The daughter of the medical school is so handsome

"What's wrong with Shao Hui? It looks like he's in a mood."

Looking at Song Minghui's back, Jiang Shaofeng murmured, "It's not because of Qiqi, is it?"

Fengyin's complexion changed slightly, and she also said sullenly, "The monthly exam is next week, and I have to study too, so I can't go out to play."

After speaking, she also left.

"The two of them are really boring, what about you Xuan Shao?"

Jiang Shaofeng patted Feng Haoxuan on the shoulder and asked.

"I want to review too, you can play by yourself."

Feng Haoxuan also said something dull and left.

"Fuck, how can you be like this? Is our A4 team going to break up?"

Jiang Shaofeng said dissatisfied.

No one paid him any attention.

"Forget it, you ignore me, I'll go play with Qiqi."

Standing at the door, Jiang Shaofeng glanced into the mansion, and saw Feng Qi and Hong Lang sitting in the gazebo drinking tea and chatting, like a pair of old friends.

He really wanted to go in, but when he saw the men in white shirts and black suits guarding the door, he felt timid and didn't dare to take the initiative to go in.

Feng Qi's eyes just caught a glimpse of his tangled and hesitant look, and roughly guessed what he meant, so she said to Hong Lang, "President Hong, Jiang Shaofeng is my friend, can you invite him in to satisfy his love for you?" Curiosity?"

"Ha ha--"

Hong Lang laughed, and took a look outside, "Yes, your friend is my friend, Aaron, go and invite Mr. Jiang in."

Aaron, who had been waiting by the side, stepped out and walked up to Jiang Shaofeng, "Jiang Shao, please!"

"what?"

Jiang Shaofeng was surprised with a little joy, "Let me in?"

"Yes, our president has invited you."

Aaron nodded.

Jiang Shaofeng happily followed Aaron in and came to the gazebo.

"President Hong, thank you for inviting me in and giving me the honor to visit the Zhuangyuan Mansion."

Jiang Shaofeng thanked Hong Lang.

"You're welcome, you are Miss Feng's friend, and you are also my friend."

Hong Lang said.

These words made Jiang Shaofeng look up at Feng Qi again, he glanced at Feng Qi gratefully, and sat down beside her.

Feng Qi smiled faintly, and started making Kung Fu tea.

Her movements of making tea are like flowing clouds and flowing water, her expression is elegant and quiet, as if she has won the tea ceremony.

"Please have some tea."

Feng Qi gave Hong Lang and Jiang Shaofeng a cup each.

Jiang Shaofeng tasted it carefully, and felt that the tea was brewed really well. The color of the tea was clear and the thickness was right. After drinking it, it was like a spring day in a distant mountain. The aftertaste was endless. He couldn't help but admire, "Good tea, good tea."

Hong Lang used to be only used to drinking, and didn't pay much attention to tea, thinking that tea is a hypocritical cultural person.

Unexpectedly, watching a beauty make tea is a kind of enjoyment, and drinking the tea made by her is even more wonderful.

He felt that he might fall in love with drinking tea in the future.

"Qiqi, when did you learn the tea ceremony?"

Jiang Shaofeng, who came from a big family, has been good at eating, drinking, and playing since he was a child. He saw that Feng Qi's tea-making movements and procedures are very standardized and elegant, and it is not something that can be done casually.

His sister went to learn the tea ceremony for a while, and it is said that she graduated with an honors, so she performed it complacently in front of her family.

Jiang Shaofeng discovered that what his sister learned was only tea art, but Feng Qi is the Tao, who can quickly lead people into the realm of "harmony, respect, purity, and silence".

"At my grandmother's house."

Feng Qi has the memory of the original owner, and knows that people in Feng's family don't know much about her, that's when she lived in her grandmother's house for a few years.

"Oh, that's great, you are the most knowledgeable person I have ever met."

Jiang Shaofeng said in admiration.

"President Hong, what do you think?"

Feng Qi looked at Hong Lang.

"I'm a rough person, and I don't know what tea ceremony is or not, but seeing you make tea, I feel very different. My messy and irritable heart can quickly calm down. This tea is also very clear and sweet. I love it."

Hong Lang said.

"Thank you."

Feng Qi smiled, and the three of them continued drinking tea and chatting.

"what--"

In the back yard, there was a sudden exclamation, and several burly members rushed out in panic.

"What's so alarming?"

Hong Lang frowned and scolded sharply.

"President, there are... ghosts in the backyard!"

A young man with a pale face pointed to the backyard tremblingly and said.

The others who ran out of the backyard also nodded their heads, their legs shaking with fright.

"In broad daylight, what else can there be?"

Hong Lang is not a believer in evil, so he said to Feng Qi, "Miss Feng, wait here for a while, I will go in and have a look, if you are afraid, go home."

"I'll go take a look with you."

Feng Qi put down the teapot, stood up and said, "I'm also wondering what the hell is going on in broad daylight."

Jiang Shaofeng had heard a lot about the legend of Zhuangyuan's Mansion.

He was terrified in his heart, but he had to take a look when he saw Feng Qi, he was a man who couldn't back down, not to mention, he was also extremely curious.

Are there really ghosts in this world?

Feng Qi and Hong Lang walked towards the backyard side by side, Jiang Shaofeng followed slightly behind.

Hong Lang glanced slightly at Feng Qi beside him from the corner of his eye. On her young face, there was a calmness and intelligence that didn't quite match her age.

A woman like this is what he, Hong Lang, wanted.

He has been taught and grown up in the law of the jungle since he was a child, and he has always admired the strong and hated the weak.

Women, in his mind, are synonymous with the weak, and they are the ones who hold back.

But Feng Qi overturned his view of women!
She looks weak, but she is strong, intelligent, bold, quick-witted, ruthless, and good at medicine.

Only a woman like her is worthy to fight side by side with him and will not hold him back.

Jiang Shaofeng found that he tried hard to speed up his pace, but no matter what he would be dragged down half a step by the two people in front.

Feng Qi's legs are obviously much shorter than his, and I don't see how fast she is walking, why is she faster than him?
Can't figure it out!
The backyard was in ruins, full of old fallen leaves that had been half-cleaned, and cobwebs everywhere, obvious signs of long-term inhabitation.

"Woooo-"

There were bursts of mournful cries from a side room next to it, which was a bit creepy.

Jiang Shaofeng was so frightened that he couldn't help but grabbed Feng Qi's arm.

Feng Qi glanced at him, but didn't shake off his hand, she protected him behind, and stepped into the wing with Hong Lang.

"Puff-"

In the slightly dark wing room, a white figure swayed in the air, accompanied by a mournful cry.

"what--"

Jiang Shaofeng was startled, he hurriedly let go of Feng Qi's hand, walked out, walked a few steps, felt that he was not righteous enough, stopped quickly, and said to Feng Qi in horror, "Ghost, Qi Qi, run."

Feng Qi and Hong Lang ignored him.

The sharp blade in Hong Lang's hand has already started to move, shooting at the fluttering white cloth——

"Meow--"

There was a shrill scream, and the white cloth fell to the ground, blood oozing out.

Hong Lang stepped forward to take out the knife and lifted the white cloth.

Wrapped inside was a cat, stabbed in the abdomen with a knife, convulsing and whining in pain.