Hearing this, Jun Moran forcibly suppressed the dry fire in her body, half sat up, let her lean in the crook of her arm, and the hand that lightly covered her lower abdomen continued to convey her true qi.

Feng Wuwu squinted comfortably, curled up in his arms like a kitten, and whispered, "It would be nice if you were so gentle all the time." ”

"If this king doesn't have some temper, you still can't go to the house to uncover the tiles?"

"Your old man is right." Feng Wuwu is now asking for help, so naturally he doesn't dare to raise the bar with him.

A moment ago, she was still dying of pain because of the sudden pain of the moon letter.

Fortunately, Jun Moran's warm hands brought a warmth, which dispelled the chill in her body in an instant, greatly relieving her pain.

"Feng Wuwu, you are not allowed to sleep with other men in the future."

"Got it. Even before, there was no such thing. Feng Wuwu replied softly.

When Jun Mo heard this, he suddenly felt comfortable physically and mentally.

The corners of his mouth lifted slightly, and a free hand gently ran between her hair, "Good." ”

Feng Wuwu realized that his current appearance was not like a man at all, and he withdrew from Jun Moran's arms one after another, "Regent, it's not appropriate for us to be like this!" I'm a strong man, and I like to sleep with a soft woman in my arms rather than a man of steel. ”

Jun Moran saw through it and didn't say anything, and echoed in a deep voice, "This king likes it too." ”

"Since you also like women, why don't you go to the other door to get drunk Liu Xuan?"

Jun Mo smiled, and he realized that although Feng Wuwu was a little sluggish in terms of feelings, he was very diligent when he was jealous.

Any word can make her blow up.

Strange cute.

"Don't go. The king intends to spend the night on your couch. ”

Feng Wuwu turned his back angrily, "But I don't want to compromise." ”

"Good. How about taking this king in for one night? In return, the hand of this king, lend you. Worried about her physical discomfort, Jun Moran lay on her side, his big palm clinging to her flat lower abdomen again.

Outside the house, Ling Tianqi and Feng Yi knocked on the door together.

Feng Yi said righteously, "Regent, worry-free young man, please let him go!" ”

Ling Tianqi also echoed, "It's not dark yet!" Regent, how can you pull Brother Sanssouci to prostitute in the daytime? ”

Jun Mo's eyes suddenly showed anger, and he was about to slap the two of them away with a palm, Feng Wuwu's eyes were quick, and he grabbed his hand in a hurry, "Regent, my eldest brother is not good at martial arts, so he will definitely not be able to stand your palm." ”

"You like Feng Yi very much?"

"My eldest brother is like a father, and he treats me well."

"What about Ling Tianqi? Who is your brother? ”

Jun Mo's eyes sank, and he knew that it was wrong to restrict her like this, but he just didn't want Feng Wuwu to regard others as heavier than him.

At the mention of Ling Tianqi, Feng Wuwu suddenly remembered a very important matter for her.

She looked at Jun Moran fixedly, and asked him solemnly, "Where are you hiding the silver ticket that Brother Tianqi gave me?" ”

"How can this king be scarce of his silver tickets?"

Feng Wuwu obviously didn't believe what he said, and got up suddenly, holding Jun Mo's handsome cheeks with both hands, "You're not lying to me?" ”

Jun Moran wanted to deny it, but when he saw her squatting beside him so enchantingly, he was fascinated by beauty for a while, and he actually said, "This king is burned." ”

"What?!"

Feng Wuwu raised his tail note, and most of his body was already pressed on him.

Thinking that Jun Moran burned her silver ticket in a frenzy, she was so angry that she pulled his face regardless of it, "Jun Moran, you return my silver ticket!" ”

Jun Moran enjoyed her "initiative" very much, let her soft little hands pinch his cheeks, and said nonchalantly, "Feng Wuwu, are you planning to make a promise with your body?" ”

Feng Wuwu realized that her posture with Jun Moran was too ambiguous, and just as she wanted to step back to the side, Jun Moran grabbed her ankle again and dragged her back into her arms.

He stuffed Jiuxiao Huanpei into her hand again, and said solemnly, "Huanpei in his hand means that he has the king's family wealth, understand?" ”

"It's too precious, I don't want it."

"Give it to you, and you will take it. Remember, from now on, you can only use the king's money. ”

"What if I spend all my money and use up all your possessions?"

"I'll have to ask you. What would happen to you if the king lost everything? ”

"Naturally, it's hard to make money to support you."

Feng Wuwu replied with an oath, but he didn't think like this in his heart.

She sneered that if there was really that day, she could still sell Jun Mo Dye to Goolan Courtyard.

With his excellent skin, it is not a problem to make money every day.

Jun Moran believed what Feng Wuwu said, she actually said that she would raise him!

Does this mean that Feng Wuwu also has a place for him in his heart?

He became more and more excited, grabbed Feng Wuwu's thin shoulder, pushed her down on the couch, and couldn't help but lean over.

"Regent, what are you doing?"

Feng Wuwu looked up at the curtains, as if he was dyed by a layer of gold-edged ink, and his voice trembled slightly.

"Abrasive little thing, you want to suffocate this king?" Jun Moran shackled her in his arms, carefully controlling the force in his hands.

Outside the house, Ling Tianqi's expression was particularly complicated, and after a long while, he relieved himself, "Brother Feng, how do I feel, the regent treats Brother Wuwu well?" ”

"What's good? Both of them are men, how can they be so immoral? Feng Yi was so angry that his face turned pale, and he was especially distressed by Feng Wuwu.

He always had the feeling that his cabbage was arched by a wild boar, and he was unwilling to do so.

Ling Tianqi said, "Brother Wuwu is in a difficult situation, if he doesn't have the protection of the regent, you and I alone can't protect him. ”

When Feng Yi heard this, his face was sad.

I have to say that Ling Tianqi has some truth in what he said.

Even if he gained a firm foothold in the Beili court, he still couldn't compete with the Beili King.

Only Jun Mo Dye, with absolute strength and ability, can compete with the dragon thunder of the North Hall.

"Let's go."

Although Feng Yi was reluctant in his heart, he also knew that only by staying by Jun Moran's side could Feng Wuwu be protected from harm.

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