The next morning, Feng Yu just went downstairs and saw an uninvited guest in the living room. He raised his thick eyebrows and looked indifferently, and asked coldly: "What are you here to do?"

Ling Yichen raised his jaw slightly, his ink-colored pupils looked at him coldly, and said in a deep voice: "I'll take Lan Xin back."

Feng Yu went downstairs, sneered coldly, narrowed his eyes slightly and said sarcastically: "Do you think you have the ability to take her away from me?"

"Just try it." Ling Yichen looked calm, and the smell of gunpowder was filled with smoke between the two of them.

"A Chen, you are here!"

An Lan's surprise words came, and Ling Yichen looked away at her. Her face was filled with joy and she ran towards him quickly, but when she passed by, Feng Yu grabbed her hand.

"Let go." Ling Yichen and An Lan said in unison. An Lan frowned and stared at Feng Yu. Ling Yichen was also full of anger and took two steps forward.

Feng Yu refused to let her go, but took her to him, put her on her waist with one hand, lowered his head slightly and said a little ambiguously: "How come you got up so early? Was you tired last night?"

As soon as these words were said, An Lan frowned even deeper, while Ling Yichen saw the red marks between her neck and her hand wrapped in gauze.

His face sank, frowned and looked at Feng Yu with bad eyes, and said angrily: "You hurt her!"

"Achen, don't..." An Lan glared at Feng Yu, turned to Ling Yichen to explain, but Feng Yu obviously didn't give her this opportunity.

He smiled evilly and curled his lips, held An Lan's hand and kissed her lightly, and said with a little bit of self-blame: "It's all my fault. I was too fierce last night and actually hurt her..."

Before he finished speaking, Ling Yichen had already snorted coldly and pushed Feng Yu behind him after letting go of An Lan. His fist, which was clenched in anger, swung Feng Yu's face without hesitation.

With a dull bang, Feng Yu staggered back two steps, spitting blood but laughing provocatively, saying, "Why, I'm jealous when I heard An Lan had sex with me?"

Ling Yichen grabbed his collar with a cold face and punched him again, but Feng Yu grabbed the third punch. He said with a gloomy look: "Those two punches are considered to make you vent your anger, I won't be polite this time!"

Accompanied by the words, the iron fist also greeted Ling Yichen in his abdomen. Ling Yichen groaned in pain, gritted his teeth and said coldly: "I said that no one hurts Lan Xin, I will not let him go!"

"She is mine in the future, and I will protect her myself!" Feng Yu growled without being outdone.

The two fists and feet were added together, and they fought fiercely in the living room. An Lan stood by and watched anxiously, trying to stop him but couldn't get in.

Seeing that Ling Yichen was accidentally pressed to the ground by Feng Yu, she took the small vase next to her in a hurry and smashed it on Feng Yu's back.

It was stinging, and a crisp sound rang in his ears. Feng Yu let go of Ling Yichen in pain. The latter took the opportunity to push him away and stood up. He wanted to beat him up but was pulled by An Lan.

Feng Yu seemed unable to accept An Lan's beating him. He stood up with a shaking heart, his back hurt, but it was not as good as his heartache.

He looked at her with incredible eyes and hurt, murmured and said softly: "You smashed me with a vase for him?"

An Lan grabbed Ling Yichen's hand tightly, looked at Feng Yu's eyes, and gritted his teeth and said, "Yes, I don't allow anyone to hurt A Chen!"

"You don't want him to be injured, but you can attack me severely? Lan'er, did you treat me like this?" Feng Yu was injured in his heart, his hands trembling slightly, which hurts more than being stabbed by her with a knife!

An Lan didn't say anything, but her expression said everything. For Ling Yichen, she could even draw her sword to face her!

Feng Yu felt that his heart was so painful that he could hardly breathe. He had red eyes and glared at Ling Yichen angrily, saying, "He knew we had a relationship just now, and he was so angry that he wanted to kill me! Do you think he would accept that his beloved woman is unclean? An Lan, don't be stupid. Everything he did just now has proved that he doesn't love you at all, and he can't tolerate all the stains of you."

"I......"

"Feng Yu, do you think that the ambiguous words and the marks on your neck can make me believe that you have sex?"

Ling Yichen interrupted An Lan and stood up to look at him and said coldly: "You always say you love Lanlan, but you don't understand her at all! If she doesn't want to, even if you hold the knife around your neck, she will not surrender, let alone she doesn't have you in her heart at all!"

“我揍你,不止是因为你作为一个男人,竟然用武力强迫女人,无论是否得逞我都鄙视你!还有,你最不应该的就是伤了蓝蓝,她是我捧在手心里都怕摔了的人,而你口口声声爱她,要保护她,却总是令她受伤,让她难受!”

"You don't love her at all! You don't deserve to talk about love!"
Chapter completed!