Hang Feng turned around and looked at Shen Yujing expressionlessly, with a pair of big words written in his eyes——

"You'd better have something to do."

Shen Yujing looked at him, his eyes full of sincerity, and said: "Actually, there is something I want to ask you for a long time."

Hang Feng: "Go

ahead." Shen Yujing: "My parents said that you have a special family background, so who are you?"

Hang Feng: "..."

He wanted to curse, really.

Since Shen Yujing knew that he had a special identity, would he tell the truth if he was asked so directly?

When Song Yi heard Shen Yujing mention this question, she suddenly became curious.

In the original plot, Hang Feng's life experience seemed to be glossed over, saying only that he was the illegitimate son of a mysterious family. In the finale, it was not really revealed, and it was a mystery.

So Song Yi also agreed: "Yes, who are you?"

Hang Feng: "..."

Are these two people sick?

Hang Feng took a deep breath and didn't want to answer this question. He turned his head back again, leaving only a proud back of his head to them.

Because Hang Feng didn't answer, Song Yi and Shen Yujing started to discuss it themselves.

Shen Yujing said, "My family is in business, and there is no one with the last name Hang among the people we can find. His family can't be in politics, right?"

"Probably not." Song Yi denied Shen Yujing's guess, and said her own reasoning, "Based on my experience of reading novels, I think the more mysterious someone is, the more likely they are to be noble. I suspect that Hang Feng may have the blood of a foreign royal family."

After all, the only keyword about Hang Feng's life experience in the original plot is "mysterious family." What kind of identity is worthy of being called mysterious in such a Mary Sue novel?

After thinking about it, Song Yi still thinks that royal blood is the most likely, because in this case Hang Feng is a real prince.

"I think what you said makes sense." Shen Yujing turned his head to look at Song Yi in surprise, and asked, "So I suddenly feel that Hang Feng's eyes are very deep. If he is a mixed-blood, then everything makes sense."

Hang Feng: "..."

What makes sense?

Song Yi asked again: "Then which country's prince might he be?"

"I don't know, I'll check it out." Shen Yujing took out his mobile phone and opened Baidu, "See which country's people look like him."

Song Yi reminded: "Maybe not too similar, after all, he should only have half royal blood in his body."

Hang Feng, who was sitting in the front row, listened to the entire conversation between the two. He looked calm on the surface, but in fact, his hands were clenched and hung at his sides, and the whole person was shaking uncontrollably.

Who would gossip about someone else's identity so openly? Are they afraid that he can't hear it?

Are these two people fools? What nonsense are they talking about! He is not a mixed-blood! Is there anyone who respects him at all!

He can't stand it, he really can't stand it.

He can't stay in this damn place for even a minute. He wants to leave here and find peace in a place where Shen Yujing and Song Yi are not there.

So at a traffic light, the moment the car stopped, Hang Feng got up without hesitation and walked to an empty seat in front.

There were no extra people around him, which made Jiang Yiheng feel a lot more comfortable.

Maybe to some extent, Jiang Yiheng should also thank Song Yi and Shen Yujing. They were the ones who drove Hang Feng away.

Thinking of this, Jiang Yiheng closed his eyes and leaned back in his chair, ready to take a nap.

And suddenly, a voice sounded behind him -

"Hey? Why did Hang Feng leave?"

Shen Yujing: "I don't know, could it be that we guessed his identity and he is afraid of being exposed because of his guilty conscience?"

Song Yi denied: "It shouldn't be, isn't it said that Hang Feng's identity is very mysterious and special? If we really guessed it right, he should threaten us to shut up instead of leaving on his own."

Shen Yujing agreed, "What you said makes sense, then what else is possible for Hang Feng to leave suddenly?"

Song Yi: "Have you ever thought that the problem may not be with us? I have a bold guess!"

Shen Yujing was very curious and asked, "What?"

Unconsciously, Jiang Yiheng's attention was also attracted by the conversation between the two. He couldn't help but pricked up his ears, and suddenly he also wanted to know why Hang Feng left.

The next second, Song Yi's voice sounded confidently -

"I suspect Jiang Yiheng has smelly feet!"

Shen Yujing: "?"

Jiang Yiheng: "......?"

Murong Huan: "!!!" Murong

Huan was the first to stand up. She looked at Song Yi with a rare anger in her eyes, "Yi Yi! Don't talk nonsense."

Song Yi also looked at Murong Huan and asked her seriously, "Is it not possible? Did Jiang Yiheng take off his shoes in front of you? Are you really sure he doesn't have smelly feet? If it wasn't because of his smelly feet, why would Hang Feng leave?"

Song Yi thought about it carefully. Hang Feng and Jiang Yiheng were somewhat similar to each other. They were both taciturn, but Hang Feng was a little more perverted.

But since this method can force Hang Feng away! Make Hang Feng so repulsive to her! Then it might be equally effective on Jiang Yiheng!

This series of questions confused Murong Huan, or perhaps it brainwashed her directly.

