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Feng Wobai stuffed the letter back under the pillow, and fled the bedroom in a panic. When he was about to run to his study, he bumped into Qianshan who was rushing back from the outside.

Qian Shan was drenched all over, seeing Feng Wobai, the stone in his heart fell to the ground: "Third Master, when did you come back?"

Feng Wobai had a ghost in his heart, he hesitated: "Just now."

Qian Shan didn't doubt that he was there, and reached out to hold Third Master Feng's hand: "You must not run out these two days."

"what happened?"

"Second Master and the Chen family are fighting." Qian Shan didn't hide too much from Feng Wobai, "Sooner or later, you have a plan in mind."

Feng Wobai opened his mouth in vain, lowered his head and muttered to himself: "My second brother is enough for our Feng family."

"What did you say?" Qian Shan wiped the rain off his face, and looked over suspiciously, "Third Master, listen carefully, after this period of time, you can play however you want. Now our Second Master won't let you Going out is for your own good."

Feng Wobai hid under the eaves, and smiled palely: "I know."

Seeing this, Qian Shan was quite relieved: "Then you rest first, I will go to the second master. If he knows that you have returned home, he will be happy!"

Qian Shan said while rushing into the rain.

The torrential rain covered Feng Wobai's gradually gloomy eyes.

Qian Shan found Feng Qisong and said that when Third Master Feng had already returned home, Bai Hemian was holding a bowl of ice cream poured with green plum sauce and eating without looking up.

There were chopped watermelon and melon in the ice cream. Bai Hemian gnawed into pieces of ice and looked up at Qianshan. Feeling like "Second Young Mistress", he said for Feng Qisong, "Go and change the ice." Put on your clothes. Look at the ground, it's full of footprints."

"Thank you, young master, for your concern." Qian Shan rubbed the tip of his nose in embarrassment, before leaving, he asked Feng Qisong, "Second Master, is there anything else you want me to convey to Third Master?"

"Let him calm down and stop thinking about drinking." Feng Qisong stared intently at Bai Hemian's moist lips, "By the way, help me find out who he's been going out with recently."

"...I always feel that the frequency of his going out during this time is not right."

Qian Shan complied repeatedly, closed the door intimately for them, walked two steps and then turned around and shouted: "Young master, eat less ice cream, it will easily hurt your stomach!"

Bai Hemian coughed several times due to choking, and angrily knocked the bowl on the table: "Second Brother Feng!"

Feng Qisong looked at him with a smile: "Huh?"

"You don't care about Qianshan?" Bai Hemian pinched the spoon, feeling aggrieved, "He's not a few years older than me, is he? You really can worry about it."

"It's for your own good." Feng Qisong took the bowl casually, looked at the ice cream that Bai Hemian ate until there was only a little bit of crushed ice left, and his eyes couldn't help falling on his lower abdomen, "What should I do if I feel uncomfortable?"

Bai Hemian said, "No, I used to eat it all the time, and it never hurt my stomach." After speaking, he went to grab the bowl in Feng Erye's hand.

"Second Brother Feng, there's still some left, don't waste it."

Naturally, Feng Qisong wouldn't let him eat indiscriminately, so he directly raised his arm to prevent Bai Hemian from reaching it. Later, seeing that he was unwilling to give up, he simply picked up the bowl and ate up the broken ice in two or three bites.

"Second Brother Feng, that spoon..." He blushed, stammered half a sentence, and fell silent.

Feng Qisong pretended not to notice his embarrassment, and bent over in front of Bai Hemian, looking at his slightly flushed cheeks and bleeding earlobes with interest, his fingers itched.

If his gaze was really hot, Bai Hemian would definitely be burned at this moment. He didn't know if it was his hallucination, or if Feng Qisong's gaze really contained unusual feelings. With the sound of the pattering rain, he got up in a panic, stumbled to the door, and was startled by the moisture coming from outside the door, and returned to Feng Erye's side.

Disturbed by the pouring rain, Bai Hemian took advantage of the situation to forget his embarrassment: "Second Brother Feng, when will the weather be sunny?"

He didn't realize how childish and vexatious questions he was asking, but when facing Feng Qisong, he unconsciously spoke out: "If the sun doesn't shine, I'm going to be moldy."

Bai Hemian rubbed his arms to wipe away the non-existent moisture.

Feng Qisong rolled the wheelchair and came to the window: "There is still rain, when the rain stops..."

Second Master Feng paused: "When the rain stops, is there any place you want to go?"

Bai Hemian had a place he particularly wanted to go to and a reason why he had to stay. He shook his head hesitantly, walked behind Feng Qisong, supported the wheelchair, and looked at the empty courtyard of Feng's family through the gap in the window.

The servants ran wildly in the rain, and the guards were holding their guns and clubbing under the eaves, expressionless, like an eminent monk in meditation.

And then, Qian Shan came running, he ran more embarrassingly than others, his clothes had already been soaked by the rain, before he had time to change, he was wet again.

"Young Master Bai, your letter." Qian Shan knocked on the door out of breath.

Bai Hemian ran over, let the servants in, and asked suspiciously, "Who will write to me?"

After he finished speaking, he was stunned, and when he thought of "good friend", his back was instantly glowing, as if Second Brother Feng was staring at him!

