Being a Lady of an Influential Family

"Good evening." Leng Sa obviously didn't feel that he had done anything too much, and waved to Fu Fengcheng cheerfully as a greeting.

Fu Fengcheng's eyes were fixed on her and he didn't speak for a long time, Leng Sa looked down at himself with some doubts. In all conscience, except for the fact that she has no sleeves, this dress is really not revealing. After all, it's not that there are no sleeveless dresses these days, it's just that there are not so many noble ladies who dare to choose to wear them in public.

"Leng Mingyue, you are quite courageous." Fu Fengcheng said calmly, and there was no trace of joy or anger in his voice.

Leng Sa blinked, and looked at Fu Fengcheng in surprise, "No way, you care about this? Isn't it good-looking?" As he spoke, he walked around in front of Fu Fengcheng in a good mood, feeling very good about himself.

"This is the dress I'm most satisfied with in recent years. Boss Fang is too wasteful to only make dance clothes. I think she will be able to achieve something if she designs dresses." Leng Sa sighed.

Jingshu needs such a talented and forward-looking designer.

"So, did you do it on purpose?" Fu Fengcheng asked.

Leng Sa nodded and admitted generously, "I am."

Fu Fengcheng slightly pursed his lips and looked at her without speaking, as if he was waiting for her to explain.

Leng Sa said confidently, "Aren't I going to be the young wife of the Fu family? How can the dignified young master of the Fu family marry an unknown little transparent? I am thinking of you, Young Master Fu. Besides, in good conscience, what do you think?" Am I not pretty?"

Dare to say it's not good-looking, blow his dog's head off!

Leng Sa still clearly remembered that this stinky man mocked her as a tomboy earlier. Is there such a good-looking tomboy in this world?

Fu Fengcheng stared at her for a long time, finally nodded with a chuckle, "It's really beautiful."

This is definitely not a compliment, but the truth.

There are many good-looking women in this world, but the one who is so beautiful...the only one in front of her is this one.

She is obviously a young girl who is just about to turn eighteen, but unlike those girls who are always arrogant, shy or quiet, the girl in front of her can always attract people's attention in an instant, like a dancing cold flame, Gorgeous and dazzling, enchanting and moving, but if you want to surround her to absorb the warmth, you will find that she is cold and distant, as if she is close but far away.

Fu Fengcheng looked at her, his eyes gradually darkened.

Leng Sa raised her chin in satisfaction, "You just need to admit that I look good, what else is there? It's okay, I'm going to the dance."

"Prom? What are you going to do?"

Leng Sa looked at him in surprise, "Of course the dance is dancing. You don't even know that there is a dance after the school celebration every year, right? It lasts until twelve o'clock in the evening."

"Don't go." Fu Fengcheng said in a cold voice, he was obviously taken aback as soon as the words came out of his mouth, as if he didn't understand why he said such words.

Does Leng Sa go or not have anything to do with him?

Leng Sa leaned over to get closer to him, reached out and grabbed a petal from the rose in his hand and blew it away. The faint fragrance of roses lingered on her fingertips, making her feel better. He leaned against Fu Fengcheng and smiled affectionately, "What are you thinking? Could it be that you are jealous, why should I listen to you?"

Fu Fengcheng's eyes turned cold, and he raised his eyes to stare at a woman who was only a few feet away from him, as if he could smell her breath.

Holding her delicate and small jaw with one hand, Fu Fengcheng said calmly, "Leng Mingyue, if you dare to let another man touch you, I will kill you."

"..." Whoever gets killed first doesn't know, Leng Sa has no sense of crisis in her heart.

Fu Fengcheng seemed to see what she was thinking, smiled lowly, and gently brushed the rose in his hand over her snowy neck and said softly, "Even if I die, you have to stay with me."

I don't know if it was his cold voice or the rose in his hand, Leng Sa couldn't help but shudder, feeling like she was about to be aroused with goosebumps.

"It's tiring to pretend to be a normal person, isn't it?" Leng Sa whispered in his ear, "Young Master Fu, who else do you want to kill?"

Ma Dan! hold on! Can win!

If you encounter snake spirit disease, you must not be cowardly!

Fu Fengcheng's eyes seemed to lose warmth in an instant. If he could not see his eyes clearly under the light, Leng Sa would think that what he saw was a pair of black holes. A chill couldn't help running up her spine, she... seemed, probably, possibly, really provoked a snake spirit? And it looks pretty sick.

PTSD? Schizophrenia? Or are you born antisocial?

Just when Leng Sa wondered if they were going to stalemate here all night, Fu Fengcheng suddenly laughed again. The laughter was deep and sweet, as if it wanted to penetrate into people's hearts. He suddenly stretched out his hand and pulled Leng Sa into his arms, resting his handsome chin on Leng Sa's shoulder, his voice whispered in her ear, "Leng Sa, you provoked me yourself."

"What are you doing?!" Mrs. Fu's extremely corrupt voice sounded from behind, piercing the weird atmosphere under the banyan tree instantly.

Mrs. Fu walked towards this side with a cold expression, Zheng Ying and Fu Yucheng were by her side.

Leng Sa calmly stood up straight and turned to face Madam Fu, and sure enough, she saw Madam Fu's indifferent expression with a bit of disgust. Leng Sa didn't care, and even shrugged her shoulders in a good mood. She didn't think there was anything wrong with Mrs. Fu not liking her, after all, she never liked this dignified and graceful lady.

