From the moment An Xuetang entered the door, she did not hide the fierceness in her eyes at all, and just stared at An Xuetang.

Perhaps her eyes were too unscrupulous, and An Xuetang had already felt this hatred at this time. She narrowed her eyes slightly and turned her head calmly.

When she met Fu'er's hatred eyes, she still had no expression on her face, as if she didn't take Fu'er seriously at all.

The indifferent eyes looked up and down at Fu'er, then turned around, and his eyes still fell on Feng Ming.

Ning'er knew that their princess was too lazy to spend her energy on Fu'er, so she silently moved her body to block Fu'er's unafraid of death's vision.

An Xuetang was really too lazy to divide her energy to deal with dogs like Fu'er. Her gentle eyes fell on Feng Ming's face, "Brother, can I take your pulse?"

Feng Ming still did not respond, so An Xuetang directly stretched out his hand and touched his wrist.

Seeing that he did not refuse, she acted more boldly and directly pulled his hand over and put it on his pulse.

Fortunately, Feng Ming cooperated throughout the whole process and let her take her pulse.

But Feng Ming's pulse was very stable. From the pulse, he had no problem.

If it weren't for his dull eyes, An Xuetang would have mistakenly thought that he was healthy and normal.

After taking the pulse, she did not put Feng Ming's hand back, but just asked softly, "Brother, can you go back with me?"

She didn't want Feng Ming to stay with Fu'er.

After she asked, Feng Mingru did not respond as expected, and she had never thought of asking him to answer. She stood up directly and pulled his hand a little hard, wanting him to get up and leave with her.

What is sad is that Feng Ming did not cooperate with her this time.

Feng Ming continued to sit steadily like a mountain of Tai. This made An Xuetang a little anxious, so he could only pull him harder.

But he was unwilling to get up, and it was impossible to do with her strength.

Just when An Xuetang was in a dilemma, Fu'er, who was sitting on the bed, laughed a few times suddenly and gloomyly.

An Xuetang: "..."

This extremely uncomfortable laughter made An Xuetang frown in an instant.

She let go of Feng Ming's hand and slowly turned around.

Ning'er silently turned sideways so that she could see the person on the bed.

An Xuetang narrowed his eyes slightly, and a cold light and a bone-bone chill ejaculated. She stared at Fu'er, "Why are you laughing at?"

Her voice was chilling.

Fu'er was actually a little afraid of An Xuetang before, but since Feng Ming woke up, she knew that Feng Ming would protect her and prevent her from being in danger of her life, so she became extremely rampant, almost no one was afraid or no one was afraid.

Take it seriously.

At this moment, facing An Xuetang's questioning, she laughed proudly again.

After she laughed enough, she spoke arrogantly, "Of course I laughed at you for being overestimated. An Xuetang, who do you think you are? You still want to let Feng Ming leave with you?"

Speaking of this, the disdain and contempt in her eyes became more and more intense, "Don't dream, okay? Don't treat yourself as a scallion."

Seeing that she was rude to An Xuetang as if she had eaten the courage of a bear heart, Ning'er clenched her fists and her arms burst out, and she couldn't help it.

I saw her suddenly using light skills and rushed to the edge of the bed almost instantly. When everyone was not aware of it, she raised her hand and slapped her hard.

Now Fu'er is a useless person, and he has no room for resistance. He was slapped by Ning'er in the face.

"You..." Fu'er obviously didn't expect that she would still be slapped by Ning'er at this time, and her eyes were glaring at her with scarlet eyes, "You actually hit me?"

Ning'er's expression was cold, and her voice was not emotional. "It's you who sucked. If you don't put your mouth cleaner, I'll suck your mouth."

After making harsh words, Ning'er suddenly remembered something. She turned her head suddenly and looked at Feng Ming thoughtfully.
Chapter completed!