"Heh... It's a little shorter, indeed. ”

Jun Moran sneered lightly, and in his heart he already decided that Feng Wuwu was a real man.

Not to mention her ridiculous behavior of molesting Princess Beili Liyin in the arrogance camp, her shocking remarks alone are not something that a daughter's family dares to say easily.

Thinking of this, Jun Mo put down the sedan curtain happily and said in a deep voice, "Iron hand, bring General Feng Xiao back to the house." ”

"Huh?"

Tie Shou originally thought that Jun Mo Ran wanted to kill people and kill his mouth, but Jun Mo Ran was in a hurry to call him, purely to bring Feng Wuwu back to the house.

Iron Hand's eyelids jumped, and he felt that this matter was not simple.

He thought about Yi Feng's worry-free cleverness, and he was likely to replace himself and Chasing Feng soon, and become the number one celebrity in front of Jun Mo Ran.

"General Feng, please."

Iron Hand bowed over, grinned at Feng Wuwu, and made a kind gesture of "please".

Feng Wuwu took a deep breath, his hands tightly covered the blood stains on his clothes, and he stood up with considerable effort, obediently following behind Tie Shou.

"With me here, General Feng Xiao doesn't have to be nervous." Iron Hand glanced at Feng Wuwu's tightly twisted hands, and whispered relief.

"You're such a nice person, just let me worry." Feng Wuwu thought about multiple friends and multiple roads, so he politely replied.

Hearing that Feng Wuwu praised himself as a good person, the iron hand blushed suddenly.

Since the beginning of his follow-up to Jun Moran, flattery has also come one after another. However, in the past ten years, no one has ever praised him for being a good person.

"In the future, I will be my own person, don't be polite if you don't have to worry." Iron Hand scratched his head in embarrassment and grinned uncontrollably.

In the jade chariot, Jun Mo was dyed with black lines, and his original intention was to bring Feng Wuwu back to the mansion and toss it slowly.

Unexpectedly, Tie Shou once again misinterpreted his meaning, really thinking that he regarded Feng Wuwu as a guest.

Outside the jade chariot, the iron hand was next to Feng Wuwu, racking his brains to search for topics, intending to further bring the relationship between them closer.

"Carefree, what do you like to eat? Brother bought it for you. ”

"Eaten."

"What weapons do you like? Brother tailor-made for you. ”

"Silver Needle."

"What kind of woman do you like? Brother will go back and look for you. ”

"It's good to be born."

………

Feng Wuwu didn't expect that the iron hand that looked cold and had no temperature turned out to be a self-cooked.

Right now, she had unbearable abdominal pain, and she had to spend time dealing with his endless questions, and cold sweat was dripping from her forehead.

As he spoke, the iron hand suddenly came to Feng Wuwu and sniffed deeply, "Wuwu, why are you so fragrant?" Like a. ”

"Last night, I teased Beitang Liyin, and I was dyed with some fat powder."

"The fat powder on Princess Liyin's body smells so good, and it also has a bloody breath, a combination of rigidity and softness, yin and yang, wonderful!"

Feng Wuwu twitched the corners of his mouth wildly, slandering in his heart, the iron hand must be a fool.

Thankfully, though, Iron Hand doesn't look very smart. If she was an ordinary person, with the bloody qi on her body, she would be able to see through her daughter's body in a moment.

After a pause, Tie Shou suddenly became interested again, "Worry-free, you, you are really magnificent there?" ”

"Hmm."

Feng Wuwu paused slightly, only to feel the hot current under her body gurgling down her legs, and she was so nervous that she even exhausted the strength of her perfunctory iron hand.

"Don't worry, can you tell my brother, what did you eat to grow up?" Iron Hand asked softly in Feng Wuwu's ear.

In the middle of the jade chariot, Jun Moran, who was listening to the conversation between Tie Shou and Feng Wuwu, suddenly coughed wildly, and almost choked to death with saliva.

He never thought that the personal shadow guard he had cultivated would be so... Wretched!