Being a Lady of an Influential Family: 83. She is professional in beating people (one more)

"Good evening." Leng Sa obviously didn't feel that he had done anything excessive, and waved to Fu Fengcheng happily as a greeting.

Fu Fengcheng's eyes fixed on her for a long time without speaking, Leng Sa looked down at herself with some doubts. In good conscience, apart from the fact that she has no sleeves, her clothes are really not revealing. After all, it's not that there are no sleeveless dresses these days, it's just that there are not so many famous ladies who dare to choose to wear them in public.

"Leng Mingyue, you are not too timid." Fu Fengcheng said lightly, and his voice could not hear happiness or anger.

Leng Sa blinked and looked at Fu Fengcheng in surprise, "No, you actually care about this? Isn't it good-looking?" After speaking, she turned around in front of Fu Fengcheng in a good mood, feeling self-conscious. Very good.

"This is the dress I am most satisfied with in the past few years. Boss Fang is too reckless to only make dance clothes. I think she will be able to achieve something if she designs dresses." Leng Sa sighed.

Jing Shu needs such a talented and aesthetically advanced designer.

"So, you did it on purpose?" Fu Fengcheng asked.

Leng Sa nodded and admitted generously, "I am."

Fu Fengcheng pursed her lips slightly and looked at her without speaking, as if waiting for her to explain.

Leng Sa said confidently, "Aren't I going to be the eldest young lady of the Fu family? How can the dignified eldest young master of the Fu family marry an obscure little transparent? I'm doing this for your sake, Master Fu. Besides, it is my conscience. Do you think I'm not good-looking?"

Dare to say it's not good-looking, blow his dog's head off!

Leng Sa still clearly remembers the stinky man who mocked her as a man's wife before. Is there such a good-looking man-in-law in this world?

Fu Fengcheng stared at her for a long time, and finally nodded with a chuckle, "It's really beautiful."

This is definitely not a compliment, but the truth.

There are many good-looking women in this world, but they are so beautiful...the one in front of them is the only one.

Obviously she is a young girl who is about to turn eighteen, but unlike those girls who are always arrogant or shy or quiet, the girl in front of her can always attract people's attention in an instant, like a throbbing flower Leng Yan, dazzling, enchanting and moving, but if you want to surround her and absorb that touch of warmth, you will find that she is cold and distant, as if close in front of you and out of reach.

Fu Fengcheng looked at her, his eyes gradually deepening.

Leng Sa raised her chin with satisfaction, "You can admit that I look good, what else? I'm going to the dance."

"Prom? What to do?"

Leng Sa looked at him in amazement, "Of course the prom is dancing. You don't even know that there is a prom after the school celebration party every year, right? Until twelve o'clock in the evening."

"Don't go." Fu Fengcheng said coldly, and he was obviously startled for a while as soon as he said the words, as if he didn't understand why he said such words.

What does Leng Sa have to do with him?

Leng Sa leaned over a little closer to him, reached out and grabbed a petal from the rose in his hand and blew it away. The faint fragrance of roses stayed on her fingertips, making her feel better. Leaning on Fu Fengcheng's side, he smiled affectionately, "What are you thinking? Is it because I'm jealous, why should I listen to you?"

Fu Fengcheng's eyes turned cold, he raised his eyes and stared at the woman who was only a few feet away from him, as if breathing could be heard.

Pinching her delicate chin with one hand, Fu Fengcheng said calmly, "Leng Mingyue, if you dare to let another man touch you, I will kill you."

"..." I don't know who will kill me first. Leng Sa has no sense of crisis in his heart.

Fu Fengcheng seemed to see what she was thinking, and smiled lowly, the rose in his hand swept gently over her snow neck and said softly, "Even if I die, you have to stay with me."

I don't know if it was his cold voice or the rose in his hand, so Leng Sa couldn't help but shuddered, feeling like he was about to get goosebumps.

"Is it tiring to pretend to be a normal person?" Leng Sa whispered in his ear, "Master Fu, who else do you want to kill?"

Mass egg! Hold on! can win!

When you encounter snake essence disease, you must not be cowardly!

Fu Fengcheng's eyes seemed to have lost the temperature in an instant. If he hadn't been able to see his eyes clearly under the light, Leng Sa would have thought that what he saw was a pair of black holes. A chill couldn't help but jumped up from her back. She... seems, probably, possibly, really caused a snake essence disease? And he looks pretty sick.

Post Traumatic Stress Disorder? Schizophrenia? Or are you born a sociopath?

Just when Leng Sa wondered if they were going to stalemate here all night, Fu Fengcheng suddenly laughed again. The laughter was low and sweet, as if it was about to get into people's hearts. He suddenly stretched out his hand and dragged Leng Sa into his arms, resting Ying Ting's chin on Leng Sa's shoulder, and a low voice rang in her ear, "Leng Sa, you provoked me yourself."

"What are you doing?!" Madam Fu's extremely depraved voice sounded from behind, instantly piercing the strange atmosphere under the banyan tree.

Mrs. Fu walked over here with a cold face, with Zheng Ying and Fu Yucheng by her side.

Leng Sa calmly stood up straight and turned to face Madam Fu. Sure enough, she saw Madam Fu's indifferent expression with a bit of disgust. Leng Sa didn't care, and even shrugged in a good mood. She didn't think there was anything wrong with Mrs. Fu not liking her, after all, she had never liked this dignified and graceful lady.

