Jun Moran slowly let go of her hand, and her sharp gaze happened to fall on her tender lotus-white calves.

For some reason, he suddenly felt an urge to reach out and touch her robe, and primitive desires and thoughts controlled his reason, causing his cold eyes to burst into flames unconsciously.

Feng Wuwu noticed Jun Moran's increasingly hot gaze, and swallowed nervously, fearing that he would have an impulse, and leaned forward to pull her.

"Regent, the Spring Festival is worth a thousand gold. In the drunken willow Xuan, the beauty is like a brocade, don't miss the good time for me, your old man. In order to divert his attention, Feng Wuwu deliberately pointed to the beautiful woman who was leaning on the edge of the trunk and smiling with all kinds of grace.

Jun Moran felt that instead of wasting time on women, it was better to toss and toss Feng without worry.

Moreover, the woman who was drunk with Liu Xuan couldn't arouse his interest at all.

Even Chu Yiyi, who is known as the first beauty in the east, he didn't bother to take a look.

"This king ordered you to arrest the female thief, but you took the Shadow Eighteen to ride in the drunken willow Xuan to have fun? If the strength of the wine is excessive, it will be cut off by itself, and the king will not be able to do it himself. Jun Mo dyed the magic sound again, he propped one arm on the seat, and the other hand tapped the glass table.

With nothing to do, Feng Wuwu had no choice but to make a desperate bet, grasping the loopholes in Jun Mo's words, and fighting for a glimmer of life for his unwarranted "male characteristics".

She took a deep breath, picked up the teapot on the dining table, mistook the teapot for a wine jug, and drank it all with the spout.

"Hiccup—"

After she poured a stomach of tea, she was about to make a mistake, and obediently lay on Jun Mo's legs, "The wine hasn't passed yet!" I can't break it on my own for the time being, and my hands are shaking. ”

"You're drinking tea." Jun Moran ruthlessly dismantled her.

"Tea is not intoxicating, people are drunk."

"Need this king to do it himself?"

Feng Wuwu said skillfully, "Regent, you don't know anything. There are three generations of single generations in my family, and the elderly father in the family is looking forward to me day and night to fight for breath and give birth to a few big fat boys. So, can you wait for me to marry and have children, and then castrate? ”

Si Ming was silently embarrassed, obviously a little unable to listen to Feng Wuwu's nonsense. She was afraid that she didn't know that Jun Moran had already investigated her life experience clearly.

"Feng Zhilin has severed the father-son relationship with you, haven't you forgotten?" Jun Moran leaned over abruptly and grabbed her slender neck again, "Playing tricks in front of this king, you will end up hateful." ”

"It turns out that Feng Zhilin's old thing has severed the father-son relationship with me? Look at me, I'm so drunk that I forgot about this stubble! ”

Feng Wuwu held his forehead with one hand, made a confused expression, and laughed.

In an instant, Jun Moran was coldly shaken by her shallow smile, and he was annoyed.

He was extremely disgusted with this feeling of losing control, and the force in his hand suddenly increased due to his irritable emotions, and Feng Wuwu's neck was strangled all over the place.

"Regent, be merciful."

At the last moment, the cold voice of Baili Heze sounded. He seemed to come by the wind, and the black hair scattered behind him was not tied or tied, which showed that he was free and easy.

Jun Mo heard the sound, and let go of Feng Wuwu, whose little face was flushed.

His blade-like cold gaze fell on Baili Heze, and his thin lips opened lightly, "The national teacher should not be nosy, otherwise don't blame this king for being ruthless." ”

The corners of Baili Heze's lips are slightly hooked, and he slowly sits opposite Jun Mo Ran.

He was dressed in white, covered with plain tulle, floating like a fairy, and the same temperament of the evil and arrogant Jun Mo Dye were simply two extremes.