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1822nd why call you the young master

It's on this day.

Bey became the only member recruited by the Emperor Alliance before it was disbanded.

At that time, many people did not know that the Emperor Alliance would dissolve.

What should be ridiculed is still ridiculing, and all kinds of black materials are added to it without any sequel.

Some fans were disappointed, some stayed, and some supported.

To say the cruelest thing.

No one will always like only one team.

This is the norm.

But people don't understand either.

What you used to like is enough to make people who live in being loved grateful.

So when Lin Feng appeared again, he had already changed his dress.

Just as Yun Hu said, this person was unexpectedly suitable for wearing a suit, probably because his skin was too white, and even when he pushed the door in, his wrist with a strap looked very textured.

"Young Master, the guests are already here." It was the butler grandfather. He was still wearing a British tuxedo and had a bouquet of roses on his chest. He was very gentlemanly: "I'll go and prepare for the meal now."

"Okay." When Bo Jiu responded to this word, he was still teaching Xiao Mobei to choose a small game trumpet. The original words were like this: "A girl is so cute, don't give her a rigid name. Just call her a good disciple, cute and salty."

Lin Feng loosened his fingers and said, "I said, "Little Spade, where did Grandpa Butler come from? Why do you always call me Young Master?"

Rao Rong, who was preparing the ingredients, heard this, his eyes looked here, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He also wanted to know how z would answer this question.

Bo Jiu quilted and smiled: "I originally didn't plan to tell everyone about this, but seeing that you are so curious, I'll tell the truth."

Lin Feng sat down and focused.

Bo Jiu lowered his voice: 'Actually, this is true. My biological father is not Fu Zhongyi. Look at him, his appearance is much worse, right?'

Lin Feng's eyes widened: "Auntie, she..."

"No." Bo Jiu interrupted his hypothesis: "It's a raising man. He's mother has been raising me for my parents. I was originally a nobleman. One year, because of the war between the nobles, my parents were worried that I would be in danger. After all, you know even if you often read novels."

Lin Feng nodded and echoed: "I understand, I understand."

Bo Jiu nodded and continued, "At that time, the situation was unstable, so Grandpa Butler sent me here. Because the time was too young, I don't know who I was. I have never contacted there for so many years. In addition, the battle situation was chaotic at that time, and I couldn't protect me. Grandpa Butler didn't come to find me. Now that the other side is stable, Grandpa Butler also came. He called me the young master because I have made the decision there now, and after all, he inherited the property."

Lin Feng thought about the most common routine in the novel, and his eyes were a little big: "Don't tell me, there is a forest castle in your property?"

"Isn't this a necessity?" Grandpa, the housekeeper, showed up in time, turned his head and smiled.

Lin Feng:...

Rao Rong:...

coco:...A forest castle is a necessity? He, a rich young master, seems not rich enough.

"How do you inherit this kind of property? I'll try it the next day," Coco was full of envy. He wanted to live in Forest Castle!
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