I heard you don't know Mary Sue? [Transmigration Book]

Murong Qiuying immediately noticed the change in Feng Mo, the other party's complexion was fair, and the blush was not too obvious.She poked her chin playfully and smirked until Feng Mo turned into a tomato, then cleared her throat and pretended nothing happened.This kind of thing can't be exposed, she doesn't want to anger Feng Wulin, if she gets troubled, even her brother can't protect her.

But Nie Zheng didn't have Murong Qiuying's worries. He didn't care about the position of the second young master of the Nie family. Seeing Feng Mo's porcelain-white face turned bright red, with a pink color that was tempting to think about, and his jet-black eyes looked transparent and bright, An unknown fire burst out.

"Doing an after-school tutoring can make you blush like this? Feng Mo, you are not a brother lover, are you?!" He was a little irritable, and his mouth was a little unscrupulous. A pair of dark green eyes stared at the other party coldly, like wind It seems that he will not give up until he gives a reasonable answer.

Murong Qiuying immediately turned cold, and said sharply: "Nie Zheng! What nonsense are you talking about! Isn't Feng Mo thin-skinned? Besides, Feng Wulin is his brother in name, so what's wrong with him relying on his brother? Wow, it's just inexplicable."

"What did you say?!" Nie Zheng opened his eyes slightly, with an expression of disbelief on his face, and then he took a step forward to approach Murong Qiuying with a cold expression, and said word by word: "Be clear, what is a brother in name? They are not real brothers ?!"

"Oh, Feng Mo and Brother Lin are not related by blood, who told you that they are blood brothers?" Murong Qiuying snorted, "You don't always take it for granted, you are really stupid~"

Nie Zheng's face became even uglier in an instant, and he suddenly had an extremely bad guess, and this guess happened to be the last thing he wanted to happen.The other personality in his body was so angry that he was about to move around. He took a deep breath, looked at Feng Mo with burning eyes, and asked, "You tell me, what is the relationship between you and Feng Wulin...? You are just brothers, aren't you?!"

Hearing this, Feng Mo frowned slightly, the flush on his face had faded, he pursed his lips, raised his head to meet Nie Zheng's fierce gaze, and blinked his black eyes, as if he didn't know how to answer, he hesitated for a while before slowly Said: "Feng Wulin is still waiting for me, I'm going home. Goodbye."

He has been staying here for a while, Feng Wulin should wait impatiently.Today is actually the last day of their college entrance examination, but Feng Mo doesn't care much about the exam, Murong Qiuying is very confident, and Nie Zheng doesn't care if he can go to college or not, so the three of them still look okay after the exam. Absolutely none of the nervousness and restlessness of other people.

Originally, he planned to talk to Murong Qiuying about going to the holiday island during the summer vacation, but seeing Nie Zheng like this, it should be inconvenient to continue the conversation.

He turned his head to look at Murong Qiuying, and said softly: "Murong, I will... call you again at night."

"Okay," Murong Qiuying glared at Nie Zheng triumphantly, and then looked at Feng Mo with a smile on purpose, "I'll wait for your call, this time I can't half-hang up~"

"En." Feng Mo nodded with a dull face, he was still not quite used to the smiling Murong Qiuying.He waved his hand clumsily, "Then I'm leaving." He turned and left with his schoolbag on his back.

"Hey! Don't go!" Nie Zheng became even more angry because of the other party's ignorance. He reached out to pull Feng Mo, but was blocked by a hand stretched out from the side, and a calm voice sounded behind him: "Nie Er Young Master Mo is busy going home with the CEO, if you have anything to do, you can find him another day."

"Who are you?!" Nie Zheng turned his head impatiently, and then saw Yang Jin's smiling face, and instantly felt even more upset.He didn't forget that this man answered every call to Fengmo during the winter vacation last year, but no matter how much he asked, the other party just wouldn't let him talk to Fengmo, he was restrained enough not to beat him up.

When Yang Jin saw Nie Zheng's expression, he knew what he was upset about, so she just smiled, "My name is Yang Jin, and I answered your call during the winter vacation. It was really inconvenient for us to answer the phone at the end of last year, Mr. Mo, because He was sick at that time, I didn't lie to you. It's getting late, Second Young Master Nie should go back early after the exam."

