Being a Lady of an Influential Family

Fu Fengcheng stared fixedly at the woman in black who was turning her head to look at him under the light in the room. In fact, very few girls would wear this kind of pure black skirt these days. First, black is not in line with Anxia people's preferences, and second, older people still think it is unlucky.

What's more, black skirts seem to be difficult to wear well. Nowadays, the rich and powerful girls in Anxia prefer exquisite costumes decorated with various lace, embroidery, brocade, printing and even precious stones.

At this moment, what Fu Fengcheng saw in his eyes was the huge golden rose on the vest, and the looming snow jade under the rose.

The slightly curly long hair hung over her shoulders, and the beautiful face of the woman who looked back and smiled was a little more charming and lazy for no reason.

Fu Fengcheng frowned, the moment she turned around, the beating black and gold ribbon seemed to float to his heart, causing the originally calm heartbeat to suddenly become a little out of order.

"Why are you here? Is there something wrong?" Leng Sa turned to look at Fu Fengcheng. Fu Fengcheng never entered her cloakroom.

As a strong man, First Young Master Fu is obviously not interested in women's cumbersome clothes and accessories, and he can't understand why Leng Sa, a woman who is not as strong as a woman, is so obsessed with these meaningless things.

Fu Fengcheng looked at her, and asked nonchalantly, "What are you doing, madam?"

Leng Sa smiled and said: "Choose clothes, you know that I have received an invitation letter from the Yongcheng Chamber of Commerce, and I am going to attend the reception tomorrow."

Fu Fengcheng said: "Are you going to wear this dress to the reception?"

Leng Sa nodded and said, "Yes, is it pretty?"

Fu Fengcheng glanced at a row of dresses hanging on the side, and pointed casually, "It's not good-looking, it's better to wear that one."

Leng Sa looked at him with disgust, "What kind of eyes? Besides, this one is too grand, those who don't know think I'm going to attend the state banquet."

Fu Fengcheng said: "Then this one."

Leng Sa looked at the other one, and rolled her eyes, "Master, it's midsummer, so it's hot, okay? And this skirt is so long, it's very inconvenient."

"What inconvenience are you doing?"

Fu Fengcheng is not someone who has never seen the world, even if he is not interested in various receptions and dances, he does not know how many times he has attended. Probably can still judge what kind of clothes should be worn on which occasions.

Leng Sa hesitated for a moment, "Uh... fighting?"

"...Are you going to the reception or to smash the scene?" Fu Fengcheng said, "Then this one."

"..." Leng Sa could also see that Young Master Fu didn't mean to help her choose clothes at all, just pointing fingers casually.

He stared at him with some dissatisfaction, "Do you have any opinion on my eyes?"

"Black is not suitable for you. I'm worried that you will make a fool of yourself and be laughed at." Fu Fengcheng said.

"..."

Seeing that the young master's attention was focused on the young lady, Lan Jing carefully moved herself outside.

Fortunately, the cloakroom was really big, and the door would be empty after Fu Fengcheng came in, otherwise she would be blocked at the door and unable to get out.

This kind of matter, the young lady and the young lady should solve it by themselves. As for her own life, the most important thing is to save her life.

Leng Sa couldn't help but took a deep breath, "Fu Fengcheng, did you do it on purpose? I'm ugly but I'm happy, I just want to wear this dress to the reception."

After finishing speaking, he walked outside unhappy, Master Leng said that he didn't want to stay in the same space with someone, otherwise she would want to beat him up.

It was only when I walked to the door of the bedroom that I realized that I hadn't changed my clothes yet. Walking around Fu's house in this outfit will definitely attract a lot of attention and Mrs. Fu's kind condolences.

Just as he was about to turn around and go back to change his clothes, Fu Fengcheng had already come out of the cloakroom.

Seeing Fu Fengcheng coming out, Leng Sa still gave him a big roll of eyes and a cold snort.

Fu Fengcheng frowned slightly, and held Leng Sa's arm when she passed by him.

"Why?" Leng Sa looked down at him.

Fu Fengcheng narrowed his eyes slightly, and said: "You are not allowed to wear this dress to go out tomorrow."

"I don't." Leng Sa smiled provocatively at him, you say no? How shameless is Master Leng?

He stretched out his hand to pat him and held his hand, and brushed the long hair scattered on his chest to the back of his head, "Isn't it beautiful? I think this dress is very beautiful, the best. It's just that my hair is a bit troublesome, too It's long. How about I cut my hair short later?"

Fu Fengcheng was not interested in the length of her hair, "If you dare to go out in this dress, I will burn your whole house down."

"..." Leng Sa stared at the cold and arrogant man in front of her, secretly grinding her teeth.

what did he say? !

"What did you say?!"

Fu Fengcheng raised his head and said slowly, "If you dare to wear it out, I will burn everything in your house."

Leng Sa narrowed her eyes slightly and stared at Fu Fengcheng, her eyes were motionless, and the expression on her face was also deep and she didn't know what she was thinking.

After an unknown amount of time, Leng Sa suddenly chuckled, leaned over and approached Fu Fengcheng, holding on both sides of the armrests of the wheelchair with both hands, confining him in the wheelchair.

Of course, even if she didn't do this, Fu Fengcheng's range of activities would only be so wide under normal circumstances.

Leng Sa slowly lowered her head, and whispered in Fu Fengcheng's ear, "Young Master Fu, you are...jealous, right?"

There was silence in the room, as if only the sound of each other's breathing could be heard.

Leng Sa said leisurely, "I remember...you were not too happy during the last school celebration?"

Fu Fengcheng leaned on the back of the chair and looked up at her, with a calm but deep voice, "Then do you remember what happened that day, and what did I say?"

