When he mentioned this, Lin Yingkong felt that his palms were sweating. Not to mention Ding Youlan and the others, even Lin Yingkong felt that the minister was pretending not to mind, but he felt panicked. Lin Yingkong did not come earlier than Baili Mengyan, and could not be as good as the bonds that the two brothers could not cut off. He had been with each other for six years and supported each other day and night. How many people could compare to Lin Yingkong's sincerity? The truth that Xing Jun blurted out was beyond everyone's expectations. Lin Yingkong did not think that Feng Rong would agree to live with him and Meimei from now on, but Cheng and Fu Cheng should always give an answer. Lin Yingkong is not a person who can cry, make a fuss, and hang himself. At most, he could just start over. Feng Rong smiled his feelings like a joke, which was really heartbreaking.

Feng Rong was stunned. After a while, he seemed to recall it, and said in confusion and indifferently: "It's just talking and joking, I don't care."

Lin Yingkong was almost angry and laughed, "Why can you not care?"

Feng Rong looked at him strangely, "The key point I need to pay attention to is...?"

"The key point?" Lin Yingkong's always raised lips were pursed tightly, and the shadow pulled out by the light danced fiercely, "Minister, do you think... nothing is important?" After leaving Baili Mengyan, you are empty all four?

"I don't know what you are talking about." Feng Rong said with a headache.

Lin Yingkong bit his chin tightly, then pulled the corner of his mouth, but the whole arc was tense, without a smile, "I think I'm like a fool."

His tone was a bit weird, low and depressing, like a low moan from the depths of hell. Feng Rong was a little confused and alert when he heard it. "Yingkong?" He felt that his condition was not very right, and he couldn't help but reach out and put it on his forehead, "The temperature seems to be getting higher and higher..."

"..." The gloom was immediately dispersed, Lin Yingkong gritted his teeth, "Minister, do you think I'm talking, huh?!"

Feng Rong ignored him for the time being, got up and went to the bathroom to twist a wet towel, forced him to fall back, forced him to put on the bed, and applied his forehead to cool down. Lin Yingkong almost didn't lift the quilt and said that he was a ghost fever, but the couple of senior ministers with a little worried look in his calmness, and all kinds of restlessness in his heart calmed down seven minutes.

Feng Rong saw that he was willing to calm down, and Lin Yingkong, who was in a fever, seemed a little bad. The last time Jiu Tianyu had a fever, the entire demon's attack power was very terrible. He was always worried that Lin Yingkong, who was also a member of the Dark Clan, would have the same reaction. Speaking of which, they had been on mission together for so many years, and they had suffered countless injuries of all sizes. They had never seen Lin Yingkong's wound worsen and become inflamed. Zhao Xiaming's whistle knife not only could break through Lin Yingkong's barrier, but also hurt him, who was born with a ghost spirit, to this extent. I don't know if it was the mastermind behind the scenes who deliberately wanted Feng Rong's life or was targeting Lin Yingkong indirectly.

After lying flat for a while, Lin Yingkong found that the minister had gone out of the sky again and said dissatisfiedly: "Minister, you haven't answered my question yet!"

"What..." Feng Rong really didn't remember what happened just now. He was confused after he mentioned it. He didn't know how many times he had repeated such an announcement. "It's just Xing Jun was just joking. What do you want to ask?"

There was no avoidance or embarrassment in his expression. Lin Yingkong looked at it and hesitated a little and said tentatively: "Minister, haven't you ever thought about why Xing Jun said that?"

"There are no so many reasons," Feng Rong was amused and crying, "Everyone told you not to keep caring about me. Xing Jun is very thoughtful, wouldn't he misunderstand?"

This is not a misunderstanding! Lin Yingkong stopped his words in his throat in time, feeling so stuffy. He was rarely stumbling after a while and said: "If I say...if...if, if what Xing Jun said is true, Minister, what do you think?"

"What can I think of the impossible?" Feng Rong adjusted the position of the wet towel on his forehead and said.

"What's impossible..." His answer made Lin Yingkong depressed and muttered depressedly, "Minister, you are so good and so powerful, isn't it normal for someone to like you?"

"After all, it's different," Feng Rong said naturally, "For many people, I'm not a suitable partner in love."

"That's just a part of the people..." Lin Yingkong looked at his face and felt something was wrong - why did the minister really not take this matter to heart?

"Think less about the mess." Feng Rong could not understand why his assistant stared at this matter and forced him to sleep with his eyes closed.

Lin Yingkong refused to rely on his plan and did not care about his plans before moving. "Minister, do you think I can't like you?"

Feng Rong just thought he was talking nonsense and covered his eyes laughably, "Sleep! What should I do if my little prince from the Wang family is involved in connection with me? Don't always think about these things that are at a loss."

I welcome you to make me suffer! Lin Yingkong was almost angry with him. When he said this, he did not let Feng Rong take Xing Jun seriously. He felt nervous and angry for a long time and felt wronged for a long time. The minister really didn't take this matter seriously at all!

