One Hundred and Seven: Flower Snitch (7)

"I heard you calling me. You don't need to be so loud, so that all the neighbors know."

Before Feng Jin could really get angry, Jiang Pengji jumped up, stepped on the wall, and climbed firmly to the top of the wall with her strength.

Feng Jin hugged the wall with both hands, in an awkward posture.

He tremblingly raised his head to look at Jiang Pengji, his eyes seemed to be looking at his own enemy.

I knew that Jiang Pengji was very stupid (unreliable), but he jumped into the pit so stupidly, it is a shame and a shame!

Feng Jin was at war with heaven and man in his heart, wishing to strangle his not long ago self to death.

"Sir, don't blame me. The student and Huaiyu came here today for a reason, and they had to climb over the wall."

Jiang Pengji said with a smile, when she jumped into the wall, she brought down Feng Jin who was clinging to the edge of the wall.

Inside the wall, there were indeed several servants guarding them. In addition, a middle-aged man in plain attire stood in front of everyone like a pine tree, with a neatly trimmed beard, dark and gloomy eyes, staring at Jiang Pengji with some scrutiny and suspicion.

That's right, in the middle of the night, the students ran over to climb over their teacher's wall. At such a sensitive time, anyone would be suspicious.

However, Wei Yuan did not put the crime on her head without saying anything, because the other party's age did not match.

At any rate, he is a student taught by himself, Wei Yuan still has the ability to know people, his students will not be dirty people.

"Lanting, you really hurt Jin this time."

If you make a bad friend by mistake, the good reputation of the past ten years will be destroyed in one go.

"Hey, don't be petty."

Jiang Pengji sent Feng Jin away like coaxing a child.

Feng Jin widened her eyes in astonishment, as if she had known Jiang Pengji for the first time.

Jiang Pengji arched her hands towards Wei Yuan, and called out respectfully, "Sir."

Wei Yuan didn't appreciate it, instead he flicked his sleeves with a cold face, turned sideways to avoid her gift, and gave her a cold snort.

He really believed that Liu Xi was not that kind of filthy person, but this didn't explain why this kid climbed over the wall of his house in the middle of the night.

It's nothing more than climbing over the wall, observing the conversation between him and the strange boy, Lan Ting clearly knew that there was someone inside the wall, and deliberately climbed in!

Knowing mistakes and making mistakes is even more wrong!

Feng Jin retracted her wide sleeves, and before she had time to take care of her slightly embarrassed appearance, she bowed deeply to Wei Yuan.

"Kid Fengjin, I met Mr. Wei. Today's incident really happened for a reason, Mr. Wei calm down first, and wait for Lanting to explain."

Although Feng Jin can't wait to have a showdown with Jiang Pengji right now, the two stand in the same position, they are grasshoppers on the same rope, and they still need to work together before extinguishing Wei Yuan's anger. Hold each other back.

"Feng Jin? Your surname is Feng? But the Shangyang Feng family? What does Shang Shu Ling Feng Xiande have to do with you?"

Feng is a rare surname. When talking about Feng in Dongqing, ten out of ten people will subconsciously think of Shangyang Feng.

Wei Yuan saw that Feng Jin's dress and the accessories around him were all expensive and hard-to-find treasures, which shows that the other party's family is not bad.

Feng Jin blushed, feeling extremely embarrassed,

No answer, no answer no.

In the end, his face was still blushing, and he said in a voice like a mosquito, "The boy is Shangyang Fengshi, and Shang Shuling is my father."

Wei Yuan: "..."

Facing Wei Yuan's almost indifferent and speechless expression, the witty audience moved quickly, and the screen was full of complaints and barrages that drowned his face.

: Longevity, Shang Shu ordered the young master to come and climb over the wall of my house!

: Lan Shou, Xianggu, this kid has too much background, how can I trouble him, urgent, wait online!

: Don't look at me pretending to be nonchalant, in fact, I am already anxious inside, how can I maintain my aloof image, the kid in front of me doesn't play cards according to common sense, I can't beat him, hurry up, wait online!

Of course, there are also some weird complaints.

: Wu that boy is actually the son of Shang Shuling, hateful, really hateful!

Jiang Pengji said that Mr. Wei Yuan's facial expression coupled with the barrage made the food taste even better.

She looked happy in her heart, but her expression

But he didn't move at all, but a chuckle beside him caught everyone's attention.

At this time, she noticed that beside Wei Yuan, there were not only the servants in full armor, but also a young man of about the same age.

This person's brows and eyes were slightly sharp, and his eyes were black with a little lifelessness. When he looked straight at him, there was always a chill in his heart that did not come.

His complexion is a little rough and dark yellow, but his appearance is very heroic, even the coldness in his eyes cannot make people ignore the advantages of his facial features. The face is deep, the lips are slightly dry, and the white skin is rolled up, which seems to be cracked like a river bed that has been dried up for a long time.

The material of the clothes on him is not very good, and it has been a few years old. Not only does it not fit well, but it is also washed white, and the collar of the clothes is badly worn. However, his black hair is combed meticulously, and his standing posture is extremely upright, so you can see Not at all disappointed.

In his twenties, widowed and widowed, he came from the north, and by visual inspection, it should be a border city close to the three ethnic groups in northern Xinjiang;

His father is of a different race, and his mother is a Han woman with a gentle and loving personality. The relationship between the two is not happy, and his father has a bad habit of abusing his wife and children;

He has a cold temperament, acts ruthlessly, has killed people, and more than one, whose father is dead, should be killed by him;

The palms are callused, and the knuckles of both hands are slightly deformed due to years of martial arts practice. The value of force is much stronger than Feng Jin, the five scumbags of war;

There was blood and water oozing from the foot socks, and the injury was on the sole of the foot, and he could still maintain an upright posture without changing his expression...

This cruelty, this forbearance, she likes it!

While Jiang Pengji was looking and analyzing him, the young man was also looking at Jiang Pengji.

Shaking his head for a long time, the young man shook his feather fan regretfully, facing Wei Yuan.

"Mr. Gongcao, it's not him."

Wei Yuan's expression darkened, and several servants still surrounded Jiang Pengji and Feng Jin, not daring to let go.

He also believed in his students, so he didn't doubt the youth's judgment, but he couldn't think of a reason for the students to climb over the wall in the middle of the night!

"Sir, the students are here today because they have something important to do. If not, there is no need to make such a bad move."

Jiang Pengji didn't care, but Wei Yuan couldn't bear this shocking behavior in her eyes.

If this matter gets out, I don't know what it will be discussed.

He was ashamed to see others, and Liu Lanting was also destroyed.

No matter what the student wanted to say to him, he didn't go through the door and climbed over the wall. It's strange for him to be used to it.

Feng Jinquan regards himself as the background board, watching the nose and the nose, watching the heart, and he is all implicated by Liu Xi, a scumbag.

"Oh, the old man wants to hear, what reason do you have!"

Wei Yuan was already mentally prepared to hear Jiang Pengji's apology. After all, no matter what reasons were used to explain this matter, it seemed far-fetched. The best ending was that the students were stubborn and didn't know how to educate themselves, so they did stupid things to offend the teacher in the middle of the night. Son. (To be continued.)