Jun Moran stared intently at Feng Wuwu, who was smoking, and his throat slid up and down involuntarily, "It's good-looking." ”

"Ink Dye, calm down. The lord never mentioned peace and departure again. ”

Feng Wuwu was stared at by him very uncomfortable, and wanted to raise her arms to cover one or two, but her hands had already been raised above his head by him, tightly wrapped around the corner of the couch, and she couldn't move at all.

"This king is not calm enough?"

Jun Moran struggled to restrain his desires and try to be as gentle as possible.

In fact, he always felt that he could still gossip with her unhurriedly in this situation, and he was calm enough.

"Ye never mentions peace and separation again, shouldn't you be angry?" Feng Wuwu whispered.

"I'll let you go for now."

Although Jun Moran was reluctant in his heart, he still gently untied Feng Wuwu's hand that was tightly wrapped together.

He was about to get up, but suddenly he felt that his emotions were becoming more and more wrong.

Just now, a perverted thought popped up in his head that made him shudder.

He actually thought about it, tied Feng Wuwu to the couch, polished off all her edges and corners, and asked her day and night until she was obedient.

Jun Moran secretly thought in his heart that it must be the manic and violent Jun Hongran trying to control his mind that would make him so terrifying.

He frowned, trying to expel Jun Hongran's extremely evil consciousness with his powerful concentration.

"You're too savage."

Feng Wuwu pouted, flipped his wrist slightly, and his sore ten fingers trembled slightly.

Jun Moran slowly came back to his senses, and inadvertently, he noticed Feng Wuwu's trembling hands, and the emotions that had just been stable began to tend to be extreme again.

He grabbed Feng Wuwu's arm violently, and asked angrily, "What are you afraid of?" Is it so scary? ”

"What are you doing so fiercely?"

Feng Wuwu muttered quietly, looking at Jun Mo Ran in confusion.

She deftly dodged his large hand at her, grabbed his clothes and quickly slipped them onto herself, and then scooped the ingots back into her arms, which had been cowering in a corner.

Jun Mo Ran stared dryly, staring intently at Feng Wuwu, "What are you afraid of?" ”

"I'm afraid it hurts."

Feng Wuwu was forced by his powerful coercion, so he had no choice but to tell the truth.

She was really afraid that Jun Mo, who had not been close to women for a long time, would lose her sense of proportion and kill her at once.

"Lone is such an unreliable person?"

"Not really."

Feng Wuwu noticed that Jun Mo Ran in front of him seemed to be controlled by Jun Hongran, and he didn't dare to add fuel to the fire, so he shook his head busily.

Jun Moran got a satisfactory answer, but he didn't stop because of this.

He looked at the charming Feng Wuwu steadily, and the dry fire that was about to burst out once again jumped into his heart.

Feng Wuwu buttoned his clothes in a little panic, and his eyes stared at him tightly, afraid that he would suddenly go berserk.

Jun Moran could see the scenery inside through her wide neckline, and her body felt as if it was about to explode, which was extremely uncomfortable.

At the same time, his desire intensified.

"What's wrong with you? Could it be a recurrence of an old disease? ”

Feng Wuwu looked at Jun Moran, whose face was becoming more and more crimson, and panicked.

She hurriedly put down the ingots that were sleeping soundly in her arms, and slipped down to bed, her weak and boneless hand inadvertently resting on his broad chest.

Her hands were cold and comfortable.

But for Jun Mo Dye, it didn't play a role in cooling down at all.

"Little things, they torture people."

Jun Moran felt her concern, and in ecstasy, what followed was a desire that he couldn't control.

In the next moment, the earth turned.

He casually threw Feng Wuwu on the couch, and without giving her the slightest time to react, he began to attack the city.

"Jun Mo Ran, you don't mean what you say."

I don't know if it's because of grievances or pain, Feng Wuwu raised his arm and blocked his tearful eyes.

Jun Moran didn't know how to explain it, he really couldn't control his emotions, although he was very sorry in his heart, his body still didn't obey him.

"Master don't pay attention to you anymore, you are excessive!"

Feng Wuwu looked very sad, she was already very sensitive.

