When she got upstairs, Lan Ling's face looked extremely ugly. It was obviously because Lu Meiqing ridiculed Duan Fei so much that she empathized with it.

Duan Fei comforted him: "Don't be so angry, it's normal that she doesn't know me."

"I don't like this woman very much because she is shallow and uneducated, and she is extremely wealth-worshipful!" Lan Ling gritted her teeth and said, "I don't know how my father was fascinated by her back then."

"Okay, OK," Duan Fei could only change the topic: "You call her mother, so you should tolerate some of her shortcomings."

"Do you think I'm willing to call her mother?" Lan Ling glared at Duan Fei: "I want to please her. I hope this woman can be happy to be kind to you, but she doesn't appreciate it at all!"

Unexpectedly, Lan Ling felt wronged because of this.

Duan Fei felt a warm current in his heart, and he grabbed Lan Ling's hand: "You don't need this, do I need her admission?"

Hearing Duan Fei's gentle words, Lan Ling's eyes turned red, she gently leaned her head against Duan Fei's shoulder, and her fingers gently drew circles on Duan Fei's chest: "I just don't want you to be wronged. Seeing you being ridiculed by her is even more uncomfortable than being ridiculed by myself."

Duan Fei hugged her slender waist and smiled, "What kind of identity am I? Her words seem to me like jokes. Do you think I will have the same knowledge as her?"

After some consolation, Lan Ling's mood improved a lot, and she raised her head and said, "I'll take you to my room."

"Okay," Duan Fei suddenly became interested: "I have never seen a girl's boudoir."

"You're probably not uncommon, right?" Lan Ling gave him a blank look: "The girls around you all want to get into your heart. They can do everything under your eyes. Not to mention the boudoir, you can see that they can take a shower."

Duan Fei smiled awkwardly, followed Lan Ling in shame, and came to her boudoir.

Lan Ling's boudoir is very big, far less compact and delicate than ordinary girls' boudoirs. And it is a suite, with arranging arrangements and elegant decoration.

"Those who learn to draw in the study room, those who learn to dance in the practice room, those who practice piano in the music room..."

While walking, Lan Ling introduced: "It's just that I rarely live here. It's big and luxurious, but it has no human touch."

Duan Fei nodded: "Your father is still good to you."

"Not bad?" Lan Ling sneered: "He just treats me as an open product. All the hardware is to cultivate the process flow of this product, so that this product will be more valuable after it is launched."

Duan Fei was shocked. He had never heard anyone comment on his father like this. He hurriedly said, "Your father is also for your own good."

He snorted coldly, Lan Ling did not argue with Duan Fei and took him to the study.

There are various photos on one wall here, including images of Lan Ling when she was a child and a trajectory of growth.

"I looked like when I was one year old. This is my grandfather and grandma. They are the best people to me in the family. And my grandparents, that was my best time. This is a photo of me learning dance when I was a child. Is it beautiful? I won the piano competition and my art teacher..."

Lan Ling kept introducing herself, which also made Duan Fei amazed at how rich her life was.

"Remember this photo?"

Suddenly, Lan Ling pointed to a photo from the hospital, her eyes full of gentleness.

Duan Fei took a look and felt familiar but couldn't remember it.

"Fool!"

Lan Ling smiled and said, "This is when I was in high school, I was robbed by a hooligan, but you were injured yourself..."

Duan Fei suddenly realized: "So this is the case. Did you actually take a photo?"

"How could I forget this kind of thing?" Lan Ling looked at the photo with affectionate eyes: "At that time, I had just entered middle school and had the pride of going to small places from big cities. No one looked down on me. Remember that you ignored me at that time."

"Yes, you were still a little princess at that time, so I didn't dare to talk to you." Duan Fei said with a smile.

"So you go after that little bitch Xu Yuan, and you are unwilling to accept my pursuit?" Lan Ling said with a glaring eyes.

"You are so outstanding, I'm not worthy of you." Duan Fei spread his hands: "Although Xu Yuan is not as good as you in everything, at least when I was with her, there was not so much pressure."

"But you almost died for me." Lan Ling's voice suddenly became low, and her eyes were filled with gentleness.

Duan Fei's heart blew, and he also remembered the girl's shrill screams, and the pain of being penetrated by a dagger...

"Thank you, Duan Fei!"

Lan Ling's voice sounded again, and her bright eyes were full of determination: "You gave me my life. Without you, there would be no me, so I will be yours in my life. If you don't marry me, I will never marry you and wait for you."

"Don't do this!"

Duan Fei was shocked: "You don't owe me anything, I volunteered to do that night."

"Then I voluntarily promise now!" Lan Ling said naturally.

"You are really..."

Duan Fei covered his forehead with a headache.

"I don't ask for anything," Lan Ling said quietly: "If you don't marry me, then let me give you a baby. Isn't this a request too much?"

"Ling Zi..."

It's time to say this. If Duan Fei is not moved, he will undoubtedly be like a beast.

Under his gaze, a red cloud rose on Lan Ling's pretty face, and the pretty face that was already close to full value suddenly became more gorgeous. Coupled with her friendship-filled eyes, Duan Fei was dry and wanted to do something.

Lan Ling seemed to have a heart-to-heart relationship, slowly closed her eyes and brought her red lips to her -

Seeing that the two were about to kiss each other, Duan Fei suddenly had a stern look and quickly blocked Lan Ling behind him.

"What's wrong?"

Lan Ling opened her eyes and looked at Duan Fei in surprise.

"Someone is here..." Duan Fei whispered.

Bang!

Lan Ling's boudoir door was pushed open and he walked in with heavy steps.

"It's Long Dehui!"

Lan Ling's face changed, and her mouth was filled with disgust.

"Yo, you're really here."

A figure flashed, and a tall figure appeared at the entrance of the study room. A very strong guy looked lustful.

"What are you here to do?" Lan Ling said coldly.

"Oh, what a fucking thing to bother you?" Long Dehui curled his lips: "Our dad is here, let you take this bastard down."

"Who are you talking about?" Lan Ling was furious.

Long Dehui snorted coldly, and did not talk nonsense to Lan Ling, and turned around and left.

"This bastard!"

Lan Ling's chest was undulating and she said to Duan Fei: "Let's go down. As long as my father is satisfied with you, I will be under no pressure from now on."

"Well, I will do my best." Duan Fei nodded.

The two went downstairs together, and then Duan Fei saw a burly middle-aged man sitting on the sand in the living room, talking to a young man with a greasy head and a pink face full of spring breeze.
Chapter completed!