Ling Luoyu rolled his eyes and squinted: "Of course I have something to say... Is it because I instigated you to like Miss Zuo? Is it also my instigation that you want to marry her as your wife? You..."

"Shut up!" Zuo Furong shouted angrily, her eyebrows raised, as if she had torn Ling Luoyu's heart out.

She still couldn't figure out her relationship with Feng Chenglin, and Ling Luoyu was actually worried that the world would not be in chaos again.

A girl in a yellow dress stood up quickly, "Fu Rong! Keep your voice down! The auction is about to start, and there are people sitting outside. If word spreads, it will be even more unclear..."

Her name is Hao Qingyou, she is Zuo Furong's best friend, and she is very close.

Ling Luoyu looked at her with a scornful look: "Miss Hao, what's unclear about this? Fatty Feng likes Miss Zuo, he just wants to tell her..."

Zuo Furong couldn't bear it anymore, pulled out the long sword in the maid's hand, and stabbed Ling Luoyu: "Shut up!"

Before Ling Luoyu could make a move, Fatty Feng had already dodged in front of her.

"Fu Rong... don't do whatever you want. Third Young Master doesn't mean any harm..."

Zuo Furong was even more crazy: "What is your name Furong? Are you familiar with me?"

Feng Chenglin waved his hands quickly: "No... I mean, the Third Young Master just wants to bring us together..."

"Bah! Damn you fat man, you don't even know what kind of virtue you are, and you still want to... It's really a toad that wants to eat swan meat..."

Feng Chenglin's mouth twitched, feeling inferior and speechless. He could only poke Ling Luoyu behind him with his elbow.

"Third Young Master, please say something..."

When he turned around to look, he found Ling Luoyu looking at him with a strange look in his eyes.

Feeling frightened in his heart, he smiled mischievously: "Third Young Master, why are you looking at me like this?"

"Fat man, I realize that you truly love me... Otherwise, when Miss Zuo was facing each other with swords, why would you have to block my sword..."

Feng Chenglin's face was so bitter that he could squeeze out bitter melon juice: "Third Young Master, it's already this time, and you still have the heart to joke..."

Zuo Furong stomped her feet angrily: "Are you two disgusted enough here? Damn fat man, I will officially tell you today that even if all the men in the world die, I will not marry you..."

"Fu Rong..." Hao Qingyou pulled her sleeves tightly: "What you said..."

She saw Feng Chenglin's embarrassment and kindly tried to smooth things over.

"We all grew up together. It's better to leave a little leeway when talking..."

Zuo Furong pointed at Feng Chenglin's nose angrily: "Qingyou, I left room for him? Then why didn't he leave room for me? His grandfather first asked the matchmaker to come to my house to propose marriage. After my father refused, he actually said in public

It’s my fiancé… He ruined my innocent girl’s name like this… Who should I ask to reason?!”

Hao Qingyou glanced at Feng Chenglin in embarrassment, and frowned slightly: "Young Master Feng, you said you are really... If you make such a fuss, everyone in the capital will know about your relationship... You

How can Furong behave in the future..."

"That's right!" Zuo Furong felt even more aggrieved: "Qingyou, tell me...I...how could I marry this toad..."

Ling Luoyu's eyes darkened and he sneered: "Zuo Furong, are you a little too narcissistic?! Fatty Feng is a toad, but you are not necessarily the white swan..."
Chapter completed!