C3 Shortcut

Mo Jiahua's castle was very big. Ling Feitong's room wasn't in the main castle, but in the lower steeple building at the back.

The two castles were connected, and on the long staircase, there was a fully armed guard holding a spear every 10 meters. Even though they saw Ling Feitong in revealing clothes passing by, they still looked straight ahead, showing their high standards.

When Ling Feitong walked to the gate of the 5th floor of the annex building, he was stopped by a young man sitting in the living room.

The youth was leaning against a single sofa. He was dressed in luxurious clothing, and his hands were crossed in front of him. His pair of light blue eyes were filled with inquiry and easily discernible contempt.

Behind the youth were two soldiers.

"You're really overestimating yourself." Gu Wenxuan stood up, his high boots stepping on the shiny marble floor. He looked at Ling Feitong's almost transparent body under his white pajamas and disdainfully said, "I'm warning you one last time, if you dare let me see you pestering His Royal Highness Mo Jiahua again, I'll strip you of your clothes and throw you into the street for exhibition."

Before Ling Feitong could vent his anger after being beaten to death by those ingrate, he received another ten thousand points of critical hits on Mo Jiahua's side. Now, he was in a bad mood and wanted to take revenge on society.

Besides, he had already disliked Gu Wenxuan previously. At this critical juncture, Gu Wenxuan was not afraid of death as he charged at Ling Feitong. Ling Feitong was not going to let go of this opportunity to vent his anger.

"Even if it wasn't me, it wouldn't be you." Ling Feitong had a provocative smile on his face as he looked at Gu Wenxuan's unsightly expression. He said coldly, "What's the use of Young Master Gu attacking from the people around His Highness? That's the shortcut."

Gu Wenxuan seemed to have received a severe insult. His face suddenly flushed red and said: "Don't think that I am as willing to lower yourself to you! For the sake of benefits, I can sell my body! "

"I have generously shared the method. Whether you do it or not will depend on yourself." As for what I'll do, I won't trouble Young Master Gu to worry about that. " After Ling Feitong said this, he lifted his leg and walked past Gu Wenxuan.

Ling Feitong heard Mo Jiahua's loyal suitor spouting some harsh words behind him. With a cold smile on his face, he quickened his pace and walked to the door of the bedroom that the maid mentioned.

He scanned the area with his finger and the door opened.

He couldn't wait to rush into the washroom. He was so fast that he knocked a chair in front of him. Facing that unfamiliar face in the mirror, Ling Feitong stared for a long time without blinking before he finally couldn't help but curse.

"Damn, I really did see that."

Other than his long black hair and black eyeballs, the reflection in the mirror gave the impression that the malnourished youth was like a weak chicken. He bore no resemblance to the original him.

Ling Feitong began to miss his handsome face. On the other hand, this face, which was originally rather gorgeous in appearance, actually had lines drawn on it. This was hard for a man like Ling Feitong to accept.

However, most normal men would probably like this kind of appearance, right?

Including Mo Jiahua, who was a hypocrite with a cold appearance.

Ling Feitong cursed in his heart as he turned on the tap to wash his face. After finding out that the makeup materials were waterproof, he could only sigh and accept his fate. He then found the face wash milk from the bottles and jars.

It wasn't until Ling Feitong's eyes were kneaded into the shape of a rabbit's eyes that he finally washed them clean.

When he looked in the mirror again, Ling Feitong only wanted to kneel before the original owner of this body.

"Eh, so be it, woman. It's better than being ugly." Ling Feitong could only console himself.

He walked around the bedroom that had an area of no less than 100 square meters. Ling Feitong felt that being Mo Jiahua's little lover was pretty good, eating and dressing up, everything was a luxury. He also saw three strings of sports car keys, a brand, and the construction cost of each car was above 10 million gold coins.

Ling Feitong's teeth ached a little. Thinking back, he had a good relationship with Mo Jiahua, but other than the two little brats, he didn't leave anything behind. He had to spend money just to get the two little brats to grow up.