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Whether Bai Hemian is happy or not is still unknown, but Feng Wobai at this time is not as happy as others imagined.

When old lovers meet, their swords are on the verge of breaking out.

Ms. Wen was wearing a pink cheongsam, sitting upright drinking tea, her posture was delicate and graceful, not at all like Feng Laosan, her eyes were tearing apart, staring at her, as if she was staring at a beast that would violently eat people at any time.

"The third master forgets things a lot, but within a few years, he forgot about the death of the uncle." Miss Wen lowered her eyebrows and pleasing to the eye, but every word she said was like thunder, "I came here for no other reason than to remind you, If you don't want the rest of the Feng family to know what you have done, you have to give the money that should be given."

"... You don't understand how to spend money and eliminate disasters, do you?"

The youngest Feng took a few short breaths with a broken voice, "Money? My second brother died, and the property went to that ungrateful young master Bai Hemian. Do you think he will give me money?"

"...Besides, didn't you want to marry my second brother before, and now you have the nerve to ask for the money he left behind?"

Miss Wen laughed like a silver bell: "You want me and the widowed Young Master Bai to snatch a dead man?"

After saying that, Liu Mei stood upside down: "What I care about is money, who does your Feng family marry? If the Feng family's property is in your hands now... Third Master, let me tell you the truth."

Miss Wen leaned over and smiled softly at Feng Wobai: "Even if you are like the Second Master Feng back then, with disabled legs and still not lifting, I will still happily lean on you."

"I..." Feng Laosan's mouth twitched.

"But you don't have any money." Miss Wen knocked the tea bowl on the table, looked indifferently at the jade bracelet on her wrist - Feng Wobai guessed that she had found a new family, probably the Chen family.

"Before you said you had no money, I didn't care." Miss Wen temporarily let go of the bracelet, and then touched the screen in front of her, "It's because Feng Erye is still alive."

"...If he is alive, he won't starve you to death, because you are brothers." When Miss Wen said this, she suddenly stopped unnaturally, and looked at Feng Laosan with strange eyes, "Of course, there are also third masters who act like this." Brother, take your own big brother..."

"Miss Wen!" Feng Laosan seemed to have eaten a fly, his face turned red from holding back, and there were warnings and pleadings in his eyes.

—Stop it, he can't bear it.

Miss Wen looked away disdainfully, as if she also felt disdain for the secret she knew: "In the past, if you didn't give me money on time, I wouldn't force you, that's because you are a veritable Third Master Feng, but now the situation has changed .”

Today's Feng family is surnamed Feng, but in fact it is controlled by Bai Hemian. Feng Wobai only has a name, and he will be kicked out of the house someday.

"Third Lord, please pay the money." Miss Wen accepted it as soon as she saw it, and did not say anything bad, but just a few words made Feng Wobai's face flushed red.

When did Feng Laosan get cold eyes?

He is the third master of the Feng family, and the younger brother of Feng Qisong and Feng Qingzhu. Even if he has done something bastard, he can correct his mistakes and make the world look at him with admiration, just like his second brother back then...

Feng Wobai rushed to the door aggressively, and suddenly heard a chuckle.

"Mr. Feng wants to renege on his debt?" Miss Wen slowly stood up from the chair, and the bracelet knocked against the table, making a crisp buzzing sound.

She smiled coquettishly: "I already guessed that you would be like this when I came here."

"What did you do?" Feng Wobai was instantly alert.

"It's nothing." Miss Wen took out a veil to cover the smug look on her lips, "I just wrote down what you did back then and sent it to the newspaper."

"You...!" A bone-chilling chill burst out from the bottom of Feng Wobai's heart, he stared blankly at Miss Wen, and subconsciously closed the half-closed door.

Feng Laosan said tremblingly: "Miss Wen, don't be joking." His hand was on the back of his waist.

"I... I can do anything." Feng Wobai hunched over, almost unable to hold the gun pinned to his waist, his fingers trembling, but it seemed as if he was grasping the last straw.

Miss Wen noticed something strange, and her expression became tense: "Third Master, if you kill me, the letter will really be sent to the newspaper office!"

Feng Wobai shook his head nervously.

"If you let me go, I'll ask for the letter back." After all, Ms. Wen was terrified, and she panicked when she saw that Feng Laosan had really pulled out his gun, "Master...Master, it's easy to talk about money, we got to know each other All these years, you... don't you have feelings for me?"

"Emotion?" Feng Wobai chewed on these two words, with a smile that was about to cry, "When you wrote to the newspaper, why didn't you think about the relationship between us?"

"Third Lord..."

"Shut up!" Feng Laosan roared angrily, his hand holding the gun trembled more and more, "I...I killed someone before, it's not like you don't know about it."

Miss Wen's face turned completely pale.

At the very moment, a servant's voice came from outside the door: "Young Master Bai, the third master is inside."

Like a stone thrown into a lake, the imminent situation was instantly relieved, Feng Wobo leaned against the door with all his strength, and Miss Wen fell into the seat, gasping for breath as if she had been pardoned.

Their tacit secrets sank into the silent vortex again.

Bai Hemian didn't know what happened inside the house yet, he stood in front of the courtyard, frowned and looked at the closed door: "Who else is inside?"

The servant was left behind by Qian Shan, and he answered every question: "Miss Wen."

"Miss Wen?" Bai Hemian's tone was playful, "Miss Wen and I are old acquaintances, please go in and let me know."

The servant obediently responded, knocked on the door and shouted: "Miss Wen, Young Master Bai is here."

There seemed to be several seconds of hesitation before the door was pushed open from the inside.

Miss Wen made enough gestures, and hurried out to meet him: "I should have called, and I should have informed Young Master Bai before coming to Feng's house."