That's right.

Whenever she saw Jiang Yiheng, he was always dressed neatly and properly. She had indeed never seen him wearing slippers or barefoot.

Could it be... not... what if...

Murong Huan looked at Jiang Yiheng with suspicion and sympathy in her beautiful big eyes, and asked cautiously as if she was afraid of hurting Jiang Yiheng's self-esteem: "Really?"

Jiang Yiheng: "..."

Enough, that's enough, he couldn't stand it anymore.

Isn't the answer to why Hang Feng left obvious? Of course it's because he was annoyed with Song Yi and Shen Yujing! Why didn't he figure it out just now.

He was not surprised that Song Yi and Shen Yujing could say such things, but what about Murong Huan? This series of questions made Jiang Yiheng's head ache again.

So Jiang Yiheng closed his eyes and prepared to completely ignore the existence of these people.

It doesn't matter, just wait until you reach the destination, it won't take long, he can hold it in.

But Jiang Yiheng's silence made them misunderstand, or it could be said that Jiang Yiheng's concession made them even more arrogant.

Song Yi's voice was full of sympathy: "You are so young, what disease can you have but your feet smell?"

Shen Yujing took the opportunity to splash dirty water on Jiang Yiheng's head, shoveling away this possible competitor, and said: "Medical technology is so advanced nowadays, if it is a minor illness or disaster, it is easy to cure, but there is no way to treat smelly feet, it will last a lifetime."

Song Yi nodded and agreed with Shen Yujing's words, and looked at Murong Huan with sympathy.

As if to say: It's really unlucky, the man I like actually has smelly feet.

Shen Yujing became even more excited and continued, "Smelly feet are not a disease, but they are really terrible when they stink. Just think about it, if you are in a warm and happy home every day, with nice-smelling roses in the house and fragrant meals on the table, how happy it would be, right! But what? This wonderful life will be broken at night! Because at night, your boyfriend will come back! As soon as he comes back, the smell of his feet will cover up the smell of happiness, and everything good will be ruined!"

As soon as Shen Yujing finished speaking, Jiang Yiheng in the front row stood up and walked directly to the front seat without caring that the car was still moving.

Shen Yujing seemed very excited and continued to ask Song Yi, "So, can you find a boyfriend with smelly feet? Absolutely not! This seriously affects the quality of life! Am I right?"

Song Yi was stunned by Shen Yujing's output, and finally nodded, "Yes, no."

Hearing Song Yi's answer, Shen Yujing seemed very satisfied. Looking

at Jiang Yiheng's back, Song Yi felt very moved in her heart, and tears were about to well up in her eyes.

Woo woo woo, as expected! Jiang Yiheng is also troubled! She is so smart!

Song Yi was excited inside, but on the surface she still had to play dumb and asked Shen Yujing, "Why did he leave too?"

"Isn't that simple?" Shen Yujing raised his head confidently, "Because we discovered the fact that his feet smell, he must be inferior! So he has to stay away!"

Song Yi: "..."

She felt that she was playing dumb, but Shen Yujing might be really stupid.

Murong Huan was still thinking about Shen Yujing's previous question.

Can I find a boyfriend with smelly feet?

This question seems very serious.

If it were an ordinary person, it would definitely not work, but he is Jiang Yiheng.

This little...little shortcoming, she can't back down.

So Murong Huan took out her mobile phone and sent a WeChat message to the housekeeper.

[Please help me find a doctor who can treat smelly feet. I will invite him to the capital no matter how much it costs.]

Beside him, Quan Le leaned against the car window for a long time with his head tilted. He was half asleep and half awake, but suddenly he started to vomit.

Murong Huan asked with a headache: "You are not disgusted anymore? Why did it start again?"

"I don't know..."

Quan Le shook his head painfully, feeling dizzy, and suddenly he remembered the sound he just heard.

Entering keywords -

Jiang Yiheng, smelly feet.

Outputting——

Quan Le put one hand on his chest, lowered his head, and answered weakly: "Maybe it was Jiang Yiheng's smelly feet that made me feel uncomfortable."

Murong Huan raised her hands and placed them on her eyes, leaning back on the seat resigned to her fate.

It's so painful.

Why did she only know Jiang Yiheng's shortcomings after so many years? It turns

out that no matter how perfect a person is, they will have their own flaws.

Isn't it just smelly feet? It doesn't matter! Even if Jiang Yiheng has given up on himself, as long as she doesn't give up on him, there must be a way to cure it!!!

In the car, front row.

Hang Feng frowned and looked at Jiang Yiheng who was sitting next to him, and asked: "Why are you here too?"

Jiang Yiheng lowered his eyes, "What do you think?"

Hang Feng: "..."

After a while, the two of them leaned back on the seats together, closed their eyes and rested.

Oh... never mind...

Feeling the tranquility at the moment, Hang Feng and Jiang Yiheng thought of the same thing at the same time -

a world without Song Yi and Shen Yujing is so quiet.

How nice.