What did you say about me? Leng Sa thought disapprovingly in her heart. It was a bit too exciting that day, so I don't have to remember too clearly the unimportant things.

Before she finished thinking, a pair of slender hands clasped her slender waist, and Leng Sa lost her footing with a little force and was forced to fall down.

Still want to come? !

With a soft snort, Leng Sa stretched out her hand and slashed towards Fu Fengcheng's hand holding her waist.

The last time she accidentally followed Fu Fengcheng's way, this kind of thing must never happen again.

It's not easy to use the same trick all the time with Master Leng.

Fu Fengcheng gave a low laugh, and supported Leng Sa with one hand to prevent her from getting up. In order not to let herself get too close to him, Leng Sa could only use one hand to support Fu Fengcheng's shoulder to keep the distance between the two of them. With such an awkward posture, he opened the move with one hand.

You came and went back and forth several times, but it was Fu Fengcheng who was more skillful and grabbed Leng Sa's wrist.

Leng Sa didn't care too much, let go of the hand supporting Fu Fengcheng's shoulder and attacked him. There was a smile on Fu Fengcheng's lips, and he clasped the hand around her waist, and Leng Sa threw himself into his arms without any surprise.

"..." Being too weak in close combat is indeed a fatal injury for every sniper.

"Let go." Leng Sa stared at him and said in a deep voice.

"Accept my conditions." Fu Fengcheng said lightly.

"I said let go."

"Don't let go."

Leng Sa rolled her eyes, "Don't let go? Don't regret it."

Fu Fengcheng raised his eyebrows slightly, as if to say "What else can you do?".

Leng Sa grinned at him, stomped hard on his feet and led Fu Fengcheng and the wheelchair to turn backwards together.

Both of them are Lianjiazi, even if Fu Fengcheng's legs are inconvenient, he would not be seriously injured.

But Fu Fengcheng, who was sitting in a wheelchair, could never stabilize the wheelchair under such an impact, so he had no choice but to let himself and her fall to the ground.

The two of them overturned on the ground together with the wheelchair, and the moment they landed, Fu Fengcheng avoided the possible injury of hitting the wheelchair and rolled to the side with Leng Sa in his arms. Leng Sa was also not polite, and rolled a few times during the fight, Leng Sa found that he was still on top, and proudly raised his head and raised his eyebrows at Fu Fengcheng.

Fu Fengcheng sighed helplessly.

Leng Sa proudly said: "I won, should I still fight?"

Fu Fengcheng raised one hand and gently picked up the black ribbon behind her to play with, while asking casually, "You said if...you can still wear this dress tomorrow?" He said and pulled the ribbon as a gesture.

"Dare to touch my clothes, believe it or not, I'll kill you?" Leng Sa said.

Fu Fengcheng said: "If you dare to wear this clothes to go out, believe it or not, I will kill you?"

It's really hard to say who killed who.

Leng Sa blinked her eyes, recalled the previous conversation, and tilted her head to look at Fu Fengcheng.

"Hey, Young Master Fu, aren't you really jealous? After all, you have studied abroad since you were a child, so why do you look like an old antique than me who was born and raised in China? Besides, we are not in that relationship. I I have promised that I will never do anything wrong to you during the continuation of the marriage, you can trust my character."

Fu Fengcheng lowered his eyes and said lightly: "Well, of course I believe Madam."

"That's all right?" Leng Sa patted his hand to signal him to let go of himself, and it was at this time that Leng Sa realized how awkward their current posture is, "Uh...do you want to let me go first?"

"No." Fu Fengcheng said.

How annoying is this intermittent schizophrenia!

Leng Sa lowered his head slightly and approached Fu Fengcheng, teasing with a half-smile, "Young Master Fu, do you really like me? You can't like me with this attitude, if you want to chase me, you have to at least..."

"No." Fu Fengcheng interrupted her calmly.

"there is nothing?"

"I don't want to chase you, don't think too much." Fu Fengcheng said.

"..." It's a good idea to kill this guy with one punch.

The little devil in Leng Sa's heart showed its ferocious fangs, but the smile on his face became sweeter and sweeter, "Is that so, then... what do you want to do?"

Fu Fengcheng didn't answer, as if he was thinking about this question.

Leng Sa stretched out her right hand, and her fingers lightly slid across Fu Fengcheng's heart, all the way up to his neck and chin, landed on his handsome face, and finally stopped on the scar at the corner of his eye.

Leng Sa lowered her head, and tapped lightly on the scar as if a dragonfly was touching water.

Fu Fengcheng's originally relaxed body suddenly stiffened a little, "Lengsha." The voice seemed to be a little tense, low and pleasant, but it carried an obvious warning.

Ignoring Leng Sa, it's just for fun, Master Leng can't afford to play.

With such a top-quality product in front of you, it's a good thing you don't make a move.

"Young Master Fu, has anyone told you that you look good?" Leng Sa whispered in his ear.

Fu Fengcheng's eyes darkened, he stood up a little bit, put Leng Sa in his arms, turned around, and immediately changed his attack and defense.

Fu Fengcheng looked down at her condescendingly, and stretched out his hand to push aside the messy hair, "Leng Sa, you provoked me yourself."

"Hypocritical!"

Fu Fengcheng pinched her small jaw with one hand, looked at her steadily for a long time, and then lowered his head and kissed her deeply.

Master Leng: Young Master Fu, you don't mean to chase me, do you? If you want to chase me, you must balabal...

Fu Shao: No, don't think too much. (It's my wife, why are you chasing after her?)

Master Leng: ... (Kill this guy to death!)