The property of the Feng family belongs to Bai Hemian, Miss Wen forgot the unhappiness between them, and flatteringly supported Bai Hemian's forearm: "Young Master Bai, if you have time, go to my place to play."

"Looking for you to play?" Bai Hemian withdrew his arm calmly, walked into the main hall, but didn't see Feng Wobai, his heart skipped a beat, "I'm afraid it's inconvenient."

"What's the inconvenience? It's not the first day we met." Miss Wen understood when she saw him looking around. "The third master was still there just now. Later, it seemed that a friend came to look for him. He went back to the room first."

Bai Hemian listened to half-truths and half-false words as jokes.

He sat down at the first seat as if no one was there, took the teacup handed by the servant, blew it slowly for a while, then raised his eyelids, and smiled at the anxious Miss Wen: "Since I played cards with Miss Wen that day, We never met again."

"Young Master Bai is a noble person, how can he play cards with me every day?"

"Second brother Feng used to tell me to go out and walk around more. I forgot that there is such a person as Miss Wen."

When Ms. Wen heard that Bai Hemian offered to mention Feng Qisong, her complexion changed again and again, her thoughts turned and turned, and she finally decided to sell it well: "Young Master Bai, Second Master...Second Master has never played with me before, even if Seeing me is also for the sake of the third master."

Hearing almost the same words as Feng Qisong's from Ms. Wen's mouth, Bai Hemian was completely at ease. He was playing with the tea bowl, and his thoughts drifted to the east wing.

But because of Feng Laosan's actions just now, Miss Wen was like a bird frightened. Seeing that Bai Hemian didn't speak, she was very anxious, afraid of being pointed at the gun again, so she remembered what Feng Wobai said a long time ago when he was drunk.

At that time, Feng Laosan hadn't tore up the marriage letter with Young Master Bai, and he would pay attention to the time when he was having fun with her, for fear of being caught by the second brother.But when you get drunk, you forget everything.

Feng Wobai leaked the word because he was drunk once: "Did you know? My second brother actually likes the man wife I've been engaged to since childhood. Her name is...what's her name?"

This is not the first time Ms. Wen has heard the secret of the big family. At first she thought it was just a cliché of two brothers falling in love with the same person, so she replied perfunctorily, "Bai Hemian."

"That's right, that's the name." Feng Wobai held Miss Wen's head down with a smile, and looked at her drunkenly, "Tell me, what else is there to like about a man besides his face?"

"...The Bai family is in decline. If you marry back, isn't it a debt?"

"I heard that it's just a decline, and there is no debt." Miss Wen is also well informed, "Third Master, Second Master Feng likes it, so you can just let him. It's just a male wife, and I don't think you really want to marry. It's not worth making trouble with Second Master Feng over such a small matter."

"Let... let what let?" Feng Laosan fell back, stretched his body comfortably on the bed, and hugged Miss Wen into his arms, disapprovingly, "She is my husband and wife, how could Second Brother have the face to be angry with me? ?”

As he said that, he seemed to think of something funny, and laughed loudly: "You know what? My second brother knew that the young master was going to be an oiran, and he even bought a mansion in my name, and even wrote letters secretly Send it over."

"Writing a letter?" Miss Wen was slightly startled, "You mean...Second Master Feng also wrote letters to the young master of the Bai family?"

"Yes, I didn't use my own name." Feng Wobai muttered absently, "I dare not use my real name because of my identity. Besides, how could that young master be willing to get involved with his fiancé's brother?"

It's not a big deal to take care of a little lover or give money to buy a house. There are a lot of people in Jinling City who do this, but it's the first time Miss Wen has seen them by writing. She can't help being curious about Bai Hemian: " Isn't the young master of the Bai family very handsome?"

"Beautiful." Feng Wobai squinted at Miss Wen with lingering affection, "No matter how handsome you are, you are not as good-looking as you!"

Ms. Wen couldn't believe what she said on the bed, but she listened comfortably, and rolled into the bed with Feng Laosan in a blink of an eye.

Thinking back, Miss Wen flattered Bai Hemian by peeling the oranges in the fruit plate, tearing off the thin white veins: "Young Master Bai, you and Second Master...it's a pity."

She thought about it and said, "Second Master is sincere to you."

"Yeah." Bai Hemian drank his tea calmly, feeling terribly uncomfortable.

The relationship between him and the second master should be discussed by an outsider?

"I heard that the second master has long been in love with you."

Bai Hemian stopped holding the tea bowl, and interrupted Miss Wen impatiently: "Second Master and I only met when we got married, don't talk nonsense."

Miss Wen quickly stopped talking, and waited for Bai Hemian to put down the tea bowl and walk out of the main hall before restraining the smile on her face.

She stuffed the peeled oranges into her mouth one by one, and smiled softly: "It turns out that as long as they enter the Feng family's door, everyone will be cold-blooded."

Ms. Wen did not admit that Feng Qisong did not tell what he had done for Bai Hemian "during his lifetime", but only thought that Young Master Bai was doing it for fame and denied that he had ever received Feng Qisong's favor.

"Second Master Feng, you are wise and wise throughout your life, would you have thought that after death, your younger brother and husband and wife will be this virtuous?"

Feng Qisong of "The Wise One" was more "tragic" than Miss Wen thought.

Bai Hemian, who came back from the main hall, was riding on his waist, holding the hem of his gown in his mouth, and struggling to untie his belt.

"What are you doing?" Feng Qisong helplessly supported his waist, for fear that the young master would toss himself to the ground.

"I've met Miss Wen." Bai Hemian snorted a few times vaguely, "I still don't feel well, so I want you to love me."