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The cigarette rod in Bai Hemian's hand slammed on the floor with a "clack", and the ash inside fell, leaving a few scorched black marks on the carpet.

"Second brother Feng?" He ran downstairs in disbelief, wanting to question him face to face, but as soon as he rushed into the living room, he was grabbed by the third brother Feng's arm.

Third Master Feng's eyes were burning: "He Mian, be obedient, come home with me."

"But Second Brother Feng..." Bai Hemian turned his head frequently.

"Go back." Feng Qisong sat on the sofa without moving a muscle, met Young Master Bai's gaze, and his heart softened, "Wo Bai, take him home."

The third child of the Feng family, named Wo Bai, was refreshed when he heard the words, and he dragged Bai Hemian to leave the house.

How could Young Master Bai be such an easy fool?He stomped on Third Master Feng's toes, and then while Feng Wobai was screaming in pain, he broke free from the shackles on his wrists, threw himself on the sofa, and sat on Second Master Feng's lap regardless.

Feng Qisong let out a muffled groan when young master Bai sat on him, then smiled wryly, and held his ass in resignation.

Bai Hemian asked extremely aggrieved: "What do you mean?"

"...He tore up my marriage certificate, and you still let me go with him, you...are you humiliating me?"

Young Master Bai was trembling with anger: "You two brothers bullied me together. Who did I marry?"

"...Even if it's a deal, you can't push me to another man!"

"Be obedient." Feng Qisong's forehead was oozing with cold sweat and rain, but his face became more calm. He interrupted Bai Hemian's complaints with a smile, reached out to touch the gauze on the back of his head, and noticed that he She flinched, and raised the corners of her lips helplessly, "Of course you married me."

Hot breath sprayed on Young Master Bai's neck, he blushed when he was out of breath, trembling slightly as he hugged Second Master Feng's arm, tremblingly got up from the man's arms: "No, I don't want to go with him. "

"I, Bai Hemian, am not that lowly. I fled home in my ex-fiancé's car!"

At this moment, Feng Qisong realized that Young Master Bai's attitude towards Third Master Feng was not as good as treating himself. He knew that he should be happy, but thinking of the baby relationship they made since childhood, he was still angry: "Then you have to continue to live in the house. here?"

Second Master Feng took a deep breath, and when he opened his eyes again, he asked with a sneer, "Live in this house that your friend sent you?"

As if struck by lightning, Bai Hemian took half a step back in a daze, a sickly flush appeared on his pale face, and complex emotions were mixed together.

That's right, what stand does he have for pestering Feng Er Er to take him away?

"He Mian..." As soon as the words came out, Feng Qisong regretted it.

The proud young master has his scar exposed, how can he get close to him?

In the final analysis, it was all his fault. If he had revealed his identity from the beginning, and the letter to Bai Hemian had not been hidden, the matter would have been simpler.

But in Jinling, everyone knew that Bai Hemian was Feng Lao San's fiancé.

Second Master Feng was willing to bear the crime of liking his brother's husband's wife, but he didn't want Young Master Bai to bear the infamy along with him.

So no one knew how ecstatic Feng Qisong was when Feng Lao San tore up the marriage certificate, and how panicked he was.

He was glad that he had waited for many years and finally had the opportunity to take advantage of it, and was panicked by the bullying that Young Master Bai was about to suffer because of the third son's regretful marriage.

Therefore, after Feng Qisong found out that his younger brother was regretful and wanted to tie Bai Hemian to the Feng family, he decided to plan, stopped the sedan chair halfway, held a wedding banquet directly, and turned Young Master Bai into his husband and wife.

"Second Master..." Qian Shan held Feng Qisong's arm sadly, "Why are you doing this?"

Father, like son.The servants had already seen that Bai Hemian's attitude had softened significantly, but Feng Qisong's words directly pushed him back.

Qian Shan has been with Feng Erye for many years, and knows more than ordinary guards. Now seeing Feng Qisong struggling to walk outside the mansion, and still staring at the car going away, he couldn't help complaining: " The third master is too ignorant, how can he drive the car away and leave you here?"

"It's okay." Feng Qisong looked away, "He Mian just go back by car."

"Second Master!"

"Let's go." Second Master Feng got on his horse wearily, frowning, "Leave some people to clean the house, as for that apprentice and grandma..."

"I understand." Second Master Feng didn't need to explain clearly, Qian Shan had already agreed, "It's just...does Second Master think that Deng Tuzi looks familiar?"

Feng Qisong gave a soft "hmm".

Qian Shan yelled inwardly: "Which family's young master?"

"Let's talk about it." Second Master Feng didn't take it seriously at all, "The young master of any family is not as important as my young master."

Qian Shan was choked by the rain and coughed again and again, neither crying nor laughing, and thought: If you said this in front of Young Master Bai, you would have become the Second Young Mistress comfortably, why did you make such a fuss now? This stalemate?

Bai Hemian, who was already the "Second Young Mistress" in Qian Shan's heart, was sulking while sitting in the car.

Feng Wobai graciously handed over the handkerchief: "He Mian, don't worry, the second brother didn't mean to blame you. Besides, didn't he ask you to come with me? It must be that there are still many things to deal with in the mansion. for the sake of

"Deal with...what to deal with?" Bai Hemian looked coldly at the hand stretched out in front of him.

"Don't you understand?" Feng Lao San was heartbroken, "Those people saw that the second brother can stand up, and the second brother silenced everyone!"

"Silence?" Bai Hemian looked at Third Master Feng like a fool, "If it was true, I should have finished it when I went downstairs, but I didn't hear a single gunshot when I was upstairs?"

