Being a Lady of an Influential Family: 166, jealous? (one more)

Fu Fengcheng stared at the woman in black who was turning to look at him under the light in the room. In fact, very few girls wear this pure black skirt these days. First, black is not in line with Anxia people's preferences, and second, older people still feel unlucky.

Also, black skirts seem to be difficult to wear. Today's powerful girls in Anxia prefer to use all kinds of lace, embroidery, brocade, prints and even gems.

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

Slightly curly long hair draped over her shoulders, and the beautiful face of the woman who looked back and smiled was a little more charming and lazy for no reason.

Fu Fengcheng frowned. The moment she turned around, the throbbing black and golden ribbon seemed to float to his heart, causing the originally peaceful heartbeat to suddenly become a little out of order.

"Why are you here? Is there something wrong?" Leng Sa turned to look at Fu Fengcheng, who never entered her cloakroom.

As a sturdy man, Young Master Fu is obviously not interested in women's cumbersome clothes and accessories, and can't understand why Leng Sa, a woman who is not as sturdy as a woman, would be so stubborn about these meaningless things obsessed.

Fu Fengcheng looked at her and asked casually, "What is Madam doing?"

Leng Sa said with a smile: "Choosing clothes, you know I received an invitation from the Yongcheng Chamber of Commerce, and I'm going to the reception tomorrow."

Fu Fengcheng said: "Are you going to wear this dress to the reception?"

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

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

Leng Sa looked at him with disgust, "What kind of vision? Besides, this one is too grand. Those who didn't know it thought I was going to attend the state banquet."

Fu Fengcheng said, "That's it."

Leng Sa looked at the other piece and rolled her eyes, "Eldest young master, it's midsummer, isn't it hot? And this skirt is so long, it's very inconvenient."

"What are you doing inconvenient?"

Fu Fengcheng is not someone who has never seen the world. Even if he is not interested in various parties and dances, he does not know how many times he has attended. You can probably still figure out what kind of clothes you should wear on what occasions.

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

"...Are you going to a cocktail party or a mess?" Fu Fengcheng said, "That's it."

"..." Leng Sa could also see that Young Master Fu didn't mean to help her choose clothes at all, he just pointed randomly.

Glancing at him with some dissatisfaction, "Do you have any opinion on my vision?"

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

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Lan Jing saw that the young master's attention was focused on the young lady, and she carefully moved herself outside.

Fortunately, this cloakroom is really big. After Fu Fengcheng came in, the door would be empty, otherwise she would be blocked at the door and couldn't get out.

It's up to the young master and the young lady to solve this kind of thing by herself. As for her own life, the most important thing is to save her life.

Leng Sa couldn't help taking a breath, "Fu Fengcheng, did you do it on purpose? I'm ugly, I'm happy, but I want to wear this dress to the reception."

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

It was only when I walked to the door of the bedroom that I remembered that I had not changed my clothes. Wearing this clothes around Fu's house would definitely attract a lot of attention and Mrs. Fu's cordial 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 didn't forget to give him a big white eye and a cold snort.

Fu Fengcheng frowned slightly and held her arm when Leng Sa passed by him.

"Why?" Leng Sa looked down at him.

Fu Fengcheng squinted slightly and said, "You are not allowed to wear this dress tomorrow."

"I don't." Leng Sa gave him a provocative smile. You said it's not allowed? How embarrassing is the cold master?

He stretched out his hand and patted him, pulled his hand, and pushed back the long hair that was scattered on his chest, "Isn't it good-looking? I think this dress is very beautiful, the best look. It's just that my hair is a little bit different. Trouble, it's too long. How about I go back and get a short haircut?"

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

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

What did he say? !

"What did you say?!"

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

Leng Sa squinted slightly and stared at Fu Fengcheng, the expression on his face was still deep and he didn't know what he was thinking.

I don't know how long it took, Leng Sa suddenly let out a chuckle, leaned over and approached Fu Fengcheng, holding the armrest of the wheelchair with both hands, confining him to the wheelchair.

Of course, even if she doesn't do this, under normal circumstances, Fu Fengcheng's scope of activities is only so large.

Leng Sa slowly lowered his head and whispered in Fu Fengcheng's ear, "Young Master Fu, are you... jealous?"

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

Leng Sa said leisurely, "I remember... the last school celebration, you weren't too happy?"

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

What did you say about me? Leng Sa thought disapprovingly in his heart. It was a bit too exciting that day, and you don't have to remember things that are not important too clearly.

Before she could think about it, a pair of slender hands clasped her slender waist, and she was forced to fall down after a little force and coldness.

