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Since the hostages had no real intention of running away, Feng Qinglang sat beside Wumanela very cooperatively, and accompanied her to watch the daffodils with their translucent and exquisite yellow pistil hearts against the lush green leaves, in the quiet afternoon. For some reason, Feng Qinglang always felt that Wumanela's state today was a bit strange.

"Well, sunny, do you know what the flower language of daffodils is?" Umanela asked softly.

Feng Qinglang searched his mind, and said uncertainly: "It seems to mean miss..." As for the knowledge of literature and art, he asked himself that he might not be as good as Nan Xinghun.

Seeing that the other party was silent, he couldn't help but added cleverly: "Are you homesick? Do you still miss the classmates of Xingyun Academy? That's right, Xingyun should start school... Hey, soon, when Tang Xuan recovers, he will send him You go back."

But Umanela shook her head and said: "Neither! You can call me rebellious or heartless, but I don't miss home at all. Since I was a child, I watched how they cheated each other. My parents said it was for this family, but I think what they are satisfied with is themselves, enjoying the game of power, and usually don't see them a few times a year... I remember a time a few years ago when I had a high fever, my father finally stayed by my bed all night. I was so moved, but when he fell asleep in the middle of the night, he yelled in his dreams that he wanted to kill a certain political opponent, which woke me up with fright. Think about it, how much trauma my young heart has suffered... "

Feng Qinglang looked at this stunning girl silently. In the Di Dynasty, she was a typical heir of a wealthy family. She was loved by thousands of people. In people's minds, she was radiant, with beauty, wealth and wisdom. She had everything... However, everyone has their own troubles. Light and shadow are a pair of inseparable partners. There are always many unknown shadows behind the brilliance...

Umanela continued to confide, or more like talking to himself: "Hsing Yun Academy, let's not think about it. I obviously like illusion, but my father insists on sending me to politics, not to mention how bad my grades are." Oh, my old lady and her group of little friends, they are all kinds of comparisons all day long, so that my old lady has to go with the flow and accompany them in various comparisons, alas, my heart is so tired..."

Feng Qinglang couldn't help being a little dumbfounded, the young girl in her prime felt very tired, so shouldn't a person like him be cremated?

Wu Mannela glared at Feng Qinglang, obviously dissatisfied with the other party's expression, and said: "Narcissus is in our Shadow Moon Tribe, that means the best time, can you understand?"

Because the girl suddenly mixed in a little southern dialect of the Shadow Moon Tribe, Feng Qinglang wondered, "Does it mean the golden years?"

But Wumanela suddenly smiled sweetly, and said: "Actually, it is Wumanela! Wumanela, in the Shadow Moon Tribe, means the most beautiful daffodil! Sunny, today is my birthday!"

After all, her hand passed through Feng Qinglang's arms naturally, and she leaned her head lightly on the other's shoulder, and said softly: "Happy birthday to me, Qinglang!"

"...Well, happy birthday, Miss Wumanela!" Feng Qinglang suddenly felt a little guilty. This girl liked her since she was a child and regarded herself as an idol, but on the most important birthday in her life, she let him and Tang Xuan was kidnapped and spent in a strange place.

Umanela raised her head slightly, pointed to her cheek, and said softly, "Without the blessing of a kiss, this sentence of happy birthday is incomplete."

Feng Qinglang felt that she shouldn't refuse such a request, so she lowered her head, and when her lips were about to touch the fragile skin of her face, Wumanela suddenly turned her face, and her lips and lips immediately came into intimate contact, the girl It was as if he mustered up his courage and stuck out his tongue clumsily. To Feng Qinglang, it was a piece of sweet softness. He widened his eyes, and always felt that something was wrong, but the fragrance mixed with daffodils made him fall into a trance. In a brief moment of confusion...

Time seems to have passed only for a moment, and it seems to have passed through an extremely long scene.

Until... a human voice suddenly came from behind: "Hey, that person looks a bit like Sunny..."