Early the next morning, Di Bingqiao and Cheng Xiaodai went to the hotel front desk to lead the Lolimasi roses from the headquarters of the Ling Security Bureau. However, when they received the items, they were a little puzzled and were watched by everyone on the way. When the colleagues of the Ling Security Bureau saw it, they immediately showed a sudden realization and ambiguous smile. Di Bingqiao and Cheng Xiaodai were even more speechless.

Other members of the field team of the General Office also went out to the cafeteria downstairs to serve a lot of breakfast and came back. Seeing that they were holding a bouquet of white roses that could flood people, they were also heart-shaped and packed in a very beautiful way. Zhu Mengtian almost didn't hold the tray in his hand, and a series of questions popped up: "What are you two? What are you doing with flowers? Will Assistant Lin officially confess his love to the minister?"

Ding Youlan was also surprised, "Assistant Lin reached an agreement with the minister?" Didn't the minister avoid the problem yesterday?

E Jingbai also showed a little surprised expression. However, Yan Mimian beside him flirted with expressionless eyes, and then turned his eyes away and looked at Zhu Mengtian and the others without any interest, as if they were interested in the gossip in their mouths.

Di Bingqiao, holding the flower, said helplessly: "It's not what you think..."

Fei Rong, who was carrying a plate of bread, also said with confusion: "Even if Assistant Lin wants to give it, he can't give it such flowers, it's so unlucky!"

The smaller version of Cheng Xiaodai tried hard to keep her head exposed outside the bouquet, "Rongzi, do you know this kind of flower?"

"Lolimas roses," Fei Rong tweeted, "The flower language of this kind is 'nostalgia for death'."

"Uh, that's really unlucky..." Zhu Mengtian fiddled with the pure white and flawless petals, "Tsk, are there ninety-nine flowers, where did you get so many? Why do you use them?"

"It's related to the case," if Di Bingqiao hadn't been able to make a move, "I asked the people from the headquarters to send it here, and they probably wanted to be distracted. I'd just send so many, and I'd make the flowers look like this."

"If you have nothing to do, anyone will think about it, let alone what our group wants..." Fei Rong showed a gossip, "After that, what do you think about yesterday's incident? Just the uncle said that."

"What can I think?" Zhu Mengtian curled his lips, "Assistant Lin occupied the minister for a night last night, and I don't know if there was any negotiation."

"..." E Jingbai was about to remind everyone, so he stood in front of Feng Rong and Lin Yingkong's suite, but the door opened from the inside as soon as he pulled it.

The minister seemed to have just gotten up, his demeanor was slightly idle, and he glanced around the people who were blocking the door with breakfast, raised his eyebrows and said, "If you don't knock on the door, why are you muttering at the door?"

"Nothing!" Everyone in the field team of the General Office denied nervously, and Feng Rong didn't care. He turned around and went inside, probably not hearing anything.

The minister's mood seemed to be no different from usual... Everyone looked at each other and hurried into the house with curiosity that could kill people. As soon as they stepped into the door, everyone wanted to brake - what was the rhythm of Assistant Lin sitting on the sofa in the living room with a smile on his face, and the terrifying aura around him?!

But it is impossible to get out now. The group of people moved in with breakfast or flowers in their arms while making eye contact - Assistant Lin is so dissatisfied or dissatisfied?

Di Bingqiao looked sympathetic - probably because she had a broken conversation with the minister.

Fei Rong felt it was impossible - if the conversation collapsed, the minister would still live in the same room with Assistant Lin so naturally? Which of the men and women who confessed to him in the past could not be within three meters of him from now on? Of course, there are also part of Assistant Lin's contribution here.

Cheng Xiaodai hesitated - after all, this is Assistant Lin, the Minister will not do things too well...

So the team members wondered - are they collapsed or not?

Feng Rong, who had just slept in the early morning because of Lin Yingkong's fever, went to wash his face and woke him up. When he came out, he found his assistant sitting on the sofa and didn't know what he was thinking. The group members and Yan Mi were "stopped" with a lot of things. He felt that the behavior of his group members was getting stranger, so he said, "Why don't you put down your things and have breakfast? Do you want me to do it yourself?"

The big guy quickly came back to his senses, put things in the place, and divided the dishes and chopsticks, and got things done in a few seconds. Feng Rong was very satisfied with seeing it, walked over and sat next to Lin Yingkong, took the porridge that Ding Youlan gave him, and handed it to Lin Yingkong, and asked, "Can you hold the spoon in your hand? Should you put it on the table?"

"It's okay," Lin Yingkong smiled at him, "It's not very flexible, it's still nothing to use a spoon."

The field team members of the General Office looked at each other - hey? Although it seemed that it was not broken, it still felt wrong!

Feng Rong didn't pay attention to their "emotional feelings". After picking up a cucumber bag, he looked at the two bouquets of flowers placed on the ground. Because they were half blocked by Di Bingqiao's body, he couldn't see clearly, so he casually said: "Where did the flowers come from? Who of you have the luck of love?"
Chapter completed!