The little sweetie of the black-bellied king

Chapter 487 Something is wrong
Feng Ling paused for a moment, and suddenly answered irrelevant questions, "Cheng Xing said that he would cook for you today, and his cooking is more delicious, but he has been cooking for the past few days, so I will do it today, so don't dislike it then Brother Feng's cooking."

An Ran didn't get entangled in the question just now, and said very face-savingly: "Brother Feng's cooking is delicious! It's better than brother!"

Feng Ling was amused by An Ran's sweet mouth. He tilted his head and looked at An Ran who was half squatting there, staring at An Ran in the oven very seriously. He moved his mouth, "Actually, there were certain reasons for entering this circle back then."

"Hmm." An Ran didn't ask too much.

"Isn't my mother not in good spirits? During that time, she was in a particularly bad spirit. I went to class every day and then went home to take care of her. She still lost her temper, and I could only bear to coax her. I was very tired." Feng Ling's voice was very soft, as if he was talking to himself.

An Ran stood up straight and looked at him.

"I'm so tired, I can't do anything, I don't know how to vent, and I don't know what to do? Sometimes I just want to send her to the hospital, so I don't care about anything." Feng Ling turned her head and rushed An Ran smiled, "But this idea is just a thought, she only has me, and I only have her, so when a friend found me, I didn't want to do anything. I just tried it and found that dubbing is quite soothing. My emotions, so I started to do this, every time I was tired, every time I was powerless, I would go to a drama, which was quite useful.”

An Ran looked at him, some words seemed to be stuck in her throat and she didn't know how to say, "Then... does brother know? Do you know these things?"

"Him?" Feng Ling talked about An Chengxing, and unconsciously brought the tenderness that only belonged to An Chengxing into his eyes, "I knew it when I was in college, he is the kind of person who has to ask questions clearly , If you don’t tell him, he’ll keep pestering you and asking, you’re annoying, he’s kind of aggrieved, and I’ll tell him later, but he doesn’t know what kind of drama I usually act in.”

An Ran seemed to be able to think of An Chengxing's obsessive appearance, and if it was true that Brother Feng was not his opponent, she followed suit with a smile. , she looked at Feng Ling's gentle side face, her smile froze suddenly...

No, something doesn't seem right.

She remembered that she read Feng Ling's Weibo. Although it's been a long time since he published a work last time, it was two months ago that he acted in a short play... During that time... An Ran thought about it seriously, and Brother Feng didn't seem to have either. What's the matter.

An Ran stared at Feng Ling, pretending to ask casually, "Then Brother Feng's matchmaking was done when he was in a bad mood?"

"Almost all, usually I don't have time to play." Feng Ling heard An Ran keep asking, thinking she was also interested, "Do you want to try?"

An Ran shook her head, "No... I'm just curious."

She still wanted to ask, but with Feng Ling beside her, the question in her heart couldn't be asked.

Feng Ling saw her standing here, "Go and play, I really don't have anything to do for you, and you don't need to watch the oven."

"Oh, then remember to call me if you have anything to do." An Ran exited the kitchen, took out her phone and checked Feng Ling's Weibo.

The last Weibo on Feng Ling's Weibo was posted about two months ago, and two days later, at that time... Brother Feng was in a bad mood?Or tired?

(End of this chapter)