Such an interrupted voice was like an order to end, the girl lowered her head again in a panic, and to complete this action, it seemed as if she had exhausted all her strength, tightly holding onto Feng Qinglang's arms, her cheeks blushing, He was breathing quickly, as if he had just finished a long-distance run, his eyes were fixed on the green grass by the lake under his feet, completely unfocused, and his mind was replaying the details just now...

Feng Qinglang was a little bit dissatisfied, but looking back, the dissatisfaction was a little more embarrassing.

As the school was about to start, Master Situ Weiyang was returning with his followers, Nan Xinghun and Nan Yong were also accompanying him.

Nan Xinghun's face was slightly pale, and she was replaying the scene she just saw in her mind. She wanted to smile as hard as usual, but she could only move the corners of her mouth meaninglessly... The last time Haisha Islands After that, after a hasty farewell, she always looked forward to the day when she and Feng Qinglang would meet again. In her opinion, there were always many things to tell Feng Qinglang...

However, everything in expectation is beautiful, but the reality is always a little bit different.

In fact, she knew that she shouldn't mind these things, but she just saw it with her own eyes, and she felt an inexplicable loss in her heart.

Nan Yong doesn't have so many complicated thoughts, he just thinks how unfair God is, he is obviously more handsome than Qing Lang, why is he always surrounded by good luck, and he is alone.

Master Situ Weiyang was dressed in an exaggerated spring dress with big sleeves. When he opened his arms, he looked like a flamboyant bat. Chaofeng smiled and said: "Qinglang, you didn't let me down. You led Mingguang to win the championship. I feel very sorry for you." feel proud!"

This made Feng Qinglang very speechless, and when others heard it, they thought he was a subordinate of Situ Weiyang or something... But facing Situ Weiyang's enthusiasm, he had no choice but to stand up, step forward and kiss each other gently Hug, naturally left Wu Mannela's embrace, and smiled and nodded with Situ Weiyang's followers, Situ Enquan was even more low-key, he seemed to have become completely honest, smiling humbly and respectfully.

He came to Nan Xinghun, smiled and said: "Xinghun, are you back?"

Nan Xinghun tried his best to smile and said, "Yeah, I want to come back early and continue the great cause of my magic pattern blessing... Uh, who is this?"

Wu Manela didn't mind what other people thought of her at all, and she had already returned to normal, so she followed naturally, and continued to take Feng Qinglang's arm logically.

Feng Qinglang had no choice but to introduce: "This is my friend from other places, named Xiao Wu!"

After changing her appearance, Wu Manneira is far from being as beautiful as the real her. Now it seems that she is just an ordinary little beauty, but she has no choice but to put her outstanding figure here. Situ Enquan and the others are secretly looking at her , while their young master Situ Weiyang watched blatantly, especially where the two towering peaks were located, where every time his eyes wandered, he would stop.

Thinking of himself and Feng Qinglang's nominal master-servant identities, Nan Xinghun felt that he had to do a good job of covering up for Feng Qinglang, and immediately said with a smile: "You are Xiaowu, I often hear Qinglang mentioning you. Your care is taken."

Wumanela grinned, although she didn't know the relationship between Feng Qinglang and Nan Xinghun, but she liked people to think that she and Feng Qinglang were very familiar, she enthusiastically said: "You're welcome, that... oh, yes, Xinghun! I also often hear Qingming mentioning you, to be honest, you are the most handsome boy I have ever seen, if Qingqing is not by my side, I am afraid I will become a nympho."

Nan Xinghun smiled awkwardly, but saw Feng Qinglan's gaze passing over her, looking behind her, and when she turned her head, she saw Beatrice looking at them with a smile on her face.

Feng Qinglang smiled bitterly and said, "You came early, didn't you?"

