Feng Wuze smiled indifferently, supported her chin with one hand, and looked at Lan Xi with a smile, "It's really been a long time since we met. The two are still as inseparable as before."

When Lan Xi faced his extremely penetrating eyes, she stiffened and then bent her lips, "The head of the Feng family still likes to joke as before."

Feng Wuze leaned forward, approached Lan Xi, and smiled evilly, "It's not the first day I met you. What's the head of the Feng family? You seem so unfamiliar."

Lan Xi was calm as before, "Are you unfamiliar?"

Feng Wuze nodded and approached more violently, "My master called you Lan Xi, you should call me Wuze."

Lan Xi, “…”

Has he been teased?

"Feng Wuze, don't joke around." A cold voice suddenly sounded, Duan Fan reached out and dragged his wheelchair to take him.

"hehe."

Feng Wuze curled his lips and sat down slowly.

He turned his face and looked at Duan Fan with interest, "I'm so angry, isn't this like you, Mr. Duan?"

Duan Fan looked at him coldly, "Feng Wuze, don't force me to do it."

If you don’t talk much, you can’t stand the way.

Thinking of Duan Fan's strange medicines, Feng Wuze narrowed his eyes slightly and said in a friendly tone, "Lan Xi, your second senior brother is so fierce, you have to protect me. I have no power to tie a chicken, so I can't resist beating."

Lan Xi looked puzzled while lying down.

He is the only one who has no power to tie a chicken?

Oh, this is the biggest joke.

Duan Fan glanced at Feng Wuze, turned to Lan Xi, with a hint of resentment in his eyes.

When did he get so familiar with Feng Wuze?

Lan Xi turned her head and remained silent.

It is their business to quarrel or fight, and he does not interfere.

Duan Fan's eyes were slightly dark, and his heart was a little aggrieved.

Fortunately, after a while, Feng Wuze was entangled by other guests and had no time to provoke them.

Duan Fan took the opportunity to get up and pushed Lan Xi away.

Duan Fan lowered his voice and reminded, "Feng Wuze is not a good person, please don't get close to him."

Lan Xi's eyes flashed slightly, "Is that so? I don't think he has any malicious intentions."

At most, it's a bit naughty and a bit bad.

These words fell into Duan Fan's ears, and he was undoubtedly defending Feng Wuze, and he felt even more unhappy.

His face looked slightly ugly, and he had no good impression of Feng Wuze.

...

The small garden in the guild hall is filled with flowers.

The nth time I called Qiao Luo and couldn't get through, Long Beijue almost dropped his cell phone.

He looked at the large area of ​​beautiful flowers with a gloomy face, and was in a very bad mood.

"Beijue."

A gentle voice sounded behind me, with deep admiration.

Long Beijue turned around and saw that it was Yun Ruoxiang, whose delicate face was covered with a layer of coolness.

A trace of injury flashed in Yun Ruoxiang's eyes, and he said with a smile on his face, "Beijue, you have already started to select raw stone wool materials. Grandpa Han asked me to call you over."

Long Beijue frowned slightly and his voice was clear, "You should call this young master like others, better call me Young Master Long, so as not to cause unnecessary misunderstandings."

After saying that, without a trace of stopping, Long Beijue left straight away.

The straightforward words stifled her face.

Yun Ruoxiang once again understood his indifference and ruthlessness, and his face turned pale.

From childhood to adulthood, she relied on the fact that the two families were family friends, thinking that she was different from other girls and could be one step closer to him.
Chapter completed!