Chapter 512

When he got to the living room, he met the worried and angry old Feng.

"What's the matter, how's xiaoconghua?"

The old man was standing in the living room, not angry and arrogant. He was afraid to move. Although he had retired to the second tier, he didn't care about practice, but his momentum would only grow deeper and deeper with age.

This is reflected incisively and vividly in Feng Lao.

Today, the little guy is not at home, and he has nothing to do at home. An old friend asked him to sit at home, and fenglao went. Unexpectedly, such a thing happened.

The moment Fengting Mo returned to fengzhai, the housekeeper informed fenglao. After all, it was a big deal to involve the little princess, so fenglao came back directly, which happened now.

Feng Tingmo loosened his collar, raised his hand and found that his sleeve was still stained with blood. When he saw it, Feng Tingmo subconsciously frowned, and his cleanliness addiction broke out.

She came back in such a hurry that she didn't have time to change her clothes. The blood should have been rubbed on her hands when she was holding changcong. After all, her hands were covered with blood at that time.

Looking at this scene, Feng took a breath. He just came back and didn't understand what happened.

"What happened to the little one?"

There are some tremors in Feng Lao's words. Is there something wrong with the little guy?

"Shallot flower is OK."

Feng Ting did not see feng's worry and slowed down his tone.

Fenglao was relieved. If something happened to xiaoconghua, it would not be good enough.

"This blood is made of congee."

"Girl Chang?"

Old Feng just didn't have time to relax. He mentioned it again. He didn't think that there was nothing wrong with xiaoconghua. There was something wrong with Chang girl.

What's going on?

"You say it."

Feng Tingmo pointed to the person behind him and motioned him to come and explain. He pulled his collar again. It was obviously that this dress made him feel very uncomfortable.

I didn't notice this when I was holding congee. I didn't know whether it was because I didn't have time or something else. There's nothing wrong with this meeting, but Feng Tingmo's cleanliness habit comes back, which makes him very upset.

Old Feng wanted to say something else, but seeing Feng Tingmo's expression and action, he skillfully closed his mouth. Amo's cleanliness is really beyond people's control.

Obviously, it has happened more than once, and fenglao is used to it.

He simply turned around and motioned the people behind him to follow him. It seemed that there was something he didn't know about. He wanted to see who had the courage to fight against Fengjia!

According to the seniority of Feng Lao, it can be seen that this matter, I'm afraid, is directed at Xiao Conghua. Chang wench is just affected.

The man behind him is the one who followed Feng Tingmo to deal with this matter at the beginning. He honestly followed Feng to explain the cause and effect of this matter.

Naturally, he won't tell the young master's expectation. After all, although he can't be separated from ten, he'd better say less about the people involved who have a great relationship with fenglao.

So I talked about today's experience, the injury of porridge, and did not involve other issues.

Although Feng Tingmo did not mention it, he knew what to say and what not to say.

And Feng Tingmo, as early as they turned around, went upstairs, apparently to change clothes.

Feng Lao looked at Feng Tingmo's back, rather helpless, but soon his mind was turned back to what the man was repeating.

"You mean, those people are ambushing there as if they knew you were going there in the first place?"

After listening to the man's story, there was no sound in the living room for a moment, until Feng opened his mouth again.

"Yes."

"Amo, did you say anything?"

"I don't know."

"He... Forget it, you go down."

Old Feng wanted to say something more, but he didn't know what he had considered. He closed his mouth again, waved his hand, and signaled the man to step back.

When the man left, Feng closed his eyes and opened them again, with obvious fatigue in his eyes.

How can he not know that amo must know something? After all, with amo's ability, how can he not know what's wrong?

He asked that sentence just to verify one thing. Not everyone can know his whereabouts in advance

So Feng knew that even if he asked more questions, there would be no reply. It was the man brought by amo. Even he could not command him to do anything.

Some things, as long as there is a little clue, can sprout, string out a string.

"You say, am I too indulgent to her?"

Feng Lao closed his eyes and leaned on the sofa. He said in a deep voice. He was tired of listening.

"Master..."

The housekeeper stood behind him and wanted to say something comforting, but he couldn't say it in the end. After all, it was the business of the masters.

Well, I really went too far this time. I even started at the young lady.

"Amo, you must know something to hide from me."

It seems that Feng didn't want to get any reply, just like saying it casually, but anyone can hear the depth of his tone.

"Well, let Mo do it. I'm old and can't manage so many things."

Old Feng stood up, turned and walked towards the room. His back was desolate.

The housekeeper was surprised when he heard this. He had been with the master for so many years, and he knew more about some things than Feng Tingmo.

He knows that the master has been trying hard to keep the balance and maintain the stability of the house. Sometimes, he will give more attention to that one. After all, that one has some skills.

But this time, the master's trace is obviously that he is not involved in this matter. Obviously, he is really angry. After all, this time, it even affects the little girl

Although not checked, but already know almost, it is precisely because of this, I am afraid it is just chilling.

"Go and tell amo that you can deal with it as you like."

Old Feng waved his hand, indicating that the housekeeper didn't need to follow him.

But the housekeeper stepped forward and held Feng Lao's arm. When he got up, he found that he didn't seem to have any reaction, but Feng Lao's hands were shaking, obviously angry.

"Well, I'll help you back first, and then report to the young master."