Beatrice shook her head and said, "I just arrived. I didn't see any kisses or narcissus." Since the hostages didn't really intend to run away, Feng Qinglang sat beside Wumanela very cooperatively, Accompanying her to watch the daffodil's translucent and exquisite yellow pistil heart against the lush green leaves, quietly wafting the fragrance in the quiet afternoon, for some reason, Feng Qinglang always felt that Wumanela's state today was a bit strange.

"Well, sunny, do you know what the flower language of daffodils is?" Umanela asked softly.

Feng Qinglang searched his mind, and said uncertainly: "It seems to mean miss..." As for the knowledge of literature and art, he asked himself that he might not be as good as Nan Xinghun.

Seeing that the other party was silent, he couldn't help but added cleverly: "Are you homesick? Do you still miss the classmates of Xingyun Academy? That's right, Xingyun should start school... Hey, soon, when Tang Xuan recovers, he will send him You go back."

But Umanela shook her head and said: "Neither! You can call me rebellious or heartless, but I don't miss home at all. Since I was a child, I watched how they cheated each other. My parents said it was for this family, but I think what they are satisfied with is themselves, enjoying the game of power, and usually don't see them a few times a year... I remember a time a few years ago when I had a high fever, my father finally stayed by my bed all night. I was so moved, but when he fell asleep in the middle of the night, he yelled in his dreams that he wanted to kill a certain political opponent, which woke me up with fright. Think about it, how much trauma my young heart has suffered... "

Feng Qinglang looked at this stunning girl silently. In the Di Dynasty, she was a typical heir of a wealthy family. She was loved by thousands of people. In people's minds, she was radiant, with beauty, wealth and wisdom. She had everything... However, everyone has their own troubles. Light and shadow are a pair of inseparable partners. There are always many unknown shadows behind the brilliance...

Umanela continued to confide, or more like talking to himself: "Hsing Yun Academy, let's not think about it. I obviously like illusion, but my father insists on sending me to politics, not to mention how bad my grades are." Oh, my old lady and her group of little friends, they are all kinds of comparisons all day long, so that my old lady has to go with the flow and accompany them in various comparisons, alas, my heart is so tired..."

Feng Qinglang couldn't help being a little dumbfounded, the young girl in her prime felt very tired, so shouldn't a person like him be cremated?

Wu Mannela glared at Feng Qinglang, obviously dissatisfied with the other party's expression, and said: "Narcissus is in our Shadow Moon Tribe, that means the best time, can you understand?"

Because the girl suddenly mixed in a little southern dialect of the Shadow Moon Tribe, Feng Qinglang wondered, "Does it mean the golden years?"

But Wumanela suddenly smiled sweetly, and said: "Actually, it is Wumanela! Wumanela, in the Shadow Moon Tribe, means the most beautiful daffodil! Sunny, today is my birthday!"

After all, her hand passed through Feng Qinglang's arms naturally, and she leaned her head lightly on the other's shoulder, and said softly: "Happy birthday to me, Qinglang!"

"...Well, happy birthday, Miss Wumanela!" Feng Qinglang suddenly felt a little guilty. This girl liked her since she was a child and regarded herself as an idol, but on the most important birthday in her life, she let him and Tang Xuan was kidnapped and spent in a strange place.

Umanela raised her head slightly, pointed to her cheek, and said softly, "Without the blessing of a kiss, this sentence of happy birthday is incomplete."

Feng Qinglang felt that she shouldn't refuse such a request, so she lowered her head, and when her lips were about to touch the fragile skin of her face, Wumanela suddenly turned her face, and her lips and lips immediately came into intimate contact, the girl It was as if he mustered up his courage and stuck out his tongue clumsily. To Feng Qinglang, it was a piece of sweet softness. He widened his eyes, and always felt that something was wrong, but the fragrance mixed with daffodils made him fall into a trance. In a brief moment of confusion...

Time seems to have passed only for a moment, and it seems to have passed through an extremely long scene.

Until... a human voice suddenly came from behind: "Hey, that person looks a bit like Sunny..."

