In the familiar fresh aroma, Feng Chenglin opened his eyes quietly.

A pair of even more familiar eyes came into view.

"Third Young Master?!"

He realized something instantly.

He was lying here, while Ling Luoyu looked down at each other condescendingly.

Horror arose.

He quickly and instinctively grabbed the clothes on his chest.

"Fuck! Third Young Master, what are you doing? This Young Master has no interest in men!"

The corner of Ling Luoyu's mouth twitched: "What a coincidence, I am not interested in men at all!"

She turned and got out of the way.

"Get up and have breakfast..."

Feng Chenglin rubbed his head and sat up, feeling a little dazed.

"Third Young Master, why are you in my room?! Did you drink too much at Qingyou's house yesterday and you sent me back!?"

Ling Luoyu stopped suddenly: "What did you say?"

Feng Chenglin rolled his eyes and didn't think he said anything wrong.

"I...didn't I go to Qingyou's house yesterday to propose marriage?! Those brothers-in-law, brother-in-law, and cousin-in-law all came to toast me... Third Young Master, you don't know, those people are all wine jars, and a jar of wine costs two

Those who drink wine are not drunk at all! I am so impressed! You don’t know, I have been drunk so many times that I have vomited..."

Ling Luoyu's lips trembled: "That... Fatty Feng, you not only drank and vomited many times, but also drank for many days..."

Feng Chenglin was getting dressed and couldn't help but pause: "I've been drinking for a while?! How many days have I been drinking?"

"...for a long time..."

Feng Chenglin saw something was wrong from Ling Luoyu's eyes, and his face instantly turned a little pale.

"During the past few days when I was disconnected...did a lot of things happen?"

"yes……"

Feng Chenglin swallowed his saliva dryly: "Then... you first pick something that is not so exciting and tell me..."

"Uh... you're getting married..."

"Bang!"

Feng Chenglin collapsed and sat on his knees on the ground.

"Third Young Master...you can't tell the truth, can you?!"

"It's absolutely true!"

"when?"

Ling Luoyu looked at him with great sympathy: "On the tenth day of next month...it's less than twenty days! Fatty, you don't have much time to be single! Do you want to enjoy yourself in time!?"

Feng Chenglin wanted to cry but had no tears.

At this time, Ling Sanshao still has the heart to make fun of him!

"Who...who made the decision to get married!? I'm so fucking unconscious, how can we get married?! If you want me to get married, you have to let me agree, right?"

Feng Chenglin said that he was about to get up and go to the army to investigate the crime!

Ling Luoyu became more and more sympathetic: "Fat man, the next thing I want to tell you is... a rather exciting thing!"

Feng Chenglin's knees went weak, and he simply prepared himself mentally and did not kneel down again.

"you say……"

"You personally agreed to get married! And... you are not unconscious. You are more alive than ever before..."

Feng Chenglin: "..."

Why does this sound so difficult to understand!?

"Third Young Master, are you fucking fooling me again?! Give me back the marriage I promised! If I had agreed, would I not remember it?! In my memory, there is only the proposal of marriage, and there is no marriage.

?!Third Young Master, you are teasing me again..."

Ling Luoyu suddenly pushed open the large screen in front of the bed and gestured with his head.

"Then does this thing appear in your memory?!"

That is a wedding dress for the groom.

Feng Chenglin's heartbeat suddenly slowed down by half a beat: "Third Young Master, my heart is not good, please stop scaring me... Where did you get these clothes?!"
Chapter completed!