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Bai Hemian's palms were sweating instantly.

"Why, are you disappointed that you didn't see the third child?" Second Master Feng rolled his wheelchair into the room, his handsome face lit up by red candles little by little.

The man raised his arm, slammed the door hard, and said mockingly, "There may be more things that will disappoint you in the future."

Bai Hemian shrank involuntarily into the bed.

Feng Er is still wearing the iron-gray military uniform, with funny flowers pinned to his chest, and there is no thin blanket on his legs. He seemed to catch a glimpse of a pair of straight and slender legs in a panic. Grandpa is not at all what a person with disabled legs should look like.

Bai Hemian was completely bewildered, and a ridiculous thought rose from the bottom of his heart: "Third Master...won't Third Master come?"

Feng Laoer pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose, seeing him timid, pity rolled in his eyes, and was covered up by some suppressed emotion: "He won't come."

Bai Hemian's heart was completely suspended in the air because of Feng Erye's words.

He tremblingly asked: "If the third master doesn't come, I will marry... who will I marry?"

As soon as these words came out, no matter how ambiguous the candlelight was, it would not be able to warm the atmosphere in the room.

Erye Feng sat in the wheelchair expressionlessly, his eyes behind the lens fixedly stared at him, gloomy negative emotions filled first, then pain, and finally fell into silence.

He seems to have long been used to suppressing all his emotions in his heart, and when he spoke again, his tone was calm: "Marry me."

The guess was confirmed, Bai Hemian blinked.

"It's hard for you." Second Master Feng came to the bedside in his wheelchair, pinched his slender ankles, and kneaded them gently, "Marry a useless person like me."

Bai Hemian was so shocked that three souls lost seven souls, and he stammered in response: "You...you are not..."

He was in a state of confusion, and because of Erye Feng's tone of voice, he couldn't help comforting him: "Your legs will definitely recover. I've seen patients before, and I didn't have you... I didn't look at the health without you."

"En." Feng Lao paused slightly in his second hand, his brows and eyes gradually softened.

"But why do you want to marry me?" Bai Hemian suddenly woke up again with the light of a red candle in front of his eyes. He pulled back his foot, "What is this? You brothers, if you want to marry me, you can marry me, if you don't want to marry me Just regret the marriage, I, Bai Hemian... ah!"

Bai Hemian let out a cry of pain, turned over abruptly, his round eyes filled with water, "You...you hit me again!"

Second Master Feng's hand was still on his buttocks, and he didn't intend to move it away after beating him. Now that he was pressed by the soft flesh, he moved his fingers in satisfaction.

Bai Hemian was so ashamed that he rolled again, blushing and scolding: "You read the sage's book for nothing!"

"I didn't read the books of sages." Feng Erye raised his eyebrows slightly, trying to smile, "I read German books."

"Why do you have the nerve to marry a man your brother doesn't want?"

"Who I marry is my business."

"There are so many young masters and young ladies from good families in Jinling City, why don't you marry them?"

"I only want you."

Perhaps it was because Second Master Feng said "I want you" with too firm and easy tone, Bai Hemian pinched the pillow and said without hesitation: "You...you won't do it!"

"Heh." Ordinary people would probably go crazy when they heard such accusations, but Feng Lao Er put his hands on his brows and laughed, and the more he laughed, the happier he became.

Bai Hemian was infuriated by the laughter, his evil turned into courage, temporarily overcame his fear of the military uniform, rushed over, sat on Feng Lao Er's lap, rubbed his little butt around, and maliciously teased: "You are married! So what about me?"

"If you don't lift it, your legs will be useless. I'll be naked in front of you. What else can you do except watch?"

He grabbed Erye Feng's collar, the tip of his nose almost bumped into the glasses on the bridge of the man's nose, and found his own shadow in the glasses: "So you prepared all this for yourself."

"Second Master Feng, did you get your idea on me because you couldn't get a wife?"

"Let me tell you, even if I, Bai Hemian, are down and out, I'm not low enough to marry my fiancé's brother!"

The more he thought about it, the more wronged he became, and he felt that life was miserable, and now that he met a bastard like Feng Erye again, he wished he could raise the lamp beside the bed and smash it on Feng Erye's head, but the education he received since childhood made him He couldn't do anything about it.

No matter how sharp Bai Hemian's mouth is, he is still a young master who cannot be ruthless.

Tired of rubbing his head, he slammed his head into the neck of Second Master Feng, and his tone became soft again: "You are a scholar, so learned, why do you want to ask for a daughter-in-law just like the remnants of feudalism?"

As he said that, he was really puzzled, and hit the second child with his ass again, and heard a muffled groan.

Bai Hemian didn't care, he was immersed in his emotions: "Please let me go, telling about the forced marriage will tarnish the reputation of the Feng family."

"You refused to marry me because of my legs?"

Bai Hemian was silent for a moment, and answered truthfully: "Second Master, you can ask your conscience, who is willing to marry a crippled young lady from a good family?"

"...But I don't want to marry you, it has nothing to do with my legs." He sighed, "After the accident in the Bai family, I have no idea about whether or not we will get married."

"Lie." Feng Erye interrupted him abruptly.

Bai Hemian's heart trembled: "Why are you being unreasonable?"

Feng Lao Er took out a stone from his arms: "The one you held when you were unconscious, was it given by your lover?"

