Shen Wannian has seen Mu Zihan's prodigal appearance, but he doesn't want to be a dignified prince of S, who is even more dissolute than him, with his tongue twisted and his words unbearable.

He is the same age as her, just looking at his overly handsome little white face, he is younger than her, and he has learned to be like this at a young age, which is open enough.

"Your Highness really can't spit ivory out of his mouth. Shen Dunian's smile was harmless to humans and animals, and the soft words pierced into Mo Yan's heart like a needle, itching and hurting.

"Shen Wannian, this is the hospitality of your empire? Don't think that you are Jun Yiqing's little wife, I can't do anything to you, it's better for you to talk to me more leisurely. Mo Yan twisted his eyebrows and gritted his teeth.

Shen Dunian leaned lazily on the door, raised his eyebrows at Mo Yan with disdain, and said with a smile: "When you are scared, you are only allowed to fight against people, and you are not allowed to fight back reasonably?" You also know that you are a guest, then you should know that the strong dragon can't suppress the ground snake, you come to do your business, I will go my way, our well water does not interfere with the river water, I don't need to be afraid or flatter you, you don't want to press me as you are in another country, this trick is not good, there is nothing to do, you can leave if you have nothing to do." ”

Mo Yan's face was red and white for a while, and blue for a while, and finally raised his hand and slowly curled up, stretched out a slender index finger and pointed at Shen Dunian, threatening: "Don't get carried away! Sooner or later, the Lord will definitely pull out your sharp fangs, so that you can't find a place to cry!"

The words fell, and Mo Yan turned to leave.

Shen Dunian leaned against the door and looked at the back of Mo Yan as he left in a puffed manner, and smiled suddenly.

Sure enough, it's a little kid, heh, naïve!

I don't know what Helian Mubai brought him here for, just this arrogance, if he didn't rely on his identity when he went out, he would have to be beaten eight times a day!

Leaving from the famous scholarly door, An Yuechan was sent home, and it was already night when she returned to the villa.

Shen Dunian got out of the car with a windbreaker, and as soon as he wrapped his clothes tightly, he heard the familiar and pleasant roar of the vehicle.

Far away, like a very beautiful ballad, melodious, made her heart palpitate instantly, and she turned around sharply and looked at the wide road.

After a while, dozens of armored vehicles slowly approached her with a huge aura that shocked people's hearts.

"General, it's the general who has returned. Qi Zhu was extremely excited, grabbed Shen Dunian's arm, and said with burning eyes.

Shen Dunian looked at the slowly moving vehicle, and when the first vehicle stopped not far from her, and the figure that made her haunted by dreams walked down, the corners of Shen Dunian's tense lips pulled up little by little.

He wore the military uniform that made all the girls look forward to it, and his feet were clear, and he walked calmly towards her step by step from the halo.

Then, standing a meter away from her, he paused.

Her slender arms were outstretched, and her dark eyes looked at her affectionately and affectionately.

Shen Dunian's actions once again did not go through his brain, his footsteps rose, his trench coat was raised, and the petite and delicate figure ran towards him, slamming into his wide and slightly cool arms.

Jun Yiqing reached out and hugged the little thing in her arms tightly, put her chin on her head, smelled the clean and demagogic fragrance on her body, and her voice was half hoarse: "Do you miss me?"

It wasn't the first time that Shen Dunian had been separated from him for a few days.

But there was no shame and little awkwardness like before, as if these beautiful words had been deeply imprinted in his head, and he didn't hesitate, listening to his powerful heartbeat, and nodded.

Jun Yiqing smiled in a low voice, like a demon, straightened up, stretched out his hand to hold her pretty face, leaned over, looked at her deeply, quite playful: "These days, good?"