Being a Lady of an Influential Family: 211, angry? (two more)

When Leng Sa and Fu Fengcheng returned to Fu's house, Xiao Yiran followed suit as a matter of course, euphemistically, when he came to Yongcheng, he naturally wanted to visit Fu Dujun.

After arriving at Fu's house, Xiao Yiran really went to see Governor Fu, but Fu Fengcheng did not follow him, but went back to his yard with Leng Sa, obviously not interested in what Xiao Yiran and Governor Fu had to say. .

Leng Sa is really not optimistic about Xiao Haoran and Leng Mingshu's marriage.

The attitude of the Xiao family doesn't look like they are serious about marrying a daughter-in-law. Not long ago, they were thinking about breaking off the marriage. It took a long time to send someone to propose a marriage, and the wedding date was arranged so close.

But it's impossible for the Leng family to listen to her opinions, not even Leng Mingshu. In Leng Mingshu's opinion, Leng Sa's preventing her from marrying Xiao Haoran was not for her own good, but more like she was jealous of her marrying a good family.

Leng Sa sat on the swing and sighed softly.

"What are you thinking? Are you in a bad mood?" Fu Fengcheng pushed her wheelchair over and looked at her and asked.

Leng Sa got off the swing and sat down on the stone bench next to her, "I'm thinking about Leng Mingshu and Xiao Haoran's marriage."

Fu Fengcheng said: "There is nothing to think about. The Xiao family wants to break off the marriage, which proves that the Leng family has little meaning to them. Even if there is pressure from the emperor and Xiao Yiran, this marriage is meaningless."

Leng Sa said: "So, why does the old man insist on marrying Leng Mingshu to Xiao Hao when it is not someone else? Where did he get his confidence and what benefits can he get from the Xiao family with the current strength of the Leng family? ?"

Fu Fengcheng shook his head, "If you don't want this marriage to happen, it's very simple."

Leng Sa certainly understands what he means. There are many ways to stop this marriage, and it is not only the Xiao family who can decide.

Leng Sa thought about it for a while and shook his head: "Forget it, since the old man insists, they can do it themselves. I also want to know... what the old man wants to do."

"Then why are you in a bad mood?" Fu Fengcheng looked at her and asked, smiling coldly, "I just feel... Leng Mingshu, a girl being treated as a **** is a little sad."

"This is her own choice." Fu Fengcheng said indifferently.

"The Leng family educated her like that. In fact, she has no other choice." Leng Sa sighed softly.

People's thoughts are very stubborn, especially the thoughts cultivated from childhood to adulthood.

Even if there are a thousand paths in front of her, Leng Mingshu, who is bound by the education of the Leng family, may only choose that path. Some people in this world will have a feeling of resistance, but there are more people who choose to indulge.

There is nothing to wake them up other than enough unforgettable pain. Before that, any persuasive suggestion was heresy in their eyes.

Fu Fengcheng said: "So, Madam doesn't look like someone educated by the Leng family."

Smiled coldly, "So, Young Master Fu doesn't look like the rest of the Fu family."

Everyone is kept free. The Fu family is rich in ordinary people who do nothing, but Fu Dashao thrives. It is indeed not like the rest of the Fu family.

But on second thought, Du Jun Fu came from an ordinary business family. He has attended private schools for several years since he was a child, and he has never attended a university or studied in any military academy. It was all because of his passion and ambition when he was young that he developed into the six southern provinces that he is today.

Fu Fengcheng said, "So... my wife and I are a natural match?"

"..." Leng Sa stared at Fu Fengcheng for a while without speaking, Fu Fengcheng was a little puzzled, "What is Madam looking at?"

It looks like your character is going to collapse.

Leng Sa leaned over and approached Fu Fengcheng, staring at his handsome face with some curiosity, "Why do I think it's a bit strange for you to speak today."

"What's strange?" Fu Fengcheng asked calmly.

Leng Sa said: "Always say some strange things, it doesn't fit your style of Master Fu at all, okay?" Say a few more words, and she will think that this guy is flirting with her.

"..." Don't want to talk anymore.

Fu Fengcheng stepped back, turned his wheelchair and walked away.

Leng Sa was left on the spot and blinked twice, very puzzled, "Aren't you happy again?" What's going on with this guy today? How did the mood go up and down?

"Young madam, are you angry?" Lan Jing approached with a plate of fruit, lowered her voice and asked cautiously.

Leng Sa raised her eyebrows, "How do you know?"

Lan Jing compared her face, "I saw the young master when he just entered the study, and his face was so gloomy that it was about to drip."

Although it is said that Master Fu became gloomy and violent because of his injury, the legend is a legend after all. At least Lan Jing and Yuan Yinglai didn't feel how bad Master Fu's temper was these days. At most, it was just a matter of avoiding strangers.

But...it doesn't mean that Lan Jing won't be afraid when Master Fu is unhappy.

"It's okay, there are always a few days a month." Leng Sa said calmly.

"Are you sure?" Lan Jing asked.

Leng Sa hesitated for a moment, "Should...?" I didn't hear anything today that upset Master Fu. Could it be because of Xiao Yiran?

