No one expected that Ling Luoyu would say such words, and everyone was stunned for a moment, and the room was extremely quiet.

After a long time, Zuo Furong turned pale and trembled and said: "Ling Luoyu... what did you say?"

"Didn't I make it clear enough? All the dandy young masters in the capital are envious of your talent and beauty, so you think you are a unique beauty... But in my eyes, you are pampered, bitter, self-righteous, and unreasonable

Unforgiving...not as reasonable as Miss Hao...at least she understands that she shouldn't attack others personally..."

Zuo Furong gritted her teeth: "I'm sorry for you, fat man..."

"That's right! We were wrong in this matter... But as far as I know, Miss Zuo and the Crown Prince also have a very good personal relationship. There were rumors a year ago that... Miss Zuo is expected to become the Crown Princess... Is this the case?

Aren’t these words blaspheming Miss Zuo’s maiden name?”

Feng Chenglin took a breath, why didn't he hear this statement?

God, does this mean that he has touched the prince's woman again?

Ling Luoyu raised his eyebrows crazily and squinted his lips: "Miss Zuo, you don't object to the rumors with the prince, but you complain that Feng Chenglin ruined your reputation. I'm afraid only you know the mystery, right?! Zuo Furong

, remember one sentence...if you ignore him today, tomorrow he will make it impossible for you to reach...Fat man, let's go!!!"

Feng Chenglin was still confused, but he still followed Ling Luoyu and went straight back to his room, only to wake up from his dream.

"Third Young Master...what you said...about Zuo Furong and the Crown Prince, is it true??"

Ling Luoyu's eyes were deep and he sank in leisurely: "Half the people in the capital know that Zuo Shilang is determined to cling to the prince, so he blocked many people from asking for marriage... But your old man didn't know, so he went to propose marriage. How can that not cause trouble?

?!"

Feng Chenglin sat down: "She and the prince... unexpectedly..."

"Fat man, to be honest, I can see that you like Zuo Furong very much, and you really hope that this marriage can come true... But listen to my advice, she is not your type... This woman is very scheming, you can't play with her

Her... So, before you are completely defeated, get away..."

Feng Chenglin suddenly stood up, as if a needle had stabbed his butt: "Third Young Master...did you do all this on purpose?"

"Yes! I just want you to see clearly her attitude towards you so that you can completely give up... Fatty, falling for a woman like her... is not worth it!"

Feng Chenglin nodded and forced a smile: "Third Young Master, you underestimate me too much... Is this Young Master the kind of person who will fall for a woman?"

Ling Luoyu knew him well. He had no scheming and a cheerful personality. He would be sad for three to five days at most if he was hurt by love, so he didn't bother to comfort him. He got up and walked to the terrace.

It was close to noon, and the auction was about to begin. The hall downstairs was full of people, and there were also people on the sixth-floor terrace, and there was a lot of noise.

With an inadvertent glance, she met a pair of deep eyes that could accommodate hundreds of rivers.

"It's him?"

It turned out to be the evil man who played chess with her in front of the palace that day.

He was sitting on the terrace in the middle of the sixth floor. He was dressed in white and had an indifferent smile. He was still so charming and charming.

Next to him, stood a man in black with a long sword in his arms.

Hearing Ling Luoyu's whisper, Feng Chenglin stepped forward curiously: "Who is it?"
Chapter completed!