After Yang Jin finished speaking, she turned her head to look in the direction of Murong Qiuying. Just as she was about to say hello, the girl waved her hand at him and said indifferently, "Okay, you don't have to greet me so politely every time, you are not tired of my princess." I'm tired." After speaking, he took the bodyguards and left.Yang Jin shook her head helplessly. Seeing that Nie Zheng remained silent with a sullen face, she turned and left without saying anything.

It wasn't until the man's back disappeared around the corner that Nie Zheng moved, pressed his forehead, and cursed angrily: "Can you not lose the chain at critical moments every time?! I said I'm going to chase Feng Mo, you're fine What kind of surprise attack?!"

The other personality in his body smiled viciously when he heard the words, "Could it be that if I don't do this, you will agree to let me out? If you are willing to give up control of your body, I promise to catch Feng Mo!"

"Just because you want to contact Fengmo?" Nie Zheng disdainfully said, "You are just my shadow, what qualifications do you have to come out? Don't forget that I am the subject."

"It's true that you are the subject, but which protagonist is as cowardly as you?!" The voice was also disdainful, "I said Nie Zheng, it is impossible for you to get that boy without relying on me. I told you earlier Listen to my words and cooperate with them, but in the end you insist on being stubborn, haha! You are actually scared to death now, right? You are afraid that that boy really has some shady relationship with President Feng... Am I right?"

"Shut up!" Nie Zheng slammed his fist on the wall, panting heavily, "I warn you, don't play tricks on me! Even if I'm afraid of Feng Wulin, so what? I, Nie Zheng, will never By woman! Stop talking to me about that madman!"

"Hahahahaha... You don't want a good helper, Nie Zheng, are you stupid? You deserve it for not being able to catch up with Fengmo in your life! I'm waiting for you to come and beg me! Those who make enemies of the rules will not end well." The voice said It was completely quiet when it was over.

Nie Zheng withdrew his hand that hit the wall, looked up at the dense crowd outside the school, picked up his schoolbag and left in silence.

As soon as Feng Mo arrived at the school gate, he saw Feng Wulin standing beside the car.The man has a calm and handsome face, tall and straight, standing in the crowd is the focus of everyone's attention, plus his height has inexplicably increased in the past two months, his body muscles have become tighter, even though the windbreaker looks thinner, he still looks strong .

He stood there without saying a word, his dark blue eyes were calm and deep, and the people next to him basically recognized his face, but they were too timid to strike up a conversation casually because of his aura.

As soon as Feng Mo appeared, Feng Wulin looked in his direction accurately, saw that he was still wearing a hat, and the lowered brim of the hat covered half of his face, so he raised the corners of his mouth in satisfaction.

Not quite understanding what the other party was laughing at, Feng Mo walked slowly to Feng Wulin's side, bypassing the man's overstretched hand, put the schoolbag into the car, and then jumped up and crashed into his arms while he was not paying attention, with both hands Hooked his neck and hung the whole body on him.

Feng Wulin quickly reached out to catch Feng Mo, put his arms around his waist and hugged him well, lowered his head and kissed Feng Mo's forehead, and asked in a low voice: "Why are you so naughty today?"

Feng Mo intended to bump him back a few steps to scare him, but Feng Wulin was too strong to be affected at all, his body was completely motionless, and he couldn't react immediately, and said in a daze, "Why are you not moving?"

Feng Wulin understood as soon as he heard this, and patted him on the back amusedly, "Idiot, with your strength, even ten Amos can't defeat me."

"Oh." Feng Mo blinked regretfully, rubbed his forehead against Feng Wulin's collarbone, leaned against his arms, and hugged his waist with both hands. "Then I won't play anymore."

Feng Wulin was noncommittal, hugged him with one hand, opened the car door with the other hand, pulled Feng Mo's hand, bent down to pick him up and put him in the passenger seat, and closed the door.Ignoring the faintly probing gazes from the people nearby, he went straight to the other side, got into the car, and drove away.