Leng Sa walked into the study with a plate of fruit, Xia Wei'an and Xu Shaoming were standing in front of the desk, and they were frozen like two little animals shivering in the wind by Fu Dashao's low pressure and the cold spitting out of their mouths.

Seeing Leng Sa coming in, Xu Shaoming winked frantically at her, madam, please help.

Actually, Young Master Fu is quite graceful when he gets angry. He doesn't slap the table and curse like Mrs. Fu, nor does he throw things like Mrs. Fu, and he doesn't even beat people.

But as long as you stand there and stare at him with his cold eyes, and listen to his cold and emotionless voice, most people will want to dig a hole and bury themselves in the place.

Leng Sa stood there a little hesitant, should he just quit as if he didn't see Xu Shaoming's call for help. After all, she didn't guarantee that Fu Fengcheng would turn his gun on her. If Fu Fengcheng got mad at her, would she want to do it?

Fu Fengcheng, who was talking, also paused when he saw Leng Sa, and just when Leng Sa was about to slip away, he heard Fu Fengcheng say: "That's all, go do things."

Xu Shaoming and Xia Wei'an breathed a sigh of relief at the same time, but Xia Wei'an was more obscure.

Xu Shaoming looked like he was receiving amnesty, quickly pulled the documents on the table, dragged Xia Wei'an and ran out.

“…”

The study was quiet.

Leng Sa looked at the empty study room, then looked at his study room behind him, hesitantly took a step back.

"Come here and tell me if you have something to do." Fu Fengcheng looked down at the documents in front of him and said lightly.

Leng Sa gave a dry laugh, "It's okay, I just want to ask if you eat fruit?" I left if I didn't.

"Bring it here."

Okay.

Leng Sa sighed in his heart and walked over with a fruit bowl.

While secretly slandering in my heart, listening to Lan Jing's instigation to run to see why Fu Fengcheng was angry is stupid.

Put the fruit on the table and push it towards Fu Fengcheng, "Well, eat it. It's washed."

Fu Fengcheng glanced at the sweet and watery fruit on the table and did not speak. Leng Sa felt that the atmosphere was suffocating.

He simply leaned over the table and looked at Fu Fengcheng with his chin on his back, "Are you angry?"

"No." Fu Fengcheng said lightly.

Leng Sa tilted her head to look carefully for a while, and sincerely suggested, "Would you like to look in the mirror and then talk?" Although Master Fu is noble and glamorous in daily life, there is still a difference between indifference and gloom, right?

Fu Fengcheng put down the pen in his hand and looked up at her.

Leng Sa looked at him with a smile, without any intention of giving in or fear.

"Madam wants to know why I'm angry?" Fu Fengcheng asked with raised eyebrows leaning against the back of the chair behind him.

Leng Sa said: "So, I'm really angry."

"Come here, I'll tell you." Fu Fengcheng said.

Leng Sa stood up and smiled at him, "Do you think I'm stupid?" Now that this time has passed, what if this guy sneaks up on her?

Fu Fengcheng took a deep breath and calmly said, "Come here, I won't do anything."

Leng Sa looked at him suspiciously, but was driven by a strong curiosity.

She wasn't really afraid that he would do it, mainly because even if a fight broke out, it wouldn't be fun and boring.

Others might even blame her for bullying.

Walking to Fu Fengcheng, Leng Sa squatted down very accommodatingly and said, "Tell me, young master, who made you angry today?"

Fu Fengcheng said, "You."

"Me?!" Leng Sa widened his eyes and said dissatisfiedly: "How did I make you angry?"

Did she do anything today?

"You don't spit, I didn't do anything today."

Fu Fengcheng was about to speak and suddenly his face changed and he fell forward. Leng Sa responded very quickly and quickly supported him, "Hello?! What's wrong with you? I really didn't do anything."

"No, it's okay!" Fu Fengcheng's face was leaning on Leng Sa's shoulder, one hand resting on the armrest of the wheelchair, gritted his teeth.

Although he said it was fine, Leng Sa could feel the tightness and stiffness of the muscles under her hands, and the sweat on her shoulders wetted her clothes in a moment.

"Where is the pain? Is it the leg?" Leng Sa put aside the question just now and asked in a deep voice.

Fu Fengcheng leaned against him, closed his eyes and endured the sudden pain before he said solemnly, "It's fine, don't worry."

It's just that the voice is obviously weak, as if it was squeezed out of the teeth.

Leng Sa took a deep breath, turned her head and said to the outside, "Lan Jing, call the doctor over here!"

The next moment, Fu Fengcheng couldn't sit still any longer and fell down from the wheelchair. Leng Sa quickly got up and pressed the backrest of the wheelchair with one hand, and pulled him back into the chair with the other.

When he looked down again, Fu Fengcheng had passed out.

Even in a coma, he still frowned, and the muscles under his clothes were still tense and even twitching slightly. Obviously, even the severe pain in the coma was still tormenting him.

Leng Sa looked at his sweaty face, and couldn't help but cast a shadow in his heart.

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-_-||~ I almost fell asleep~ A few minutes late, alright