Princess Against the World

In the familiar fresh fragrance, Feng Chenglin quietly opened his eyes.

A pair of familiar eyes, imprinted into the eyes.

"San Shao?!"

He realized one thing instantly.

He was lying here, and Ling Luoyu looked down like this.

Shocked.

He instinctively grabbed the shirt on his chest.

"Fuck! Third Young Master, what are you doing? This Young Master is not interested in men!"

Ling Luoyu twitched the corners of his mouth: "It's a coincidence, this young master has no interest in men especially!"

She turned to step away.

"Get up for breakfast..."

Feng Chenglin rubbed his head and sat up, feeling a little dazed.

"San Shao, why are you in my room?! Did you drank too much wine at Qing You's house yesterday and you sent me back!?"

Ling Luoyu's footsteps suddenly stopped: "What did you say?"

Feng Chenglin rolled his eyes and didn't feel that he had said anything wrong.

"I... Didn't I go to Qingyou's house to propose a marriage yesterday?! Those brothers and sisters and cousins ​​come to toast me specially... Three young masters, don't you know, those people are all wine jars, one jar of wine and two Altars of wine are not drunk at all! I’m a god! Don’t you know, I’ve been drunk and vomited so many times..."

Ling Luoyu's lips trembled: "That...Fatty Feng, you not only drank and vomited many times, but also drank fragments for many days..."

Feng Chenglin couldn't help but pause when he was getting dressed: "I drank fragments?! How many days did I break?"

"...Long time..."

Feng Chenglin saw that something was wrong in Ling Luoyu's eyes, and his small face instantly turned pale.

"During the past few days of my fragment...have a lot of things happened?"

"Yes……"

Feng Chenglingan swallowed his saliva: "Then... you pick something that is not so exciting and tell me..."

"Uh... you are getting married..."

"boom!"

Feng Chenglin knelt down and sat on the ground.

"San Shao...you can't tell the truth?!"

"Absolutely true!"

"When?"

Ling Luoyu looked at him sympathetically: "The tenth of next month...less than twenty days! Fatty, you are running out of time to be single! Do you want to have fun in time!?"

Feng Chenglin wanted to cry without tears.

At this time, Ling Sanshao special still wants to make a joke on him!

"Who...who made the decision to get married!? The big and young people are all unconscious, how can they get married?! If I want to get married, I have to ask me to agree?"

Fengcheng Lin said that he would get up and go to Xingshi to inquire!

Ling Luoyu sympathized more and more: "Fatty, the next thing is what I want to tell you... a more exciting thing!"

Feng Chenglin's knees softened, and he was mentally prepared, and did not kneel down again.

"You said……"

"You personally agreed to get married! And... you are not unconscious, you are especially moisturized than ever before..."

Feng Chenglin: "..."

Why does this sound so difficult to understand! ?

"Three young masters, are you fooling me again?! Also the marriage that I promised myself! If I promised, I will not remember?! In my memory, there is only the proposal of marriage. Three young masters, you teased me again..."

Ling Luoyu suddenly pushed aside the big screen in front of the bed, and gestured with his head sideways.

"Then, does this thing appear in your memory?!"

That is a bridegroom's suit.

Feng Chenglin's heartbeat suddenly slowed for half a beat: "San Shao, my heart is not good, you don't scare me...Where did you come from this dress?!"