284. Chapter 284 Is there anything you want to tell me?
Zhuoran nodded repeatedly, "I heard it, but I didn't dare anymore."
It's not that Zhuoran is useless, but that he is too conceited. He always feels that he is the most powerful in the world except for the person who killed Situ Chang. After all, his position as leader was achieved with real swords and guns.
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Now, Feng Qianchen could easily hold his own wrist. If the other party wanted his life... Zhuo Ran didn't dare to think about it.
Feng Qianchen snorted coldly and let go of Zhuo Ran's hand.
Bu Qingyun also followed Feng Qianchen with a cold snort and kicked Zhuo Ran, "You're a useless thing, and you actually want to take advantage of my wife."
Bu Qingyun's kick was so skillless that Zhuo Ran should have dodged it, but Zhuo Ran was looking Feng Qianchen up and down, so when Bu Qingyun kicked him, it wasn't that he didn't avoid it, nor that he couldn't avoid it.
, but I didn’t expect that anyone would kick me.
Zhuo Ran's pupils shrank sharply and looked at Bu Qingyun who was laughing at him.
"Okay, Bu Qingyun." Jiao Xiaoliu could easily feel Zhuo Ran's murderous aura, "You go get a boat later and let's go boating."
"Yes, madam." Bu Qingyun's wife shouted smoothly, as if she had practiced it thousands of times, and turned around to prepare.
Feng Qianchen helplessly stroked Jiao Xiaoliu's messy hair, "I told you how many times to tie up your hair."
"Yes," Jiao Xiaoliu was afraid that Feng Qianchen would be angry, so he smiled obediently, "I will remember it in the future."
How could Qianchen, as smart as Feng, not understand Jiao Xiaoliu's little thoughts? He gave her a reassuring and bright smile, "Remember what you said today."
"Master Qi, I remember this!" Jiao Xiaoliu very cutely stood at attention and saluted with a military salute.
"Seventh Master?! Then should I be called Jiuye?" Feng Qingchen, who had not spoken for a long time, suddenly became interested in this title.
Feng Qianchen felt the heavy gaze behind him and looked back at Zhuo Ran, "What? Is there anything else, Leader Zhuo?"
"You are the Seventh Prince!" Zhuo Ran's voice was small but very sure.
No one paid attention to Zhuo Ran because Bu Qingyun was greeting everyone to get on the boat.
Looking at the backs of several people leaving one after another, Zhuo Ran clenched his fists, opened them, clenched them, opened them...
Jiao Xiaoliu sat on the bow of the boat, looking at the green and red lake. He sighed deeply and finally couldn't help shouting, "Bu Qingyun, are you so exaggerated? I asked you to get a small boat. What is this?"
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Bu Qingyun immediately ran to the stern of the ship and responded loudly to Jiao Xiaoliu, "There are too many of us and the boat can't fit in." Bu Qingyun said a little aggrievedly, looking at the few people sitting in the ship building playing mahjong, he really hoped that they could
Stand up and say something for yourself.
Of course, this is simply impossible.
"What's wrong? You seem unhappy." Although Jiao Xiaoliu kept joking and laughing, Feng Qianchen could still clearly feel Jiao Xiaoliu's irritability.
Jiao Xiaoliu shook his head, "Do you have anything to say to me?"
"There was a visitor from the palace last night. My father is critically ill!" Feng Qianchen probably understood what Jiao Xiaoliu said.
Jiao Xiaoliu opened his eyes wide with disbelief on his face, "It's impossible, it's not..."
"It's not poison, it's poisoning." Feng Qianchen sighed, "I tell you this because I don't want you to worry."
"Yes, I know," Jiao Xiaoliu smiled, "But are you okay, father?"
Feng Qianchen Chong scratched Jiao Xiaoliu's nose obsessively, "Silly girl, if something happens, can Qingchen and I stay here so leisurely?"