Sensing that Jun Moran no longer cared about her feelings as much as before, she suddenly felt that her position in his heart had plummeted.

In the final analysis, Jun Moran still minds her relationship with Baili Heze very much.

Otherwise, he would never have treated her so roughly.

She couldn't feel the slightest tenderness, the only thing she could feel was physical pain.

………

"Woo-woo-"

"Bad guy, you bully your mother."

After a while, Yuan Bao, who was awakened by the huge movement, had tears in his eyes, stretched out his small fist, and smashed it on Jun Moran with a fist.

Jun Moran ignored it, and it wasn't until Yuanbao's voice was completely hoarse that he came back to his senses.

At that time, he looked at Feng Wuwu who didn't know when he passed out in astonishment, and then looked at the frightened ingots with tears rippling, and his guilt became stronger and stronger.

"Mother's kiss..."

Yuan Bao saw Feng Wuwu lying motionless on the couch, his eyes were closed, his face was not dried up tears, and he cried heartbreakingly.

Jun Moran hurriedly covered Feng Wuwu with a quilt, and his manic depression gradually calmed down in Yuanbao's crying.

"How so..."

Jun Mo was in a mess, he picked up the ingots who were crying and sweating profusely, and explained over and over again: "Don't be afraid of ingots. Your mother is just asleep. ”

"My mother cried."

Yuan Bao rarely sees Feng Wuwu's appearance, in his eyes, Feng Wuwu is like an omnipotent mountain king, very majestic.

"It's the king's fault. This king promises you that he will never do it again. ”

Jun Moran coaxed the ingots softly, and his expression became more and more solemn.

He was originally full of confidence, thinking that his main consciousness could completely suppress the evil and violent in Jun Hongran's character.

But it turns out that once the anger is up, he can't predict what else he can do.

This frustrated him.

In addition to frustration, there is more distress, self-blame, and remorse.

After about a quarter of an hour's effort, the tired crying ingots finally fell asleep in Jun Morye's arms.

Jun Moran put down the ingots, picked up Feng Wuwu, who had fainted, and washed her body lightly.

"Shhhh

Xu accidentally touched her injury, her handsome eyebrows frowned slightly, and she gasped.

Jun Mo was so depressed that he really didn't want to hurt her again and again.

If this cycle repeats, what is the difference between him and Baili Heze?

That night, he tossed and turned, and stayed up all night.

He wanted to explain it to her, but he didn't know where to start.

I had to stare at her for a long time, until the light was faintly revealed...

"Shhhh

"Where did Lord's leg go?"

Feng Wuwu suddenly opened her eyes, she looked down in confusion, but when she saw her legs on the couch, she breathed a sigh of relief.

She tried to move her body, but found that her body seemed to have been run over by a wheel, and she couldn't get angry.

"Don't think that you are reluctant to castrate. In order to save his life, he can do everything! ”

Feng Wuwu made scissors with both hands, and made a stroke on Jun Mo Ran's body, and then scolded and picked up the ingots lying on Jun Mo Ran's body.

Last night, she was really heartbroken by what Jun Mo had done.

After a good night's sleep, Feng Wuwu's state of mind was a lot calmer.

He had a lot of grudges against her, and she could understand that.

After all, it was she who was at fault in the first place.

However, understanding is understanding.

But she no longer wants to stay in the first pavilion in the world, and lives with dignity like an appendage.

"Mother, Yuanbao likes you."

Yuan Bao was woken up by Feng Wuwu's delicate thoughts, he opened his eyes, and saw that Feng Wuwu had returned to normal, giggling.

"It's so sweet with a little mouth."

"Mother, is the little mouth of the ingots really sweet?" Yuanbao looked panicked, and there was an obvious cry in the little milk voice.

"Little crying bag, why do you want to cry again?"

Feng Wuwu mistakenly thought that he had accidentally touched the bruise on his face, and asked him with concern.

Yuan Bao cried out with a "wow", and said intermittently: "Yuanbao... Ingot is afraid that the bad guys will gnaw on their mouths. ”

"Bad guys?"

Feng Wuwu thought that the ingots had been violated, and the alarm bell was loud.

