Chapter 139: Do you think you are worthy: What about her?
"Yes, Master."
Butler Lin was about to leave, but he stopped him again.
"Steward Lin, let him in!"
In the living room, Nangong was already waiting there. The clothes on his body were soaked and clinging tightly to his body. His flaxen hair clung to his face, dripping water slowly, and his face was pale.
His thin lips were pursed tightly, and there was no expression on his handsome face.
"It's so late, why don't you come to my place?"
Feng Xiaoyu walked out of the study and looked at the person in front of him who looked as embarrassed as You'er. Does he still know how to chase her out? Does he still know how to find her?
"Feng Xiaoyu, stop pretending to be stupid in front of me. Where is she?"
Nangong Yi's voice was cold to the bone. He raised his eyes and looked at Feng Xiaoyu. He had searched everywhere. Without her, that pig would definitely not have let himself get exposed to the rain and cold. Among all the people she knew, only
Fengxiaoyu is here, so this is the only place.
"I don't know what Yi Shao is trying to say? It's not a good habit to wake people up in the middle of the night."
Feng Xiaoyu smiled as calmly as ever, but the sarcasm in her tone was not concealed at all.
"Feng Xiaoyu, let me ask - where is she?"
Nangong Yi looked at his calm look, the violence in his eyes burst out, and asked through gritted teeth, he hated this look of his the most, this calm look that had nothing to do with him even if the sky fell, let him
He felt sick.
"She was very tired and had already fallen asleep."
Feng Xiaoyu replied lightly, covering up the smile on her lips, and sat on the sofa.
"I want to take her home."
Sure enough, that pig is indeed here. The emotions in my heart are surging, like a mixed bottle of five flavors being knocked over. It tastes like everything.
"Yi Shao, sit down——"
Feng Xiaoyu looked at him with a smile. He got angry so quickly. So when he drove his right son out, didn't he think that she would be sad or sad? The person in front of him made him very disappointed, so he didn't even think about it.
Plan to hand her over to him.
"Steward Lin, why don't you prepare tea?"
Regardless of Nangong Yi, who was already furious in front of him, Feng Xiaoyu frowned slightly and asked loudly in displeasure.
Nangong Yi frowned, with a dark handsome face, radiating violent violence, and his hands had already been clenched into fists.
"No need, Fengdian, I'm afraid - I'll dirty your tea cup."
Suddenly, he smiled strangely, walked slowly in front of Feng Xiaoyu, and looked at him condescendingly.