One doesn't want to be a good mother-in-law, and the other doesn't intend to be a good daughter-in-law, why bother?

"Ma'am, good evening." Leng Sa smiled gracefully and nodded to Mrs. Fu.

Madam Fu's expression was still ugly, "What were you doing just now?"

Leng Sa turned her head and glanced at Fu Fengcheng who was sitting behind her, and said silently three times in her heart: a dog man is not reliable. Just as he was about to speak, he heard Fu Fengcheng's voice, "Mother, Mingyue and I have something to say."

Mrs. Fu sneered, "Is there anything you can't say well, look at what you are doing? In broad daylight, it's really... shameless!"

"Shameless?" Fu Fengcheng seemed to have heard something funny, and suddenly stretched out his hand to grab Leng Sa's wrist and tugged him. Leng Sa was wandering in the sky, she was pulled by him and immediately fell into the wheelchair. Fu Fengcheng seemed to have been prepared a long time ago, holding her waist with one hand to make her sit still.

"Fu Fengcheng!" Leng Sa was furious, but her warm thin lips blocked her before she finished speaking.

"Well……"

do not move!

Leng Sa opened her eyes in astonishment, and saw these two words in her cold eyes.

"You, you!" Madam Fu's voice trembled a little, even though Leng Sa looked at her disliked, she couldn't help but want to pray for her, hoping that Madam Fu didn't have heart or blood pressure problems.

Fu Fengcheng clasped Leng Sa's waist with one hand, and held her wrist with the other, "How can unmarried couples cultivate feelings without shame? Then what is in Miss Zheng's belly?"

"..." This bastard is really worried about Zheng Ying and Fu Yucheng, what is a big man doing with such a small belly? See how generous and free and easy Miss Ben is? If you encounter dog shit, you should just walk away and stay away. Is it possible to step on it? No, step on a lot of feet.

Madam Fu was finally so angry that she had difficulty breathing, she was supported by Fu Yucheng, who was also full of anger, and retreated tremblingly.

It suddenly became quiet under the banyan tree, and even Xu Shaoming didn't know where he went.

Leng Sa still sat still, and regretfully found that although she was sitting on Fu Fengcheng's lap, someone seemed to be taller than her.

"You can get up now." Fu Fengcheng said lightly.

In Leng Sa's mind, ten thousand alpacas ran past in an instant.

"Is my tofu delicious?" Leng Sa asked through gritted teeth.

Fu Fengcheng's eyes flickered slightly, "It's okay."

"Very good." Leng Sa sneered, punched someone directly in the stomach, and then jumped up and took a few steps back quickly.

Even a person like Fu Fengcheng, who had received rigorous training since childhood, was bent down by this punch.

Lord Leng said that she was professional in beating people.

In the past, anyone who dared to eat Leng Ye's tofu would have grass growing on their graves.

A streak of blood spilled from Fu Fengcheng's lips, and Leng Sa narrowed her eyes slightly and looked down at him, "Young Master Fu, I advise you not to die. Next time... I don't guarantee that you will regret that you have been a man."

Fu Fengcheng slowly sat up straight, as if he had finally relieved the pain. Looking at Leng Sa for a long time, but there was no sign of anger on his face, a smile slowly appeared on his lips, and then he really laughed out loud.

Leng Sa looked strangely at the man in front of him who was holding his forehead and smiling lowly. This psychopath seemed to be different from the blue fox, and he looked like he couldn't beat him well.

Silver Fox has never been an empathetic person, so he has never been willing to talk to humans who cannot communicate. At that moment, Wangtian rolled his eyes, "Smile slowly, see you later." After speaking, she turned around decisively and left. She couldn't really kill Fu Fengcheng, so what else could she do if she didn't leave? Third Miss Leng was not without anger.

"Elder...Eldest Young Master?" Xu Shaoming, who came out of nowhere, looked at Fu Fengcheng who was laughing for some reason in fear. The youngest must be really crazy, right?

Fu Fengcheng raised his head, the smile on his face gradually faded a bit, but it could be seen that he was still in a good mood.

He raised his hand and gently wiped the blood from his lips with his fingers. Fingertips gently stroked the bright red blood, as if there was a faint fragrance and residual warmth on it.

"Eldest...Eldest Young Master, do you want to ask the doctor to take a look?" Eldest Young Master must have suffered internal injuries from the blow, right? "

Fu Fengcheng glanced at him lightly, as if looking at an idiot.

Xu Shaoming also felt like an idiot, but he could only sigh in his heart and couldn't help saying, "Young Master, you just now..."

"how?"

"Miss Leng, and Madam..." For a while, Xu Shaoming didn't know what he wanted to say, but he always felt that what the young master did tonight was not quite right.

Could it be... just to benefit from the young lady? Being punched and bleeding, it's not cheap at all.

"Get someone to watch her."

"Who?"

His cold eyes fell on him like knives, Xu Shaoming's expression read as respectful and speechless, "Yes, young master."

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Sa Sa: Ma Dan! hold on! Can win!

A Ling: I used to think so too.

Lanlan: Once, I thought so too.

Sa Sa: One of you is not strong enough (for Nangong), the other is not enough for IQ (for Lu Xiaosi), you are not worthy of thinking with Leng Ye at all!

A Ling/Lan Lan: This guy deserves a beating, beat her!