When he saw Yuhuashi, he couldn't pretend anymore, he knew that if he had a regular customer, he would definitely be able to find out if Erye Feng asked, so he lowered his face and said, "Give it to me!"

"You just think I won't do it." Feng Laoer slowly raised his arms, and still clasped Bai Hemian's waist to prevent him from getting up, "If I could, would you marry me?"

"I've already said that whether you marry or not has nothing to do with your body." Bai Hemian stared intently at Yuhua Stone with sweat hanging from the tip of his nose, "Give it back to me!"

Unmoved, Second Master Feng hid the stone in his breast pocket amidst his exasperated shouts.

Bai Hemian couldn't grab the token of love with his regular customers, so he had to do his best to break free from Second Master Feng's arms, turned his back, and sneered, "Okay, you can do whatever you like."

"Since this marriage must be concluded, you should do something that a husband should do and let me see."

Trembling, Bai Hemian tore off his collar, then stretched his hands under his body, grabbed the hem of the garment and stretched it up violently, forcefully freeing himself from the crumpled gown.

There are more blooming peonies blooming on his back, which is particularly coquettish against the red candle.

"Second Master Feng, it looks like you can't eat it, you can't make yourself happy!" Bai Hemian smashed the gown on the ground, stepped on it as if to vent her anger, hooked her fingers on the only surviving black cloth on her body, and pulled it back and forth ambiguously, "I'm with you Tell the truth! I hate Third Master Feng, if he hadn't regretted the marriage so simply, I wouldn't have suffered so many blank stares. "

"I hate you now too. If you hadn't locked me up here, I would have gone far away with my sweetheart!"

"Do you really want to tie me up in Feng's house? You...what are you doing!" Bai Hemian suddenly screamed in the middle of his sentence, and then twisted like a snake in Feng Erye's arms, "How could you... …How can it be?"

He turned his head with difficulty, and bumped into smiling eyes.

"I'm disabled." Second Master Feng easily grabbed Bai Hemian's wrist, lowered his head and sniffed intoxicatedly at his neck.

But Bai Hemian didn't pay attention to Feng Lao Er's petty movements at all, because the man's "disabled" leg was pressing on his leg.

Second Lord Feng said again, "I won't lift it."

His legs, which still had strength, completely softened due to the scorching heat from the collision.

"I'm such a cripple who doesn't move, so naturally I can't marry you." Feng Laoer hugged Bai Hemian's waist, pushed forward on purpose, then grabbed his wrist, and slowly stuffed it there.

The bed board was shaking, the candle was flickering, he was restrained and couldn't move, his hand was still holding a ball of fire, the blood in his whole body seemed to be frozen, one thought after another came out of his heart quickly, but was denied by Bai Hemian himself.

In the end, there is only one sentence left: The second child of the Feng family is not disabled at all!

When Bai Hemian was stunned, Second Master Feng didn't stop, and even slapped Bai Hemian's butt more than a dozen times.

Bai Hemian held back for a while, and couldn't help shedding tears.He used to be a pampered young master, even if he was a prostitute, he was still an oiran, he had never experienced such humiliation, he was so angry that he wished he could stab someone with a knife, but he couldn't beat Second Master Feng, so he could only bite the quilt and tremble all over.

So he was so anxious that he fainted.

Feng Lao Er, who was still suppressing Bai Hemian with all his strength, frowned, hurriedly turned over, hugged him in his arms and looked at him carefully, seeing that he was just fainting, he was relieved, then turned his head suddenly, squinted his eyes and looked out the window.

With the glowing fire still swaying outside the window, Second Master Feng stuffed Bai Hemian into the quilt, got up and sat in the wheelchair, and pushed open the door.

In the silent night, a figure stepped out from the corridor.

"The eyeliner is gone?" Second Master Feng took out a handkerchief from his arms and wiped his hands carefully without raising his head.

"gone."

"Then what are you still standing here for?"

The man hidden in the shadow came out, it turned out to be Feng Sanye: "Second brother, He Mian and you..."

Feng Lao Er snorted coldly: "You think I'm you?"

"I……"

"I didn't touch him." Feng Erye interrupted his younger brother, refolded the handkerchief that had been wiped, and stuffed it into his pocket, "You don't have to worry."

Feng Lao San's expression relaxed.

"But he is my husband and wife now." Second Master Feng said slowly, "It has nothing to do with you."

"I drank too much when I tore up the marriage certificate!" Feng Laosan took a sharp step forward, gritted his teeth and argued, "I didn't want to break off the engagement with him, it was..."

"It's a mistake due to drunkenness." Unlike Feng Laosan's eagerness, Second Master Feng took the time to stand in front of the bridal chamber, "Do you still want to say that after this matter is over, as if nothing happened, it will be beautiful How about marrying Bai Hemian in?"

Being poked at the center, Third Master Feng was speechless for a moment.

"I advise you to give up on this." Second Master Feng smiled slightly, "Even if I agree, Bai Hemian will not agree."

After Feng Lao Er finished speaking, Shi Shiran turned around, and when he closed the door, he heard his younger brother say something outside the door: "Second brother, even if he doesn't like me, he can't like you."

"...He doesn't know that the reason why you made him the oiran and didn't show up is because there is really something wrong with your leg?"

The author says:

Whether there is any problem with Feng's second leg will be explained later.Little Peony: I was actually spanked? ? ? ? ? ?gas to faint · jpg