Feng Qisong did look at Bai Hemian's back with a frown, but it wasn't because of jealousy, but because of doubt.

The real identity of the "good friend" is Feng Erye's left hand, but Feng Qisong has already put away the letter written before in front of Bai Hemian, so who will be writing the letter now?

Bai Hemian didn't have as many worries as Feng Qisong, he quickly opened the letter, glanced at it, and was slightly startled.

The person who wrote the letter said that his wrist was injured and his pulse power was weak, so he could only ask someone else to write it for him. In fact, he was an old friend of his, and even made an appointment with him, saying that he wanted to elope.

"He Mian?" Feng Qisong came behind him in a wheelchair at some point.

Bai Hemian's hand trembled, and the letter fell to the ground. He picked it up in a panic, and stuffed the letter back into the envelope. Not daring to look into Feng Qisong's eyes, he said vaguely, "Second Brother Feng, it's not an important letter."

Feng Qisong's brows furrowed unknowingly, but he didn't force the letter to read.

"I...I'll go back to the house." Bai Hemian became more and more flustered, he couldn't even bear Feng Qisong's gaze, let alone the mention of "elopement"?

"Second Master?" Qian Shan didn't expect that a letter would scare Young Master Bai back to his bedroom, where he stood there blankly, "Do you want me to go..."

"No need." Feng Qisong sat in the wheelchair, with a gloomy look on his brows, "Where did you find that letter?"

"The third master gave it to me!" Qian Shan muttered aggrievedly, "Just now the third master came and said that he met a messenger outside the mansion, and named him by name and said that the letter was for the young master."

"My brother?" Feng Qisong pondered for a moment expressionlessly, then let out a sneer from the back of his throat, "Push me into his room."

"Second master?" Qian Shan scratched his hair and persuaded, "I think the young master is not in the right mood, why...how about we go find him?"

Feng Qisong looked at Qian Shan who was anxious like an ant on a hot pot with a funny face: "Don't worry, he didn't get angry with me, he won't run away."

Qian Shan smiled embarrassingly: "Aren't I worried about you? Afraid that you will..."

He coughed twice, and changed his words: "The last time you were in the uncle's room, I thought it would take a long time for the young master to persuade you to come out, but in the end you took a wheelchair, and you came out talking and laughing! "

"Second Master, I don't think you need to care too much about the past marriage contract." Qian Shan has been in the Feng family for many years and understands Feng Second Master's concerns, and what he said is on point. So what if you had a marriage contract with Young Master Bai? They haven't been married before, and there is no real relationship between husband and wife, so you don't count as kidnapping."

Feng Qisong couldn't stop laughing: "I understand what you mean."

But Qian Shan didn't know what Boss Feng said before his death.

Feng Qisong closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and when he opened them again, his emotions had completely calmed down: "Don't persuade me anymore, let's go."

Qian Shan had no choice but to push Feng Qisong to Feng Wobai's courtyard.

"You go down first." Feng Qisong waved the crowd away, Shi Shiran stood up, "Keep the wheelchair, I will go back by myself later."

"Second Master..."

"It's okay." Feng Qisong waved his hand indifferently, pushed the door and walked in without looking back.

Feng Wobai's room looks more popular than Feng Qisong's.There are not many books, and there is no desk. Instead, there are couches with mats.

Feng Wobai was leaning on it to smoke, when he heard footsteps, he called faintly: "Second brother."

"En." Feng Qisong didn't say much, but found a chair and sat down calmly facing the couch.

Feng Qisong's treatment of Feng Wobai was not as conniving as the boss Feng was when he was alive, so the relationship between the two brothers was said to be close but not close, and said to be distant, but it was not as distant as it was rumored.

After all, the Feng family is sparsely populated, and they are each other's only relatives.

That's why Feng Qisong didn't expose his younger brother's "good deed" in front of Bai Hemian.

That's right, Feng Qisong already guessed that the letter Bai Hemian received came from Feng Wobai.

After Feng Wobai tore up the marriage certificate, he once ran to him, under the guise of apologizing, but actually regretted it, and hoped that his brother would come forward to welcome the young master of the Bai family into the house.

Feng Qisong agreed on the surface, secretly arranged a wedding banquet, and as soon as Bai Hemian was snatched, he announced the news of marriage to everyone in Jinling City.

The methods of the two brothers are disgraceful, so no one speaks first.

When Feng Qisong was not in the wheelchair, he habitually took off his glasses on the bridge of his nose.Erye Feng, who no longer hides his clumsiness, shows his sharpness and his eyes are like a torch.

"Second Brother," Feng Wobai turned over from the couch and sat up, sitting upright, "You know?"

"Understood." Feng Qisong nodded calmly, took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, squeezed it in the palm of his hand and sighed softly, "You didn't do it secretly, so Qianshan couldn't detect anything unusual."

Feng Wobai smiled vaguely.

Feng Qisong tilted his head and lit a cigarette, holding it in his mouth: "He Mian is now my wife, nothing you can do will change it."

"Second brother, does the dead elder brother know that you robbed my wife?" Feng Wobai was silent for a while, and asked back with a half-smile, "Do mother and father know?"