Yuan Bao nodded heavily, pointed to Jun Mo Ran, who was lying on the couch and pretended to sleep, and muttered in a low voice, "He cried his mother's kiss, and Yuan Bao saw it." ”

Feng Wuwu twitched the corners of his mouth frantically, and made a silent movement again and again, "Shhhh

"Mother, do you hurt?"

Yuan Bao stared at Feng Wuwu's thin red sandalwood mouth worriedly, pouting and blowing softly, "Yuan Bao will give you a huhu." ”

"What else do you see?"

Feng Wuwu was a little annoyed, she thought that after she fainted last night, Jun Moran continued to vent her lust in front of Yuanbao regardless of it.

Without waiting for Yuan Bao to answer, Feng Wuwu picked up the neatly stacked silver tickets on the desk and smashed them on Jun Mo's face, "Are you here to sell it?" ”

Jun Moran's tall nose was smashed into a sore state, and two tubes of hot blood flowed down.

He saw that she was angry, and he didn't dare to refute it at all, so he had to continue to collapse on the couch and pretend to sleep.

"Jun Mo Ran, you get up for the master! What did you do to the master in front of the ingots? ”

"The king didn't notice that he suddenly woke up..."

Jun Moran couldn't pretend to be asleep anymore, so he had to get up suddenly and replied 1510.

"Don't you think you're going too far?"

"It's too much."

"What's the matter with these silver tickets?" Feng Wuwu pointed to the silver tickets on the bed and asked him angrily.

"Aren't you short of money?" Jun Mo is not clear, and he is especially straightforward.

"So, you're really here to sell yourself?"

Jun Moran frowned slightly, he hadn't thought about it at all.

He just saw that Feng Wuwu had lost his burden, and handed over a stack of silver tickets casually.

Moreover, all his money and wealth had been assigned to her name as early as the day the two got married.

It would be more reasonable to say that these silver tickets were hers.

"Don't worry, that's not what this king meant..."

Jun Moran was about to explain, but was unfortunately interrupted by a hasty knock on the door.

Feng Wuwu raised his eyebrows, and lightly glanced at the shadow of Na on the window.

Just by looking at its delicate figure, you can know who the person outside the door is.

"Your Majesty, Qingchen made breakfast for you, and stewed black-bone chicken soup, are you up?"

Yu Qingchen pushed the door in with a smile, and applied the fat powder thinly, fresh and refined.

"Who let you in?"

Jun Mo had a headache, and Yu Qingchen broke in at this juncture, obviously adding fuel to the fire.

Yu Qingchen realized that Feng Wuwu was also in the house, so she retracted her gaze again and again, and apologized in a low voice, "I'm sorry, Qingchen didn't know that the princess was also in the house." ”

Last night, Cersei had been urging her to take the initiative.

She thought that Feng Wuwu had been found by Jun Mo Ran, if she didn't hurry up, Jun Mo Dye would never see her good again.

After much thought, she made up her mind to give it a go.

Unexpectedly, Feng Wuwu was also in his house.

"Get out."

Jun Moran looked at Yu Qingchen with tears in his eyes indifferently, and he was irritable.

If it was an ordinary woman, he would just throw it out the door.

It's just that Yu Qingchen has a life-saving grace for him, and he can't do too much.

"Your Majesty, are you injured?"

Yu Qingchen looked at Jun Moran, who had two tubes of dark red blood on his lips, and asked with concern.

She lost her mind slightly, and accidentally burned her hands with the hot black-bone chicken soup, and cried out in pain.

"Miss, why are you so careless?"

Standing outside the house, he strode forward and took the tray in Yu Qingchen's hand.

"No problem."

Yu Qingchen endured the tears swirling in her eyes, and blessed her body towards Jun Mo, and retreated first.

After a moment's hesitation, he finally put breakfast on the tray on the table.

After the matter was over, Cersei said respectfully: "Your Majesty, the princess, the slave and maid are retired." ”

When he walked away, Feng Wuwu looked meaningfully at the steaming breakfast on the dining table, "Why do you think that this maid next to Yu Qingchen is more scheming than Yu Qingchen?" ”

Jun Moran didn't notice Sese, he only explained to Feng Wuwu seriously, "This king has no idea about Yuqingchen, and heaven and earth can be learned. ”