Cut off

All escape routes were blocked, Bai Hemian could only fall into the embrace of Second Master Feng.

The match in the man's hand fell to the ground, burning small black holes in the expensive imported product.

Second Master Feng's hoarse voice lingered in Bai Hemian's ear: "Qian Shan, how did you protect the young master?"

Qian Shan replied cooperatively: "Second Master, I can't interrupt when the ladies are talking."

"So...it's you?" Feng Qisong supported the frame of the mirror, and his eyes fell on the women in the room.

Mrs. Liang was the first to stand up and deny: "Second Master, we are all helping Young Master Bai. It is Miss Wen... the Miss Wen you don't remember, who has been sowing discord."

Feng Qisong acted like he had suddenly realized, and rubbed Bai Hemian's head: "So I'm jealous."

The tense atmosphere in the room suddenly loosened following Erye Feng's words.

Bai Hemian curled his lips in Erye Feng's arms, his eyes still fixed on the carpet, he didn't dare to move his butt, fearing that Er Er Feng would break the rumors of "not doing it" in full view, so he could only bury his face in the The man's neck.

"Oh, Second Master Feng has to come with us to such gatherings in the future." Seeing that they were close, Mrs. Liang quickly complimented them, "Otherwise we, Young Master Bai, will be full if we are jealous."

Bai Hemian trembled in Feng Qisong's arms, with goose bumps all over his arms.

"Isn't it? I was scared to death today." Miss Jin took over the conversation, and she and Mrs. Liang seemed to have become very close sisters again. "If Mrs. Liang hadn't played around with it, they would have really quarreled just now."

Bai Hemian didn't dare to move, but Second Master Feng's hand was quietly pinching Bai Hemian's ass.

He jerked his head up, thinking that the man was taking revenge on him for causing trouble for himself.

Feng Qisong didn't look sideways, and he was still talking to the girls in the room: "Our young master has a bad temper, please bear with us."

"Who has a bad temper?" Hearing this, Bai Hemian couldn't help stretching out his hands to pinch Feng's second brother's waist.

Second Master Feng's heart moved slightly, and his palm moved down slowly, trying to tease him again, but his earlobe hurt. It turned out that Young Master Bai was so angry that he bit someone's ear like a dog with meat in its mouth.

"He Mian," Feng Qisong was not afraid of the pain, but he was afraid that his teeth would ache, "What's the trouble?"

Bai Hemian continued to gnaw, and his hot and humid panting sprayed Feng Laoer's ears.

He turned his back to the wives and young ladies in the room, not afraid of being seen, but Second Master Feng couldn't show the slightest strangeness, he could only tighten his mouth and hold back a smile.

"Second Master, what kind of temper can Young Master Bai have?" Mrs. Liang didn't see the petty movements between them, so she continued, "He took us to play cards."

"He Mian's cards are pretty good." Feng Qisong hugged him tighter like a treasure, "It's just that he's young, sometimes he can't afford to lose, which makes everyone laugh."

Bai Hemian was so angry that he almost bit off Er Er Feng's ear, before he could think of how to retaliate, Er Er Feng secretly unbuttoned his clothes, grabbed his wrist and stuffed it into his arms.

Bai Hemian could only continue to struggle, rubbing his little ass back and forth, and smashing down slightly, trying to break free from Second Master Feng's shackles.

In the end, the wrist was loosened, but there was a strange feeling in the ass.

He froze for an instant, and signaled Erye Feng with his eyes to hold back, and don't show any clues in front of outsiders.

Feng Erye pretended not to know, and continued to move his hands.

So it was Bai Hemian who was worried, now he and Feng Erye are grasshoppers on the same rope, and if Feng Qisong pretends to be disabled, he will also suffer.

So Bai Hemian sat obediently on Erye Feng's lap, pretending to be an ostrich.

Mrs. Liang was still complimenting: "Young Master Bai is young and promising."

Second Master Feng smiled and nodded, very useful.