Feng Wobai was momentarily at a loss for words.

"You don't need your handkerchief." He pushed Third Master Feng's hand away, and said annoyedly, "Since the marriage certificate has been torn up, we have nothing to do with each other. Now that I am married to Second Brother Feng, don't get too close to me." .”

"He Mian, I didn't tear up the marriage certificate on purpose!"

"Really?" Bai Hemian frowned, "Do you think I still care?"

Young Master Bai crossed his legs and leaned his head against the car window, smiling half-smile, his voice was mostly blurred by the rain, and sounded vague: "I don't care when I'm being laughed at because of this marriage."

"...I didn't want to marry you at first." He moved his fingers on his knees, thinking of the cigarette that was left behind in the mansion, "We have caught up with the good time for reform, and now we are advocating it everywhere. Free love, let the marriage contract made in the past generation pass."

"But I owe you!" Feng Wobai held Bai Hemian's hand unwillingly, "It was my negligence that caused you to be ridiculed by everyone. If I took you back to Feng's family sooner..."

"Master Feng," he shook Feng Laosan's hand away, feeling that Feng Wobai was even more childish than himself, "what are you kidding? Even if you take me back to the Feng family, so what? I have no feelings for you, If you don't tear up the marriage certificate, I will too."

"... To be honest, I understand you." Bai Hemian said very calmly, "Who is willing to accept an arranged marriage? Even if I were friends with you before, I have no intention of marrying you at all. You probably think the same way. The marriage certificate will be torn up."

"I didn't, I was drunk..." Feng Wobai blurted out in a hurry, and then closed his mouth with a pale complexion.

"Tell the truth after drinking. You have already explained the problem by tearing up the marriage certificate after you were drunk." The dots of light seem to be hallucinations when you look closely.

How can there be any light on the dark mountain road?

He looked away sullenly, the anger in his heart had already dissipated, after all, Feng Qisong's questioning was normal in Bai Hemian's view.

Even if their marriage was a transaction, who would like to see their nominal other half being raised by another man before?

If it gets out, it will lose the face of both of them.

But in fact, Feng Qisong didn't care about his face at all.

Without a car, Second Master Feng had no choice but to ride down the mountain on horseback. He rushed to the hospital overnight. He didn't disturb Mr. Xun. He just found a doctor he knew well and hurriedly bandaged the wound on his leg. Chartered car home.

"Second Master, what are you in a hurry for?" Qian Shan yawned exhaustedly while sitting in the car, "I beg you, Young Master Bai has already returned home, even if you go back now, he will rest."

"Where did he rest?" Feng Qisong's complexion turned pale slightly, his eyes were filled with haze again, "The third child knew him well when he was young, and he has a marriage contract, if..."

What if an old relationship resurfaces?

Second Master Feng didn't say anything, but Qian Shan made a good guess: "It is logically impossible. Who is Young Master Bai? Even if he really wants to continue his relationship with Third Master, he can't." Choose today."

"...You just rescued him from Deng Tuzi, he was covered in injuries, how could he get close to the third master?" Qian Shan helped Feng's second analysis, "Young master Bai is not that kind of person .”

Feng Qisong smiled, noncommittal.

The car stopped in front of Feng's house, and the servants had already prepared the wheelchair, Feng Qisong sat on the wheelchair while leaning on the armrest, pursed his lips and shook towards the bedroom.

Qian Shan hurriedly followed behind, praying that Bai Hemian would calm down, and he had better sleep obediently on the bed in the bedroom, otherwise the second master would really go crazy.

The sky has turned pale, the rain has subsided a little, the thunder has drifted away, and the heat is showing signs of recovery.

Feng Qisong finally returned to the door of the bedroom, but he didn't see the slightest light through the crack of the door.

"The young master must be asleep." Qian Shan murmured to comfort him, but in fact he didn't know what to do.

"You go down first." Feng Erye's tone couldn't hear anything strange, "It's almost dawn, let's rest for a day tomorrow."

"Second Master..." Qian Shan still hesitated.

"I'm tired." Feng Qisong pushed open the door, and shut the loyal servant outside.

The bedroom was quiet, the bed curtains fluttered in the breeze, Er Ye Feng took off his soaked suit expressionlessly, without even looking at the bed.

"He Mian, you..." Feng Qisong changed into a clean underwear, closed his eyes and smiled wryly.

Is there anyone in the room, can Second Master Feng still not feel it?

The bright red quilt hadn't been replaced yet, as if silently laughing at Feng Qisong who was looking forward to returning.

What are you looking forward to?

Perhaps because he got Young Master Bai in name, Feng Qisong actually gave birth to many unrealistic fantasies.

He sat in the wheelchair for a while, suppressing his tyrannical emotions, and forced himself not to think about what happened between Bai Hemian and Feng Wobai. He shook the wheelchair and walked through the door connected to the side room.

What's the point of sleeping in the bridal chamber when Young Master Bai is not around?

Feng Qisong returned to his room, got up and walked slowly to the desk, and put the pocket watch and glasses on the table.The sky outside the window was already a little bright, and it made no sense to sleep or not to sleep. Second Master Feng picked up the pen on the table, hesitated for a moment, and switched it to his left hand.

It doesn't matter if He Mian likes his former lover, he just needs to be a "friend" for the rest of his life.

Feng Qisong unscrewed the pen cap and found that there was no clean paper on the table. When he turned around and walked to the bookcase, he glanced at the bed from the corner of his eye, and then froze.

The squarely folded quilt has been rolled into a ball, and half of the water red cheongsam slipped out from under the quilt, as well as a pair of slender feet, with white and tender toes curling up slightly with breathing.