Fast wearing witch code

Chapter 822 The Young Master Was Played Stupid 30
The one who can enter Ling Shaohong's study late at night must be someone from his Ling residence.

In other words, the murderer who injured Ling Shaohong is likely to be in their house.

After thinking this through, Ling Feng's eyes flickered slightly, and the way he looked at Man Luo had changed.

Unexpectedly, a troupe leader in Liyuan would be so keen.

"I will investigate this matter as soon as possible." He nodded slightly, turned to look at Ling Shaohong who was still holding Man Luo's arm tightly, and sighed: "That Shaohong..."

"Shaohong will stay in Liyuan, and I will take care of him." Man Luo answered in a timely manner.

Ling Shaohong's eyes lit up, and the corners of his lips curled up.

Ling Feng's eyes turned around the two of them, and finally closed his eyes in compromise: "Let's do it like this."
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It wasn't until Ling Feng took people away that Ling Shaohong's strength in holding Man Luo gradually relaxed.

Seeing Man Luo looking back at him, Ling Shaohong was overjoyed, and leaned over to hold Man Luo tightly in his arms, resting his gracefully curved chin on Man Luo's shoulder.

That clingy appearance is like a large dog acting like a baby to its owner.

Seeing this, everyone in the Liyuan retreated out with a wink, and carefully closed the door behind them.

Immediately, only Man Luo and Ling Shaohong were left in the room.

Man Luo stretched out his hand to push the person, Ling Shaohong relaxed slightly in confusion: "Sister?"

Man Luo still couldn't adapt to this title, and she had no choice but to correct it: "Master Ling, I'm younger than you."

"younger sister!"

Master Ling corrected himself obediently.

"..."

Manro's movements paused, which made it sound even more strange.

"...You can call me Jiang Yue."

As she said that, she raised her eyes to meet the man's long and narrow phoenix eyes. The pupils of the pupils were dark in color, which should have given people a sharp and deep feeling, but now in those pupils, what Man Luo saw was a patch of Clear and clean.

Staring at those eyes for a long while, Man Luo sighed slightly, accepting the fact that Ling Shaohong was stupid.

The wound had been treated by Ling Shaohong just now, but the messy and dirty clothes hadn't been changed yet.

Man Luo had no choice but to start again and began to change Ling Shaohong's clothes.

It didn't take Feimanluo much strength to peel off the dirty clothes. During this period, Ling Shaohong not only did not resist, but was very cooperative.

Those long and narrow phoenix eyes are full of manro.

Wherever Man Luo moved, Ling Shaohong's eyes followed, and the look in those eyes could be called cute.

It wasn't until Man Luo called hot water to wipe his sweat that Ling Shaohong finally showed a trace of resistance.

When the towel soaked in hot water touched the man's strong shoulder, Ling Shaohong silently moved to the side. Man Luo approached with the towel, and Ling Shaohong backed away.

Man Luo looked at the towel in his hand, and a look of confusion flashed across his eyes: "What are you hiding?"

Ling Shaohong lowered his eyelashes, and his voice was a little soft, as if he was afraid of making her unhappy: "Can I not wipe it?"

Man Luo tilted his head, and the look in his eyes was even more puzzled: "If you don't clean up, how can you change your clothes?"

She stretched out her hand to Ling Shaohong, her tone was soft and coaxing: "Come here, be good."

Ling Shaohong looked at the little white hand stretched out in front of him, and put it on hesitantly: "But... I feel a little uncomfortable..."

There was a hint of grievance in that deep voice.

"Uncomfortable?" Hearing this, Man Luo's eyes darkened. She reached out and touched Ling Shaohong's forehead. When she felt the normal temperature, she frowned slightly: "Where is the discomfort?"

Ling Shaohong pursed his lips and lowered his eyes.

Man Luo followed his line of sight to look down, the smile on the corner of his lips froze immediately, and when he raised his eyes again, his gaze at Ling Shaohong became incomprehensible: "You... just bear with it."

Ling Shaohong nodded obediently, but his gaze towards Man Luo became more and more aggrieved.

Manro: "..."

(End of this chapter)