Princess Against the World

In the familiar fresh aroma, Feng Chenglin opened his eyes faintly.

A pair of more familiar eyes were imprinted into his eyes.

"Three young masters?!"

He realized something instantly.

Lying here by himself, Ling Luoyu looked down at him condescendingly.

Terrified.

He quickly grabbed the shirt on his chest instinctively.

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

Ling Luoyu's mouth twitched: "It's very coincidental, this young master is not interested in men!"

She turned away.

"Wake up for breakfast..."

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

"Three young masters, why are you in my room?! Did you drink too much alcohol at Qingyou's house yesterday and you brought me back!?"

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

Feng Chenglin rolled his eyes, not feeling that he said anything wrong.

"I... Didn't I go to Qingyou's house to propose a marriage yesterday?! Those uncles, uncles, cousins, and cousins ​​all came to toast me...Sanshao, you don't know, those people are all wine jars, two wines per jar. The jar of wine is not drunk at all! I am a god! You don't know, I have been drunk and vomited many times..."

Ling Luoyu's lips trembled: "That...Fatty Feng, you not only vomited many times, but you have been drinking for many days..."

Feng Chenglin's dressing action couldn't help but stop: "I've been drinking?! How many days?"

"...for a long time..."

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

"During the days when I was cut off... did a lot of things happen?"

"yes……"

Feng Chenglin gulped dryly: "Then...you pick one thing that is not so exciting and tell me..."

"Uh...you're getting married..."

"boom!"

Feng Chenglin's whole body slumped and knelt down to the ground.

"Three young masters...you won't tell the truth?!"

"Absolutely true!"

"when?"

Ling Luoyu looked at him with extreme sympathy: "The tenth day of next month... less than twenty days! Fatty, your single time is running out! Do you want to have fun!?"

Feng Chenglin wanted to cry without tears.

At this time, Ling Sanshao still has the heart to play a joke on him!

"Who... Who decided to get married!? This young master is in a coma, why did he get married?! If you want me to get married, you have to let me agree, right?"

Feng Chenglin said that he would get up and go to the teacher to ask the guilt!

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

Feng Chenglin's knees softened, so he simply prepared himself and did not kneel down again.

"you say……"

"You promised to get married yourself! And... you are not in a coma, you are more nourished than ever before..."

Feng Chenglin: "..."

Why does this sound so incomprehensible! ?

"Three young masters, are you fooling me again?! And the marriage I promised myself! If I promised, I wouldn't remember it?! In my memory, there is only the matter of proposing a marriage, how can there be any marriage? ?! Three young masters, you are teasing me again..."

Ling Luoyu suddenly pushed aside the large screen in front of the bed and gestured sideways.

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

It was a groom's dress.

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