Want to come? !

Leng Sa snorted lightly and stretched out his hand towards Fu Fengcheng's hand that was supporting his waist.

Last time, she accidentally took Fu Fengcheng's way. This kind of thing can never happen again.

It's not easy to use the same trick all the time with Lord Leng.

Fu Fengcheng let out a low laugh, and supported Leng Sa with one hand to prevent her from getting up. In order to prevent herself from getting too close to him, Leng Sa could only use one hand to support Fu Fengcheng's shoulder to open the distance between the two. With such an awkward posture, the two took it apart with one hand.

You went back and forth several times, but it was Fu Fengcheng who held Leng Sa's wrist.

Leng Sa didn't care too much, let go of Fu Fengcheng's shoulders and attacked him. There was a smile on Fu Fengcheng's lips, and he clasped the hand around her waist with force, and Leng Sa threw himself into his arms without any surprise.

"..." Being too weak in melee combat is indeed a fatal pain for every sniper.

"Let go." Leng Sa glared at him and said solemnly.

"Agree to my terms." Fu Fengcheng said lightly.

"I said let go."

"Do not let go."

Leng Sa rolled her eyes, "Don't let it go? Don't regret it."

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

Leng Sa grinned at him, stomped **** his feet, and led Fu Fengcheng and the wheelchair to roll back together.

Both of them are trainees, and even if Fu Fengcheng's legs are inconvenient, he will not be seriously injured.

But Fu Fengcheng, who was sitting in a wheelchair, could never stabilize the wheelchair under such an impact, and could only help herself and her to roll over to the ground together.

The two of them overturned on the ground together with their wheelchairs. Fu Fengcheng avoided the injury that might have hit the wheelchair and rolled to the side with Leng Sa in his arms. Leng Sa was also unceremonious. After rolling around for a few laps in the fight, Leng Sa found that he still had the upper hand. He raised his head proudly and raised his eyebrows at Fu Fengcheng.

Fu Fengcheng sighed helplessly.

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

Fu Fengcheng raised one hand and gently picked up the black ribbon behind her and played with it, while casually asking, "You said if... Would you still be able to wear this dress tomorrow?" Then he tugged at the ribbon.

"Dare to touch my clothes. Believe it or not, I'll kill you?" said coldly.

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

It's hard to say who killed who.

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

"Hey, Master Fu, you shouldn't be really jealous, right? You've been studying abroad since you were a child, how come you look like an old antique compared to me, who was born and raised in China. Besides, we're not related that way. Ah. I promise that I will never do anything wrong to you during the continuation of the marriage, you can trust my character."

Fu Fengcheng lowered his eyes and said lightly, "Well, of course I believe Madam."

"Isn't that alright?" Leng Sa patted his hand to signal him to let go of himself, and it was at this time that Leng Sa realized how embarrassing their current position was, "Uh... do you want to let me go first? ?"

"No." Fu Fengcheng said.

How annoying is this intermittent snake spirit!

Leng Sa slightly lowered her head and approached Fu Fengcheng, teasing with a half-smile, "Young Master Fu, do you really like me? You can't like me with this attitude. If you want to chase me, at least..."

"No." Fu Fengcheng interrupted her calmly.

"Nothing?"

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

"..." What a good idea to punch this guy to death.

The little devil in Leng Sa's heart showed ferocious fangs, but the smile on his face became sweeter and sweeter, "So, what are you...what are you trying to do?"

Fu Fengcheng didn't answer, and seemed to be thinking about this question.

Leng Sa stretched out his right hand, and his fingers gently stroked Fu Fengcheng's heart all the way up his neck and chin, landing on his handsome face, and finally stopped on the scar at the corner of his eye.

Leng Sa bowed his head and tapped on the scar like a dragonfly.

Fu Fengcheng's originally relaxed body suddenly stiffened, "Leng Sa." His voice was low and sweet, but with a clear warning.

Leng Sa ignores it, isn't it just for fun, it's not that Leng Ye can't afford it.

With such a superb item in front of me, I would be grateful if I didn't do it.

"Young Master Fu, has anyone told you that you are beautiful?" Leng Sa whispered in his ear.

Fu Fengcheng's eyes dimmed, he stood up a little, hugged Leng Sa, turned around, and immediately changed his form on offense and defense.

Fu Fengcheng looked down at her condescendingly, stretched out his hand and brushed the loose strands of hair aside, "Leng Sa, you provoked me yourself."

"Serious!"

Fu Fengcheng squeezed her small chin with one hand and looked at her for a long time before lowering his head and kissing her heavily.