good idea to kill this guy with one punch.

The little demon in Leng Sa's heart showed his hideous fangs, but the smile on his face became sweeter, "So, then what are you... wanting to do?"

Fu Fengcheng didn't answer, as if he was thinking about this question.

Leng Sa stretched out his right hand, gently stroked Fu Fengcheng's heart, slashed his neck and jaw all the way upwards, landing on his handsome face, and finally stopped on the scar at the corner of his eyes.
To be continued...