It's night, and the cool breeze is faint.

The lack of moon hangs dredging paulownia, and the initial tranquility of people is missing.

In the inner room of the medical hall, Feng Wuwu fell asleep with the small and delicate Qingluan in his arms just like last night.

Jun Mo dyed ghostly, and climbed through the half-hidden window to enter.

By the faint moonlight, he quietly walked to the bed, and looked fixedly at Feng Wuwu, who was very poor in sleep but better than playful and lovely.

"Ah Huang... Ah Huang, let me pick my belly. ”

Feng Wuwu whispered in a low voice, and immediately unbuttoned the button on Qingluan's placket.

Seeing this, Jun Moran threw Feng Wuwu down and said coldly, "Who is Ah Huang?" ”

Feng Wuwu muttered, turned over angrily, and fell asleep peacefully on Jun Mo's upper.

“………”

How the same as a pig! Can you sleep on the floor?

Jun Mo had a blank face, and was about to kick Feng Wuwu to the side, but by chance he found that there was still half of the unburned incense left under the window sill.

It turned out that this little thing was not sleeping deeply, but was stunned.

Realizing the many crises lurking around Feng Wuwu, his heroic eyebrows furrowed slightly.

After a moment of silence, Jun Moran suddenly bent down and hugged Feng Wuwu in his arms.

"Who dares to make a mistake in front of the master? Be careful, you fairy board! ”

Feng Wuwu noticed a big cold hand across his waist, and whispered in an unkind tone.

Jun Mo dyed with an immovable iceberg face, glanced coldly at the "little wild cat" with teeth and claws in his arms, jumped on the window sill, and left in a hurry.

Under the dissolving moonlight, Jun Mo ran through the night, and in a blink of an eye, he took Feng Wuwu to the elegant room on the second floor of Changle Fang.

The night breeze was slightly cool, Feng Wuwu grabbed Jun Mo's front placket tightly with both hands, and the chattering little mouth during the day was lightly pursed, at first glance, it looked fresh and tender, which was particularly attractive.

Jun Moran threw Feng Wuwu on the couch, and originally planned to order someone to bring a basin of cold water to wake her up.

hesitated again and again, but finally was reluctant to be ruthless to her.

After changing the couch, Feng Wuwu was a little unaccustomed to it, and whispered again, "Ah Huang... You bad guy! For the sake of a white, I don't care about the life or death of your bully. ”

"Who is Ah Huang?"

Jun Mo frowned, why didn't he remember that in the information collected by Si Ming, there was a person named Ah Huang?

Could it be that Ling Tianqi, who has a lot to do with Feng Wuwu in the mansion of the right prime minister of Beili Ling, is nicknamed Ah Huang?

"How can this be true? Dare to carry this king behind his back, Xiao thinks about other men. The more Jun Moran thought about it, the more angry he became, pinched Feng Wuwu's cheek with one hand, and bit down hard at her slightly fluttering mouth.

"Hmm—it hurts."

Hearing this, Jun Mo Ran was relieved, but his hand still pinched her smooth cheek, "Say, who is Ah Huang?" ”

"Ah Huang is a negative man."

Feng Wuwu pursed his mouth and whispered aggrievedly, "Sister Guanyin, who is merciful and compassionate, the big dog bites me." ”

“………”

Jun Mo was stained with black lines all over his head, he never expected that after being stunned, Feng Wuwu's skills had not diminished in the slightest.

Just as he was about to throw her off, Feng Wuwu sat up abruptly and rushed towards him with lightning speed.

Jun Moran could have pushed her aside, and even thought of beating her up and throwing her out of the window.

However, with the warm fragrant nephrite in his arms, how can there be any reason to push it out?

Touching Feng Wuwu's soft body, Jun Moran's body was shocked, and Feng Wuwu's warm little hand pulled around his face.

"Sister Guanyin said, let me bite back!"

As soon as her voice fell, she suddenly opened her mouth wide and bit down on Jun Moran's tall nose.

"Feng, none, worry!"

Jun Mo dyed thunder and rage, and his voice was extremely magnetic, with a thick nasal voice.

His hand resting on Feng Wuwu's back was raised high, so angry that he almost split her little head in half.

"The big dog is so fragrant, and the skin is so slippery!"

Feng Wuwu was relieved, and his slightly hot cheeks rubbed against the tip of Jun Mo's nose, "Strange! How can the breath on the big dog be so similar to the small blood vessels? ”

As the words fell, she stuck to Jun Mo's cheeks, sniffing deeply the breath that belonged to him.

After a while, she turned her head away in disgust and muttered in a low voice, "With a saliva on her face, I will call you a saliva baby in the future." ”

Jun Moran was so angry that she trembled, obviously she was holding his face and biting for a while, but she was embarrassed to dislike him with a saliva taste!

The most annoying thing is that no matter how she tosses, he can't be ruthless to her.