After Feng Mo got into the car, he hugged the panda doll in the back seat, took the juice that Feng Wulin handed him, and looked at him with his dark eyes while drinking it.

Feng Wulin freed one hand to help him take off the hat, his long black hair fell down in an instant, hanging down to the seat, he gently rubbed his head, and asked: "What's wrong?"

"No." Feng Mo's hair was rubbed a little messy, he stretched out his hand to gather the hair hanging in front of him behind his ears, looked down at the long hair reaching his waist, and paused for a while before saying: "Feng Wulin, I want to put Hair cut."

"Why? Amo is very suitable for long hair." Feng Wulin asked in a low voice, raising his hand to stroke the soft and smooth black hair under his palm.

"It's too long, and I'm a boy." Feng Mo said slowly.

It was a complete accident that he had such long hair.He woke up on Easter two months ago, and then he kept taking in energy. As a result, he ate too much energy and couldn't digest it, which made his hair grow wildly. Although Feng Wulin and Yang Jin always comforted him, he was very suitable. Long hair, but this can't hide the fact that this hair is too feminine.

The first time Murong Qiuying saw his back with disheveled hair, she almost took him for a girl. If it wasn't for being able to wear a hat to go to school, it was absolutely impossible for him to appear in front of outsiders with such long hair.

Hearing what he said, Feng Wulin knew what Feng Mo was worried about. Originally, A Mo was outstanding in appearance, with deep and delicate facial features, more like a half-breed. Before, the company employees talked behind his back that he looked like a beautiful porcelain doll. With long hair, no one would think he is a boy just by looking at his back.No wonder Feng Mo didn't like it.

"Then I'll call Yan Qingqing and ask him the specific time, if we can, can we cut it?" Feng Wulin comforted Feng Mo's face.

"Yeah." Feng Mo nodded, rubbed his face against the other's hand, and finally felt a little happier.

That night Murong Qiuying was in a good mood and followed Yan Yu to the Feng residence.They had just finished the college entrance examination, and they could finally relax after being tired for several months. They made an appointment to have a meal together, but Feng Wulin didn't like Fengmo to eat outside food, so the place for dinner became Feng's house.

Originally they agreed on a time of eight o'clock in the evening, but she really wanted to see Feng Mo with her hair all over again, last time she wanted to take a picture but was stopped by Feng Wulin, this time she had to successfully take a picture.If he wanted to avoid being discovered by Feng Wulin and taking pictures of Feng Mo secretly, he could only come here in advance.

"I think Little Rainbow doesn't want us to take pictures. He always wears hats in school." Yan Yu was a little embarrassed, "Although Feng Xiaomo's long hair is really pretty, but in case he thinks we treat him like a girl, no What if you're happy?"

"Tsk! No, Feng Mo is very suitable for long hair. Didn't you see Brother Rin and you also like it? He didn't say it just because he was afraid that Feng Mo would think too much. If you want me to see, he is actually very beautiful in his heart." It's just an idiot's face, and he is consoling Feng Mo with a fake face." Murong Qiuying snorted.

"Hey, what you said is true?!" Yan Yu was surprised, "I thought Feng Xiaolin didn't like long hair like Feng Xiaomo, so I comforted Xiao Caihong, but I didn't expect him to lie to Fengmo! No, I want to tell Little Rainbow!"

"Hey, what are you doing?" Murong Qiuying pulled Yan Yu back, "Are you stupid? How can they cheat or not cheat when they are in love? If you want me to say, Feng Wulin deliberately pretended not to like Fengmo, Think about it, if he says he likes it, Fengmo will hold back even if he is unhappy considering his preference. Is this the reason?"

"That's right." Yan Yu grabbed the red hair, "Then let's hurry up and take a photo before Feng Xiaolin didn't notice us! Otherwise, we won't have a chance after Xiaohong cuts off his hair in a few days! "

The two of them did what they said, and while the maid in the living room was pouring tea, they gently touched the storage room on the third floor. Yan Yu had come to play in this room a long time ago, so he knew that the balcony in the room could see Most of the places in Feng Murin's room opposite.