Bai Hemian forced himself not to listen to what they were saying. After shifting his attention to other places, he discovered many things that he hadn't noticed before—except for Mrs. Liang and Miss Jin, the people in the room had different expressions, and they didn't show that much respect for Feng Qi at all. loose.

Bai Hemian let out a "bah" inwardly. He couldn't understand the behavior of these rich wives, so he took advantage of the situation to ignore Feng Erye's little tricks.

Second Master Feng exchanged some pleasantries with Mrs. Liang, then bid farewell to everyone, and was pushed by Qian Shan out of the door of Jin Mansion.

Bai Hemian waited until he got to the side of the car before getting up from Erye Feng's arms: "I won't come to play cards next time, these women are making me a headache."

"Next time, I'll fight with you." Second Master Feng watched him get into the car, "You go home first, I still have something to deal with."

Bai Hemian paused slightly, closing the car door with a smile on his face: "Go, Second Master, I have written a document with you, and I know what to do."

Isn't it just to meet an old lover?

He folded his arms and sneered.

Feng Qisong sighed, didn't explain much, and let Qian Shan push him to the corner of the street.

"Don't drive yet." After Second Master Feng disappeared into the crowd, Young Master Bai unbuttoned his suit, fell down on the back seat of the car and closed his eyes to rest, "I'll pick up Second Master later."

He would like to see what Feng Lao Er and Miss Wen are trying to trick.

The summer sun spared no effort to burn in the sky, and the sycamore trees on both sides of the road were wilted, and glaring light leaked from the branches and leaves.

Qian Shan pushed Erye Feng into an alley, and there was a rusty iron gate at the end of the alley.

"Go in." Feng Qisong took out a handkerchief to wipe the sweat from his forehead, and asked impatiently, "Why did Wen come here today?"

Qian Shan pushed the door with a wry smile: "Second Master, if I knew she was in the Jin Mansion, how would I dare to ask Young Master Bai to play cards?"

"It's all the fault of the third child." Feng Qisong complained in a low voice, seeing the door open, he rolled his wheelchair in, and the thin gold chain on the temples of his glasses shone with the movement.

Miss Wen was sitting under the gazebo in the courtyard drinking tea, Xunsheng got up eagerly: "Second Lord."

"I have no intention of interfering with the matter between you and the third child." Second Master Feng suppressed the irritability in his tone, and cut straight to the point, "You don't have to test Young Master Bai behind my back."

When Miss Wen heard this, she tightened the handkerchief in her hand: "Second Master, I have nothing to do with Third Master!"

"...Don't you understand why I said that to Young Master Bai today?"

Feng Qisong lowered his head and folded his jointed fingers in front of him: "I don't understand."

Miss Wen almost bit her silver teeth: "Second Master, you understand! You are just deceiving yourself. "

"You have done so much for Young Master Bai, but he doesn't know how to be grateful at all. He doesn't love you at all!" Miss Wen recalled the contemptuous eyes Bai Hemian looked at her when he was playing cards, and she was furious, "He is A child who hasn't grown up, doesn't understand what you gave up for him, even your legs..."

"Enough." Mentioning the legs, Second Master Feng interrupted Miss Wen sharply, "Qianshan, push me back."

Seeing this, Ms. Wen didn't care about Feng Qisong's identity, and chased after her crazily: "Second Master, I don't dislike your legs, nor do I covet your Feng family's money, I am sincere to you!"

Her answer was the soft knock of the door.Feng Qisong never looked back.

"Qianshan, did the third one go to drink flower wine again recently?" As soon as he went out, Second Master Feng asked sullenly, "If he hadn't drunk too much before and talked nonsense to the surname Wen, how could he be today?" about?"

"Third Master...Third Master is young."

"He Mian is as old as him!" Feng Qisong began to praise the young master again, "There was an accident at home, and I didn't learn how to drink too much!"