Such an interrupted voice was like an order to end, the girl lowered her head again in a panic, and to complete this action, it seemed as if she had exhausted all her strength, tightly holding onto Feng Qinglang's arms, her cheeks blushing, He was breathing quickly, as if he had just finished a long-distance run, his eyes were fixed on the green grass by the lake under his feet, completely unfocused, and his mind was replaying the details just now...

Feng Qinglang was a little bit dissatisfied, but looking back, the dissatisfaction was a little more embarrassing.

As the school was about to start, Master Situ Weiyang was returning with his followers, Nan Xinghun and Nan Yong were also accompanying him.

Nan Xinghun's face was slightly pale, and she was replaying the scene she just saw in her mind. She wanted to smile as hard as usual, but she could only move the corners of her mouth meaninglessly... The last time Haisha Islands After that, after a hasty farewell, she always looked forward to the day when she and Feng Qinglang would meet again. In her opinion, there were always many things to tell Feng Qinglang...

However, everything in expectation is beautiful, but the reality is always a little bit different.

In fact, she knew that she shouldn't mind these things, but she just saw it with her own eyes, and she felt an inexplicable loss in her heart.

Nan Yong doesn't have so many complicated thoughts, he just thinks how unfair God is, he is obviously more handsome than Qing Lang, why is he always surrounded by good luck, and he is alone.

Master Situ Weiyang was dressed in an exaggerated spring dress with big sleeves. When he opened his arms, he looked like a flamboyant bat. Chaofeng smiled and said: "Qinglang, you didn't let me down. You led Mingguang to win the championship. I feel very sorry for you." feel proud!"

This made Feng Qinglang very speechless, and when others heard it, they thought he was a subordinate of Situ Weiyang or something... But facing Situ Weiyang's enthusiasm, he had no choice but to stand up, step forward and kiss each other gently Hug, naturally left Wu Mannela's embrace, and smiled and nodded with Situ Weiyang's followers, Situ Enquan was even more low-key, he seemed to have become completely honest, smiling humbly and respectfully.

He came to Nan Xinghun, smiled and said: "Xinghun, are you back?"

Nan Xinghun tried his best to smile and said, "Yeah, I want to come back early and continue the great cause of my magic pattern blessing... Uh, who is this?"

Wu Manela didn't mind what other people thought of her at all, and she had already returned to normal, so she followed naturally, and continued to take Feng Qinglang's arm logically.

Feng Qinglang had no choice but to introduce: "This is my friend from other places, named Xiao Wu!"

After changing her appearance, Wu Manneira is far from being as beautiful as the real her. Now it seems that she is just an ordinary little beauty, but she has no choice but to put her outstanding figure here. Situ Enquan and the others are secretly looking at her , while their young master Situ Weiyang watched blatantly, especially where the two towering peaks were located, where every time his eyes wandered, he would stop.

Thinking of himself and Feng Qinglang's nominal master-servant identities, Nan Xinghun felt that he had to do a good job of covering up for Feng Qinglang, and immediately said with a smile: "You are Xiaowu, I often hear Qinglang mentioning you. Your care is taken."

Wumanela grinned, although she didn't know the relationship between Feng Qinglang and Nan Xinghun, but she liked people to think that she and Feng Qinglang were very familiar, she enthusiastically said: "You're welcome, that... oh, yes, Xinghun! I also often hear Qingming mentioning you, to be honest, you are the most handsome boy I have ever seen, if Qingqing is not by my side, I am afraid I will become a nympho."

Nan Xinghun smiled awkwardly, but saw Feng Qinglan's gaze passing over her, looking behind her, and when she turned her head, she saw Beatrice looking at them with a smile on her face.

Feng Qinglang smiled bitterly and said, "You came early, didn't you?"

Beatrice shook her head and said, "It's just that I just arrived. I haven't seen any kisses, narcissus or anything like that."