Sure enough, as soon as they got on the balcony, Murong Qiuying spotted Feng Mo who was sitting in front of the piano in the opposite room with sharp eyes.

The young man seemed to have just taken a shower, with half-wet waist-length black hair, a thin red side face, and perfect facial lines. He was wearing a loose black shirt with the sleeves rolled up, revealing a piece of porcelain white and clean With his forearm and no shoes on his feet, he was playing the piano with his side facing the window.The brisk sound of the piano leaked out, and he was obviously playing it with great concentration, and he didn't even notice the two people who were staring at him not far away.

Seeing him like this, Murong Qiuying couldn't help smiling, and murmured softly: "No wonder Nie Zheng wants to say that Feng Mo is an angel, even if he isn't an angel, this kind of cleanliness... even I want to hide him. I understand why Feng Wulin insisted on making him wear black clothes to coax him to grow long hair..."

Yan Yu was completely stunned, "Is this really Little Rainbow? Why do I feel that he is different from usual? It's so strange..."

"What's so strange?" Murong Qiuying replied in a low voice, "Feng Mo should be like this at home, but he can't see it when he goes to school. Don't be dazed and take pictures!"

"Oh yes! I almost forgot the business." Yan Yu hurriedly took out the camera and pointed it at Feng Mo, adjusted the angle of view and prepared to shoot.

However, he had just taken three photos and felt unsatisfied when he planned to continue. The room opposite was suddenly dark and the curtains were drawn.

"No, run!" Murong Qiuying snatched the camera from Yan Yu's hand and threw it downstairs, then dragged him and ran out as if fleeing for his life, but just as he opened the door, he met Yang Jin's smiling face.

The other party blocked the door with a kind face.

"What are you two doing?"

"Let's find toys!" Yan Yu said loudly.

"We're lost!" Murong Qiuying said louder.

"Are you looking for a toy or getting lost?" Yang Jin deliberately looked surprised.

Murong Qiuying & Yan Yu: ...Is it too late to change your mind now?

On one side, the two were caught and complained, but on the other side, Feng Mo was startled by the suddenly darkening room, and the sound of the piano stopped abruptly.

He turned around blankly, and asked tentatively, "Feng Wulin?"

No response.

Fumbling to stand up, Feng Mo walked slowly towards the door with the faint light coming in from the window, but stopped as if passing by the floor-to-ceiling windows, he blinked his black eyes, his heart beat suddenly a little faster for some reason, and couldn't help it Slowly turning his head to look out the window, he met a bloody face.

That face looked very familiar, staring straight at him, and then grinning at him, a smile without a smile filled with creepy malice and hatred, like a basin of cold water pouring from his head Pour down.

Feng Mo was so stiff that he couldn't move, staring blankly at that face, he felt cold all over his body, and even had the illusion that his heart stopped beating for a moment.

He opened his mouth but found that there was no sound in his throat at all. He subconsciously moved his stiff legs and staggered back, but he only took two steps before bumping into a warm and generous chest, and then he covered it with a familiar big palm. His eyes were closed, and his waist was also fastened. Feng Mo was about to struggle, when Feng Wulin's deep voice rang close to his ears: "It's me, Ah Mo, don't be afraid."

The body was hugged tightly, Feng Wulin led him and turned his back to the window, coaxing him softly, "Amo, good boy, relax now, don't be afraid, you didn't see anything, good boy."

Feng Mo shook hands, took a deep breath and tried to relax, his legs were a little weak, he turned around and hugged Feng Wulin's waist and buried his face in the other's neck, his body was still trembling.

The lights in the room suddenly turned on again without warning, Feng Wulin stared at the bloody face outside the window and curled his lips maliciously, then calmly looked at the owner of that face and screamed silently as if he had been strangled , instantly shattered into powder.

Gently patted Feng Mo's back, Feng Wulin dragged him by the buttocks, picked him up and walked towards the bed, softly coaxing him, "It's okay, Ah Mo, don't be afraid."

Putting the man on the bed, Feng Wulin stretched out his hand to pull Feng Mo's hand around his neck and let him lie down, but found that the other party refused to let go at all, so he had to hug him and lay down under the quilt together, letting Feng Mo nestle under him In his arms, he slowly comforted along his back.Ask him in a low voice, "Are you scared?"