"...Look at what good things he did when he was drunk? First he told Miss Wen about my leg injury, and then he tore up the marriage certificate with Bai Hemian..." Second Master Feng's scolding stopped abruptly, Because the young master Bai he was talking about was standing at the entrance of the alley.

Hearing the rustling of the wheelchair, Bai Hemian didn't look up, but held an unlit cigarette in his mouth, and casually grabbed a passerby who was passing by. Seeing that the person was also smoking, he directly grabbed the other person's collar, and the two cigarettes touched each other. That's it.

Second Master Feng's arms resting on the armrests instantly stretched out with blue veins.

On Bai Hemian's outstretched neck, there were blue lines all over the place. The passerby regained his composure and immediately wanted to hug his waist, but Young Master Bai mercilessly pushed him away.

"He Mian!" Second Master Feng stood up from the wheelchair, grabbed Bai He Mian's wrist, and pulled him into his arms.

Pedestrians didn't know Erye Feng, and seeing Qian Shan roll up his sleeves and leave awkwardly, he muttered as he left, "Why don't you sit in a wheelchair if you're not limping?"

"Yeah, I'm not lame in a wheelchair." Bai Hemian smiled softly, spraying smoke on Feng Qisong's face, "Second Master, are you done?"

He glanced under the man in disgust, and commented sincerely: "It's so fast."

Unmoved, Second Master Feng snatched the cigarette between Bai Hemian's fingers: "Stop smoking."

"I didn't get paid just now, and I won't be allowed to smoke now." He smiled lazily, "Second Master Feng, you are too lenient."

Feng Qisong didn't reply, but in front of Bai Hemian, he pressed the cigarette to the wall.

He stared at the scattered sparks, and snorted regretfully: "What do you mean?"

"Smoking too much will hurt your body."

"Who are you, care about me?" Bai Hemian pushed Erye Feng away, and looked into the depths of the alley, "You better mind yourself, don't implicate me when the secret is revealed!"

Feng Qisong staggered back a few steps after being pushed by Young Master Bai, and managed to stand still by grabbing Qian Shan's arm.

Qian Shan pursed his lips into a straight line, trying to push Erye Feng on the wheelchair.

Feng Qisong waved him away, staring at Bai Hemian intently: "Nothing happened between me and Miss Wen."

"Yeah, it's better it didn't happen." He sneered, "Otherwise you'd be too fast."

"Hemian, Miss Wen is the third child..."

"You don't need to explain." When the cigarettes ran out, Bai Hemian took out another box from his bosom and held it in his palm to play with, "We are a cooperative relationship, you have nothing to explain."

"...I just came to tell you in advance that I also have an old friend." Bai Hemian's eyes loosened for a moment, but was soon filled with ridicule, "I hope that when I contact him, Second Master Feng will also Like me today, I pretend I don’t know anything.”

The cool wind blew from the end of the alley, and the suit jacket in Bai Hemian's arms trembled slightly. He watched Erye Feng sit back in the wheelchair in an extremely slow posture, his expression faded away like a cocoon, and even the emotion in his eyes All dissipated.

"A good old friend?" Second Master Feng put his hand on the glasses frame.

"Yeah." Bai Hemian lifted the broken hair on his forehead, with a half-smile, "Second Master, you know."

"I know?" Second Master Feng pushed his glasses again.

"That Yuhua Stone." Young Master Bai reminded "kindly", "I gave it to you from a good friend."

"Oh?" Feng Qisong heard the words, his upper body leaned back slightly, and his whole body relaxed, not like sitting in a wheelchair, but like sitting on a throne, "Tell me about it."

"What's there to say?" Bai Hemian snorted coldly, "I know that in Jinling City, no one has a better background than you, Second Master Feng. But what is a good background?"

He laughed at himself and said, "My background, Bai Hemian, is not bad, but what happened? Prosperity is like a passing cloud, and once I am down, I can only sell myself to be an oiran."

"So, you are so kind, and you are not as good as my sweetheart!"