The Queen of Charm

Chapter 54 Guards
"What are you doing?" Ling Zihan had a bad premonition.

"Sleeping next door to you!"

As soon as these words came out, more or less ambiguity was mixed in, making people unable to help but imagine.Ling Zihan was stunned, but Feng Luoge didn't care, and went to look at the room.

"I remember your room!"

When Ling Zihan was rejoicing that Feng Luoge didn't know her room, someone's words poured directly on her head like a basin of cold water, making her heart feel cold.

"Stop!" Upon hearing that Feng Luoge was going to live next door to Ling Zihan, Lan Feng didn't care about his perfect image, and jumped up, spreading his hands to block Feng Luoge's progress.

"Lan Yuju is where you can live if you want! This is the territory of the Eighth Prince, and you won't be allowed to run amok!"

At that moment, Ling Zihan wanted to applaud Lan Feng by clapping her hands.

Normally, he is narcissistic and irritable like a daffodil, but today he is surprisingly pleasing to the eye.

Qinmei didn't know what happened, and seeing that the eighth prince didn't make a sound, she had no choice but to follow behind silently.

"Which onion are you?" Feng Luoge finally cast a stingy glance at the dead shemale in front of him, and then moved his eyes away unable to bear to look directly.

A man grows up like this?
Feng Luoge looked at Ling Zihan and shook his head. It turns out that what he likes is this kind of rouge vulgar fan. It really has a unique taste. It seems that the calm man he met before is not the Eighth Prince's favorite man.

Because these two are so different~
Feng Luoge believed even more that Ling Zihan actually liked this kind of tone, otherwise, wouldn't she live up to her "good name" of loving masculinity.

Seeing Feng Luoge looking at her with extremely weird eyes, Ling Zihan was baffled why she felt as if she was being sympathized with.

"You are Cong, I'm human! Tell you, this is the place of the Eighth Prince, don't go in!" Lan Feng stretched out his hand to pull Feng Luoge out.

He hasn't even entered here yet, as the first owner of this place, how can he allow another man to live in casually.

Before that hand came down, Feng Luoge, who was always vigilant, instinctively grabbed his hand and did a backflip fiercely. The whole process was simple and rough.

Lan Feng's right hand was slightly twisted by Feng Luoge, and it was broken.

He squinted his eyes and looked coldly at Lan Feng, who had only half his life left, "I hate people touching me! And you are human, but not a man!"

He shook off Lanfeng's hand in disgust.

Lan Feng lay on the ground, angry like gossamer, his hair was messy scattered on the left and right, covering half of his delicate face.

It could be seen that Feng Luoge was merciless in his strikes.

"Master!" Qiu Ye exclaimed, and hurried over to help Lan Feng.

Lan Feng looked at Feng Luoge with resentment, the words that he was not a man hit him hard, he didn't care about his wounded body or the dislocated arm, he just sat on the ground dejectedly.

Even though Qiu Ye was shouting beside him, he was as stupid as if he had lost his soul.

Feng Luoge frowned, and lost the intention of staying here for a moment. Just as she was about to leave, Ling Zihan, who had been silent all this time, suddenly spoke out to confront Feng Luoge.

Her eyes were cold, "Don't forget, this is the Eighth Prince's Mansion, and you are just my guard! You can't tolerate being so presumptuous!"

He turned around and looked at her nonchalantly.

Ling Zihan didn't care if Feng Luoge ignored her warning or not, what he had to do now was to take Lan Feng to see a doctor, if his hand dragged on, he would definitely be useless.

Walking up to Lan Feng step by step, under everyone's eyes, she gently hugged Lan Feng, and announced to Feng Luoge domineeringly, speaking so loudly that many people were convinced, "I can beat him and scold him, but Don't allow others to touch him, Feng Luoge, this is not your general's mansion, if you can't bear the people in my mansion, you can leave here, I, Ling Zihan, will never leave you behind!"

Lan Feng, who had been stabbed in the heart, was in great pain. When he heard Ling Zihan defending him like that, he raised his head in shock, looked up at her delicate chin, and was so moved by her words that he broke down in tears.

"Eighth prince..."

He pouted, and the little bird snuggled into her arms.

The two stunningly beautiful teenagers embraced each other, and they didn't feel a bit of **** disgusting, on the contrary they felt surprisingly beautiful.

Seeing that Lan Feng was so moved, his tears and words flowed like a faucet, and he couldn't turn it off. The powder fell down, white and black, like the kind of people who have leukoplakia. The horror that can't be seen is scary.

However, in Ling Zihan's eyes, she doesn't feel that Lan Feng is ugly now, on the contrary, she feels that he is the most real at this moment.

Seeing that Lan Feng was so dependent on her, the corners of his lips were slightly curved, without looking at Feng Luoge behind him, he led Lan Feng to the medicine house.

When Qinmei chased after her, she glanced at Feng Luoge, and said after pondering, "Although I admire you for being able to confront that man, it just violated the prince's bottom line and made the prince unhappy. That man cannot be at peace!"

After leaving these words, Qinmei followed closely.

(End of this chapter)