"Yeah." Feng Mo nodded, and asked in a low voice: "That is... what?"

"...It's nothing." Feng Wulin paused, brushed the young man's forehead and kissed his forehead, "Amo, don't be afraid of that thing, she dare not touch you. Remember?"

"Well, I remember." Feng Mo rubbed against Feng Wulin's arms, his body slowly warmed up before whispering: "Feng Wulin, I seem to...know that person?"

"Huh? Ah Mo remembers her?"

"Yes. In that alley, she broke my bracelet." Feng Mo added: "The two... look alike."

"I see." Feng Wulin patted him on the back, and changed the subject, "Amo, do you want to sleep for a while? Or go downstairs to play with Yan Yu?"

"Has Xiaoyu come?" Feng Mo opened his eyes wide, "But, he didn't go upstairs." Usually, when Yan Yu came to Fengzhai, he sang and ran upstairs. Everyone knew he was coming.

"He just went to play with Murong Qiuying in the storage room. He may have taken some 'fun' photos. Ah Mo remembers to ask him for a few as souvenirs." Make a small one.

Let you secretly take pictures of Amo, haha.

"Oh," Feng Mo nodded, lifted the quilt and got up from Feng Wulin's arms, "Then let's go and play with him. Where is Xiao Yu?"

"Yang Jin just said that one of the maids asked for leave and needed someone to mop the floor. Yan Yu is so helpful, so he must have gone to help." Feng Wulin put on a pair of cotton slippers for Feng Mo, and led him downstairs, He lightly stated the difficulties Yan Yu was facing.

So Feng Mo went to the living room and saw Yan Yu mopping the floor with a mop, while Murong Qiuying frowned and followed him to help push the bucket, with a disgusted expression on his face.

"Xiao Yu, why...don't you use a vacuum cleaner?" Feng Mo was curious.

Yan Yu laughed awkwardly when he heard the words, "Well...we think it's more fun to use a mop, right Qiuying?"

"That's right." Murong Qiuying agreed with indifference.

"Mr. Mo doesn't need to be surprised. The two of them often come to Fengzhai to help with work. After all, playing all day is quite boring. Proper labor is actually more conducive to physical and mental health." Yang Jin explained while standing aside with a smile.

Feng Mo was a little stunned, looked at the two of them for a while and was still a little suspicious, turned around and asked Feng Wulin, "Why do I feel... a bit strange? But, I don't know what's wrong?"

"That's your illusion." Feng Wulin pinched Feng Mo's face, not intending to tell him the truth.Feng Mo has never been willing to take pictures since he grew his hair long. If he knew that the two of them, Yan Yu, were here to secretly take pictures of him, and that the pictures might not be used anywhere, it would probably be unacceptable.

After finally mopping the floor, Yan Yu finally dragged Murong Qiuying to sit at the dining table, and complained: "Feng Xiaolin, the first floor of your house is too big, and it takes a long time every time."

"That's because your movements are too slow." Feng Wulin replied lightly, and helped Feng Mo pull away the chair.

Feng Mo's eyes lit up as soon as he saw the shrimp on the table, and he sat down straight down following Feng Wulin's movements, but he didn't pay attention to brushing away his long hair. He raised his hips and stretched out his hand to pluck his hair, and threw it behind him sullenly, but because of too much hair, he couldn't get it all out. After sitting down, he sat down to the end of his hair, so he had to stand up again with a frown, waiting for Feng Wulin to help him brush his hair. They sat down together.

Murong Qiuying and Yan Yu saw him struggling with his hair like a puppy that couldn't bite its tail, and suddenly burst out laughing. Feng Mo looked over for no reason, and the two laughed even more happily, even Yang Jin had a look on his face. The expression of holding back a smile.

After all, Murong Qiuying still knew to be reserved and restrained to cover her lips, Yan Yu laughed without hesitation, Feng Mo was dazed for a while before realizing that they were laughing at him for sitting on his hair, so he lowered his head and held it up with a wooden face. Bowl of soup.

He decided to cut off his hair tomorrow.