Chapter 3688
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But … but he was so noble that Feng Wu felt inferior …
She wondered if this teenager's social status was higher than Mr Zhao's …
Mr Zhao gloated. "Dugu Ling is my godfather. Young man, I don't care who you are, but how dare you offend the Dugu family?!"
Feng Wu was surprised. "Dugu Ling is your godfather? He's only a few years older than you, isn't he?! "
Mr Zhao choked and flushed. "You don't even have the guts to tell me your name. You're just a fake! I'll write a letter to the Dugu manor right now and they'll find out who I am! "
Feng Wu said, "Isn't the Dugu manor the same?"
Mr Zhao smirked. "You look down on the Dugu family? Do you think you're His Royal Highness?
"The Dugu family is the empress's maternal family and the second prince's maternal family. Even His Majesty has to address Dugu Ling as his uncle."
Since Mr Zhao was calling Dugu Ling his godfather, there was more to the story than met the eye.
After Mr Zhao revealed his background, Rong Niang went up to him and stood still.
Mr Zhao burst into laughter.
He glanced at Feng Wu as he put his arm around Rong Niang's waist, then left with her.
Feng Xun was impressed.
In fact, if Feng Wu really wanted to take the crown, she would have won. She was just the new mayor of Yong City.
"You can swallow your pride?" Feng Xun couldn't believe it.
Feng Wu rolled her eyes at him. "What else can I do? What are we going to do tonight? Are we really going to do it? "
Feng Xun cleared his throat.
Just then, Wan Xiangyu was about to move closer to Feng Wu, when Qin Qi stopped her and warned her in a low voice, "We can't afford to offend that man. Don't go looking for trouble."
Wan Xiangyu said, "But … didn't he lose to Mr Zhao? Isn't Mr Zhao more capable than he is? "
Qin Qi said, "Of course not. He can beat Zhao Yi with a flick of his finger. I'm only letting him off the hook. Come, let's have some fun. "
As he spoke, Qin Qi carried Wan Xiangyu back to her room.
Meanwhile, Jun Linyuan's face was livid. Feng Wu turned around and saw that Brother Jun was really angry. She cleared her throat and said, "It's getting late. Let's get some sleep."
As she spoke, she stood up and walked up.
Jun Linyuan followed her as soon as she left.
His tall, slender body covered Feng Wu like a shadow.
Bang!
The door closed.
Jun Linyuan glared at Feng Wu. "Is it fun?!"
Sitting in a chair, Feng Wu waved a fan and acted like a young master of an aristocratic family. She glanced at Jun Linyuan and said, "I don't like the atmosphere tonight. If this were an elegant party, I'd be able to write a hundred drinking poems and make them famous!"
Jun Linyuan rubbed his forehead.
The more Feng Wu thought about it, the more pleased she became. She sighed regretfully, "Sigh, what a pity, what a pity. Why is this Zhao Yi always trying to mess things up? I can't even become an immortal poet. Sigh, this is one of my biggest regrets. "
Jun Linyuan's anger dissipated. In the end, he patted her on the head. "What on earth is in that little head of yours? What's so fun about this? "
Feng Wu stared at him in disbelief. "Are you a saint? Don't you feel anything when such a beautiful girl is dancing beside you? "
Jun Linyuan's face darkened again.
Feng Wu said, "I think it's fun. Next time …"
Jun Linyuan flared up. "Next time?!"
(End of Chapter)
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