President, your wife has slapped you in the face again.

Fu Yisheng became interested, turned over and sat on the bed.

"It's hard to talk about emotional matters. You are also in your 30s. Haven't you experienced those emotional throbbing or hurt?"

Feng Yin's voice was light and ethereal, but the next moment it struck Fu Yisheng's heart hard.

Can he say that he has never been in love?The only woman he had a relationship with was the woman he had to marry, but until now the wedding has not been held, nor has it been announced to the public.

It's not that he is afraid of marriage, but that he is unwilling to marry a woman he doesn't love. If he doesn't love, who is different to marry?
But behind that woman, there are huge interests that he cannot ignore.

"Everyone has their own choices, and feelings cannot be defined by age."

Feng Yin agrees with Fu Yisheng's words, indeed, it's not that older people understand the true meaning of feelings.

"Actually, you are very interesting. It's a pity that you are married and have a child." Fu Yisheng's words sounded funny. Even if she is not married and has no child, she still looks down on him, okay?

opinionated!

What's more, in Feng Yin's heart, there is no other man except Leng Yan.

Leng Yan is the whole of her feelings.

"Go to sleep."

Fu Yisheng ended the conversation hastily. Although Feng Yin was not sleepy, he forced himself to close his eyes and rest.

In any case, it cannot be broken down here.

At about two or three o'clock in the morning, the sound of Xixi Suo Suo sounded in my ears. In the darkness, Feng Yin squinted his eyes and looked around, then continued to close his eyes.

"Wind Yin... Wind Yin..."

The whistling cold wind blew past her ears, and a strange voice called her name.

Feng Yin knew what was going on, and continued to sleep under the blanket.

"Fengyin... get up... get up quickly..."

Someone pulled her quilt vigorously, as if she was not reconciled to not pulling her up.

Feng Yin sneered, and lifted the quilt with a huff.

Standing in front of me are two figures, one black and one white, with long hair and a long tongue, wearing the robes of ancient people. At first glance, what is it?
"Black and white impermanence?"

Feng Yin tilted his head and asked seriously.

"Black and White Impermanence" was a little confused, and nodded slowly.

Why isn't this woman afraid of them?
"What's the matter with you? I'm bored at night and want to chat with someone?" Feng Yin continued to ask.

"Impermanence in black and white" is not the slightest bit confused.

"Feng Yin! We are here to kill you! Who is free to chat with you!" Black and White Wuchang groaned, and the chain in his hand rattled, ready to be put on Feng Yin's body at any time.

"Death? What do you mean? I can't live anymore?" Feng Yin took the initiative completely, not in a hurry or afraid.

Black and white Wuchang looked at each other, how can this situation continue?
They wanted to frighten Feng Yin, let her kneel down and cry for mercy, let her pretend to be fearless, and ask some useful clues by the way, it would be more perfect.

who knew...

"Fengyin! You can see clearly with your eyes wide open, we are black and white! We are here to kill! We are not playing house with you!"

Bai Wuchang growled in dissatisfaction, seeing this, Feng Yin shrank his shoulders, as if I knew what I believed.

"Then let's go. Where are we going? You are black and white, can you fly? If you can fly, you can go through the window. If you can't fly, you can take the stairs."

Feng Yin put on his coat and shoes and stood beside the bed, pointing to the window and then to the door.

Seeing that the two of them didn't respond, they raised their feet and walked towards the window.

"Hey..." Hei Wuchang hurriedly stopped her.