One doesn't want to be a good mother-in-law, and one doesn't plan to be a good daughter-in-law, so why force it?

"Madam, good evening." Leng Sa nodded to Madam Fu with a decent smile.

Mrs. Fu's face was still ugly, "What were you doing just now?"

Leng Sa looked back at Fu Fengcheng, who was sitting behind him, and repeated it three times in his heart: Dog men are unreliable. Just as he was about to speak, he heard Fu Fengcheng's voice, "Mother, Ming Yue and I have something to say."

Mrs. Fu sneered, "If there is something you can't say, look at what you are doing? In broad daylight, really... shameless!"

"Shameless?" Fu Fengcheng seemed to have heard something funny, and suddenly reached out and grabbed Leng Sa's wrist and yanked him. Leng Sa was wandering out of the sky, when Leng was dragged by him and immediately fell into the wheelchair. Fu Fengcheng seemed to be prepared long ago, and clasped her waist with one hand to make her sit firmly.

"Fu Fengcheng!" Leng Sa was furious, but before he could finish speaking, he was blocked by his warm thin lips.

"Um..."

Stay still!

Leng Sa opened his eyes in astonishment, and saw these two words in the cold eyes.

"You, you!" Mrs. Fu's voice was trembling. No matter how Leng Sa looked at her, she couldn't help but want to pray for her, hoping that Mrs. Fu had no heart or blood pressure problems.

Fu Fengcheng clasped Leng Sa's waist with one hand and held her wrist with the other, "How can a fiancée cultivate a relationship, how can they be shameless? Then what is in Miss Zheng's stomach?"

"..." This guy really has a brood on Zheng Ying and Fu Yucheng, what does a big man do with such a small stomach? See how generous and free this lady is? If you encounter dog shit, you should go straight and stay away. Is it possible to step on it? No, a lot of footing.

Finally, Mrs. Fu was so angry that she had difficulty breathing. She was shivering and was supported by Fu Yucheng, who was also full of anger.

It suddenly became quiet under the banyan tree, and even Xu Shaoming didn't know where he went.

Leng Sa still sat still, and regretfully found that although she was sitting on Fu Fengcheng's lap, someone looked taller than her.

"You can get up now." Fu Fengcheng said lightly.

Ten thousand alpacas rushed past in Leng Sa's heart in an instant.

"Is my tofu delicious?" Leng Sa asked with gritted teeth.

Fu Fengcheng's eyes flashed slightly, "It's okay."

"Very good." Leng Sa sneered, punching someone directly in the abdomen, and then jumped up and took a few steps back.

Even someone like Fu Fengcheng, who had been rigorously trained since childhood, was bent over by this punch.

Leng Ye said that hitting people is professional.

In the past, people who dared to eat Leng Ye tofu would have grass growing on their graves.

A streak of blood spilled from Fu Fengcheng's lips, and Leng Sa narrowed his eyes and looked at him condescendingly, "Master Fu, I advise you not to kill yourself. Next time... I can't guarantee whether you will regret yourself or not. This life is a man."

Fu Fengcheng slowly sat up straight and seemed to finally relieve the pain. Looking at Leng Sa for a long time, there was no sign of anger on his face, a smile slowly overflowed from his lips, and then he laughed seriously.

Leng Sa looked strangely at the man who was holding his forehead and laughing in front of him. This neurosis seemed to be different from the blue fox, and he couldn't beat him well.

Silver Fox has never been an empathetic person, so has never had the will to converse with humans who can't communicate. Wangtian rolled her eyes at the moment, "Smile slowly, see you later." After speaking, she turned around decisively and left, she couldn't really kill Fu Fengcheng, what else could she do if she didn't leave? Miss Leng San was not without anger in her heart.

"Big... Young Master?" Xu Shaoming, who came out of nowhere, looked at Fu Fengcheng, who couldn't stop laughing, with trepidation. The Young Master must not be really crazy, right?

Fu Fengcheng raised his head, the smile on his face gradually faded a bit, but he could see that he was still in a good mood.

He raised his hand, and his fingers gently wiped the blood from his lips. The fingertips gently rubbed the bright red blood, as if there was a faint fragrance and residual warmth on it.

"Big... Young Master, do you want to ask the doctor to take a look?" Could it be that Young Master was beaten internally and injured? "

Fu Fengcheng glanced at him lightly, as if looking at an idiot.

Xu Shaoming also felt like an idiot, but he could only sigh in his heart and couldn't help saying, "Young Master, you just..."

"What?"

"Ms. Leng, and Madam's place..." Xu Shaoming didn't know what he wanted to say for a while, but he always felt that what the young master did tonight was not quite right.

Is it... just to get the young lady cheap? Being punched and bleeding, it's not cheap at all.

"Let her be watched."

"Who?"

The cold eyes fell on him like a knife, Xu Shaoming's expression was read as respectful and speechless, "Yes, young master."

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Sa Sa: Ma egg! Hold on! can win!

A Ling: I used to think so too.

Lan Lan: I used to think so too.

Sa Sa: You two are not strong enough (to Nangong), and the other is not smart enough (to Lu Xiaosi), you are not worthy of having an idea with Lord Leng!

A Ling/Lan Lan: This guy deserves to be beaten, flatten her!