Meng Feng left, but left the mobile phone he had always carried in his pocket on the coffee table. It was obvious that he had ulterior motives and was unreasonable.

Situ Qinglang also saw what he meant, so he turned a blind eye even though the thing was placed under his nose.

Tianxin put away the tableware, wiped the water on her hands and went out. Seeing Qinglang still sitting on the sofa and not going upstairs to rest, she said, "I'm fine, let's go to bed too."

"Yes." Situ Qinglang responded and reached out to turn off the TV.

The phone lit up right when he got up, and some WeChat messages were pushed to the lock screen.

It was a coincidence that if Qing Lang didn't stand up now, he might not be able to read the content clearly, but he happened to scan the name of the sender of the message, and his nickname was "Little Prince".

The nickname was familiar to him, and he recognized the profile picture. There was also such a person in the "Family" column of his mobile phone address book.

This person is Qingfeng.

The message was cut off at the waist, and the first half showed "What have you been doing? Why did you just now--"

Situ Qinglang felt as if he had been hit in the head. He did not expect that Qingfeng actually knew Meng Feng, and judging from the tone of their conversation, they seemed to be very familiar with each other.

His mind was filled with excitement and he directly picked up Meng Feng's phone, but the phone vibrated when the WeChat message was delivered, which he ignored.

The phone has a sliding lock screen that can be unlocked with just a swipe of your fingertips. Situ Qinglang's hands trembled slightly, and his appearance was noticed by his sweetheart.

Tianxin was also frightened. She couldn't see the content of the message Qinglang received, but almost intuitively, she felt that Qinglang saw something about Qingfeng.

"Isn't this bad?" She reminded him carefully, "This is Meng Feng's thing."

But Situ Qinglang's mind went blank, thinking of the news he saw a few days ago - Meng Feng and Qingfeng also attended an art exhibition, plus Meng Feng's subtext today.

Could it be that the two of them...

Just when Situ Qinglang couldn't control himself and wanted to find out, Meng Feng suddenly walked out of the room with wet hair. He had a towel tied around his waist. His chest and abdominal muscles were in complete blocks, and he was stronger than Qinglang.

Sweetheart quickly turned his face and twisted his face to the side. He said that this is the exposure of being a soldier!

Why don't you wear clothes at the guest's house? What if the bath towel falls off? It's so shameless!

Situ Qinglang's hand paused, and Meng Feng walked up to him with a joking expression, took out the phone from his hand, raised his eyebrows and said, "Sorry, I forgot to bring my phone in."

Situ Qinglang's head was filled with blood, and he asked in a trembling voice: "What is your relationship with Qingfeng?"

His piercing gaze made Tianxin shudder, but Meng Feng didn't take it seriously at all. He turned the phone in his hand and said casually: "We are friends."

"Bastard! Don't think I don't know what you think!" Situ Qinglang punched instantly!

Meng Feng raised his right hand and took it calmly, looking at him arrogantly: "Is Qingfeng the flower you keep in the greenhouse? Is it possible that you can't even make friends?"

"You...you bastard!" Situ Qinglang quickly retracted his fist, followed by another blow. This time Meng Feng didn't dodge or block, and was hit hard on the chin.

Blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, which startled Sweetheart. Seeing that Qinglang wanted to beat him, she quickly held his hand and said: "Qinglang, please ask clearly about the situation first. He is our guest! How could you
Chapter completed!