Ling Yun’s eyes were suddenly dark and extremely solemn.

"Of course...take my brothers... home!!"

Ling Bufan sighed heavily: "My children in the Ling family are all bloody men! They have the same feelings in their bones! It is the promise of our Ling family army to not give up on brothers and brothers!! In the battle of the first attack, many brothers were buried forever in a foreign country and their souls returned to another place! If it were you... would you want to take your brothers home?!"

"Dad, do you mean that the eldest brother went to attack and wanted to bring the dead souls of the 100,000 soldiers home!?"

Ling Bufan stood with his eyes down and he had been spitting out eight words after a long time.

"Avenge your revenge, brothers go home!"

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West Crossing Hospital.

Ling Luoyu sat quietly in front of the window, wrapped his arms around his arms, and looked at the desk with his eyes fixedly.

On it is the letter Shu Xiyan gave to Ling Yunfeng.

She carefully sorted out the details of the whole thing in her mind.

If it is an ordinary letter, there is no need to burn it.

He ruined the letter, because he must be afraid that someone would follow the clues and know what he would know!

What is my father afraid of?

He was afraid that who knows the content of this letter?!

"Young Master..." Xiaoying knocked on the door slightly.

Ling Luoyu received the letter: "Come in!"

"Young Master, Young Master Feng has submitted a message to you, want to pay homage to the third master?!"

"What's the matter!"

Ling Luoyu was as if he had eaten a fly, so shocked that he couldn't stop talking.

"What kind of wind is this fat man?!"

In the years since she and Feng Chenglin met, this product has never been a message to him.

Those who entered her Ling Mansion were like passing by their own homes, and they were never taboos and unscrupulous.

Why is this so frivolous and sent a message to you?

"Where is he?"

"Where is outside the mansion, I'm waiting for the young master to reply!"

Ling Luoyu took the letter of worship, his handwriting was neat and his words were rigorous.

The character is the handwriting of Feng Fatty.

But the logic of words is like a different person.

Ling Luoyu fell down and bowed his lips, curled his evil lips: "Let him come in!"

She wanted to see what kind of demonic wind the fat man had to do after so many days!

Not long after Xiaoying withdrew, she led the Feng Fatty Man to come quickly.

Before he got close, he burst into laughter: "San Young Master, I've never seen you one day, so it's always good?"

Ling Luoyu: "..."

Is Fatty Feng poisoned?!

The brain circuit is completely different from before!

The first sentence of the Feng Fatty in the past should be: "Fuck! Third Young Master, you have been leisurely these days, and I am so tired!"

"Fatty Feng, have you taken the wrong medicine? Why are you talking so sensible? The room is full of sour taste?!"

"San Young Master, why do you say that!? Don't you want me to be honest and steady, and speak steadily by my brother?"

Feng Chenglin stood with his legs together, and with a smile on his face, he smiled at an invitation.

"The tenth day of next month is my good day for brothers. I will invite Brother Ling and his family to the banquet..."

Ling Luoyu: "..."

Fatty Feng’s behavior is more like sending an ordinary invitation, recycling money in routine rather than invitations between brothers to watch the ceremony.

Ling Luoyu pointed his head and signaled Xiaoying to accept the invitation and sat down leisurely.

"Fatty Feng, congratulations..."

"That... Brother Ling, you see, I'm going to get married too. You always call me fat and fat, but it's indecent... Why not call me Brother Cheng Lin!?"

Ling Luoyu's eyes sank and he immediately smiled slightly.

"Okay, no problem!"
Chapter completed!