Chapter 565
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"Don't worry, Father. If Father is not at home, my brothers and I will definitely protect our Lin family." Lin Chengzhi stood up and said.
"En."
Lin Boheng nodded with satisfaction. These children were born from the same family and were as close as brothers. They were not like other families who would fight and kill each other. It was precisely because of these good examples of the elders that their children and grandchildren all had good conduct. In San Jiang City, the Lin family's reputation was so good.
On the other side, after returning to the inn, Fengjiu had Leng Shuang take a bath and re-bandage his wound. After ensuring that his wound was fine, he let her rest.
Outside, Xuanyuan Moze was sitting at the table. When he saw her come out, he poured her a glass of wine. "Do you always care so much about the people around you?" He asked in a low voice, as if he didn't mean it.
Hearing this, Fengjiu glanced at him: "If others treat me with sincerity, I will naturally treat them with sincerity. What's so strange about that?" Although Leng Shuang and Leng Hua had not been by her side for long, she believed that if she was in any danger, the two of them would definitely disregard their own safety.
Rather than saying that the two of them treated her as their master, it was better to say that they treated her as a family member, a pillar of support. She felt that they treated her with sincerity, so naturally she would treat them with sincerity.
Hearing this, Xuanyuan Moze's deep black eyes flashed: "So you're saying that this Jun did not do well enough?"
Fengjiu rolled his eyes: "This is not the same."
"How is it not the same?"
Fengjiu only glanced at him with a meaningful gaze, but did not continue to speak. She only said: "I'm going back to rest. I'll go to the Lin family tomorrow morning." As soon as she finished speaking, she turned and went back to her room.
Watching her enter the room and even close the door, he unconsciously tapped his finger on the table and asked: "How is it not the same?" His gaze swept over and looked at Ying Yi, who was standing at the side like an invisible person: "Do you know?"
Being swept by his master's gaze, Ying Yi braced himself and stepped forward, pausing for a moment before saying, "This subordinate has a little opinion, if it's wrong, I hope master won't blame me."
Xuanyuan Moze glanced at him. "Speak."
"Yes."
Ying Yi replied, "I don't know what Ninth Young Master means by different, but I'm sure that Ninth Young Master treats Master differently from others."
"Oh?" His eyes flickered as he said, "Continue."
"Others can't get close to Ninth Young Master, but Master can. That's the difference."
Hearing this, Xuanyuan Moze was deep in thought. He was too involved to see clearly, so he didn't feel anything different. But now that Ying Yi mentioned it, it seemed to be true.
Gathering his thoughts, he looked at Ying who had his head lowered. "You're quite experienced in this aspect, but why haven't I seen you getting close to any woman?"
Hearing this, Ying Yi couldn't help but stiffen. He didn't know how to answer. Fortunately, his master didn't wait for him to answer. After taking a sip of wine, he got up and went back to his room. Seeing him enter the room, Ying Yi secretly sighed in relief.
He thought to himself: Where did that brat Hui Lang run off to? If he was here, he wouldn't be able to answer this kind of question.
The next morning, Fengjiu, dressed in red, walked out of his room sleepily. Seeing Xuanyuan Moze already sitting by the window, he yawned and walked over.
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