Fast wearing witch code

Chapter 821 Young Master, Don’t Play Stupid 29
Man Luo, who was still smiling slightly, suddenly stopped, her eyes darkened, and she fixedly looked at Ling Shaohong.

"What does Master Ling call me? Sister?"

Ling Feng on the side also had an expression of being struck by lightning, he hurried forward and said eagerly: "Shaohong, now is not the time to joke, without you, the Ling family is in chaos, we are still waiting for you to go back... ..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw Ling Shaohong put his arms around Man Luo's waist, his tall body curled up slightly, and he went straight into Man Luo's arms.

Those eyes, which were always indifferent and sharp, now revealed a deep attachment.

"My sister smells so good."

Manro: "..."

Ling Feng: "..."

The figures of the two were slightly stiff, and the atmosphere froze at this moment.

Ling Shaohong's voice was low and slightly hoarse, which sounded quite normal.

But there was something obviously wrong with his words and deeds.

Man Luo looked down at Ling Shaohong, who was obediently nestled in her arms, and glanced at the wound on the back of the other's head. The smile on her lips faded, and she put her arms around him: "Just as long as you like it."

Ling Feng recovered from the shock, and he didn't know what expression to put on his face: "Why is this happening, Shaohong, go back with Second Uncle, we will definitely find the best doctor to treat you!"

He grabbed Ling Shaohong's arm, trying to drag him out of Man Luo's arms, but Ling Shaohong hugged Man Luo even tighter.

"I do not go!"

These three words are extremely firm.

Ling Feng couldn't help but strengthened his hand and said: "Listen to Second Uncle! You are the young master of the Ling family, what do you think it's like to stay in this pear garden!"

Ling Shaohong is the head of the Ling family, even if he is stupid, he can't stay outside.

Seeing that Ling Feng was about to pull himself away from Man Luo, Ling Shaohong frowned, and he shook his hands vigorously: "I won't go back, I want to be by my sister's side!"

Although Ling Shaohong is unconscious now, his strength is not weak at all. When he shook his hand, Ling Feng was thrown away immediately.

But at the same time, Ling Shaohong also hurt the wound because of such a big movement, blood gradually leaked from the white gauze.

Man Luo surrounded the person, stopped Ling Shaohong's movements, and coaxed softly: "Okay, we won't go back, we will stay here, I will accompany you."

"Shaohong!" Ling Feng shouted, obviously unwilling to give up, but raised his eyes to meet Ling Shaohong's guarded gaze, he still wanted to stop his steps forward, and looked at the two embracing each other with complicated eyes.

Man Luo checked Ling Shaohong's wound and made sure there was nothing serious, then turned to Ling Feng: "Second Uncle, you also saw that Shaohong doesn't want to go back with you."

"Then we can't let him stay here." Ling Feng frowned.

"Staying here is safer than the Ling family." Man Luo's tone was unhurried.

"What do you mean? Could Liyuan be safer than Ling's Mansion?!"

Ling Feng only felt that Man Luo was talking nonsense. He looked at the people he had brought, and considered whether to take Ling Shaohong away by force.

Man Luo followed his gaze, and when he saw the servants of the Ling family, his tone was inexplicable: "My pear garden may not be as well-guarded as the Ling mansion, but at least there won't be so many hidden dangers."

Hearing Man Luo's pointed words, Ling Feng's expression froze, his eyes flickered in thought.

Seeing that he was wavering, Man Luo stood up and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "When I was bandaging Shaohong just now, I found ink stains on his wound and on the lapel of his clothes, and that ink was on the way. It's the kind that Young Master Ling often uses."

"The place where the young master's accident happened is likely to be his own study. I say that, does Second Uncle understand?"

(End of this chapter)