After thinking about it carefully, Feng Wuwu's thin lips opened lightly, and his voice trembled, "Regent, don't come here in the future." ”

"With a new love, you don't need this king, right?"

Feng Wuwu turned his head and tried his best to suppress the sorrow in his eyes.

At this moment, she is extremely helpless.

She also wanted to throw herself into Jun Mo Ran's arms for comfort.

But she couldn't.

Last night, the inexplicable absurdity of a night completely crushed the always strong Feng Wuwu.

Right now, even she herself feels that this body is too dirty, let alone let her face Jun Moran with this ghostly appearance.

He has always been clean and self-conscious, and he must be very disgusted with a woman like her water-based poplar.

Sure enough, Jun Moran didn't want to have too much contact with her at all.

He got up indifferently and walked away without looking back.

As soon as he walked on his front feet, Feng Wuwu's body seemed to be hollowed out, his limbs were weak, and he collapsed on the couch.

She stared blankly at the curtain, even though she didn't want to remember the events of last night, but she tried to remember.

The strange thing is that she only remembered that she had a relationship with Baili Heze and the six little men outside the door, but she couldn't remember the details at all?

Feng Wuwu frowned, and then carefully checked the clothes on his body.

The corseted breasts, obscene pants, middle clothes, and the belly pocket that Tete changed into to tempt Jun Mo Dye seemed to be the same.

What's even stranger is that subconsciously she always feels weak in her legs.

But when I sank down and tasted it carefully, I realized that there was no trace of soreness in my body.

Could it be that she was hypnotized?

Feng Wuwu was suspicious, cheered up, and was about to take off his clothes and check his body.

If she really "fought" with seven men all night, she would have left some traces on her body.

With the last glimmer of hope, she unfastened her shirt with great trepidation.

At this moment, Jun Mo Dye went and returned.

He came against the light, cold, wild, and unkind.

"Drunk."

In a daze, he brought a bowl of black decoction to Feng Wuwu, and his voice was extremely indifferent.

Feng Wuwu mistakenly thought that Jun Mo Ran brought her poison, and her face turned white in an instant.

After a moment of silence, she shook her head and righteously rejected him, "Now I am really terrible. But I don't want to die, I want to live. ”

"Can't die. It's just a soup to avoid children. ”

Jun Mo didn't give her a chance to hesitate, he grabbed her jaw with one hand, held the medicine bowl with the other, and directly poured the bitter decoction into Feng Wuwu's mouth.

The avoidance soup was extremely bitter, and Jun Mo was in a hurry, and Feng Wuwu's delicate facial features were twisted into a ball.

She clutched Jun Moran's arm with both hands, trying to break free of his restraints, but he remained motionless in front of her, and it was not until she drank the last drop of the potion that she let go of her.

"Gross-"

Feng Wuwu clasped his hands to his chest and retched.

Jun Mo Ran wanted to reach out to help her, but when he saw the dazzling blood stains on her robe, he instantly fell into his lower intestines again.

With a wave of his wide sleeves, the medicine bowl fell to the ground, and the unopened box of Yurongsheng Muscle Cream in his sleeve also happened to fall into Feng Wuwu's arms.

Not only that, but the candied fruit in his hand also fell into her palm impartially.

Feng Wuwu stared at the candied fruit in his hand, and his heart was mixed.

Last night, what she did had completely ruined her and Jun Moran's future.

And when Jun Moran used extremely strong means to force her to drink the avoidance soup, she could even hear the sound of her heartbreak.

But he unexpectedly sent Yurong Sheng's muscle cream and candied fruit to her.

This proves that he still has her in his heart, right?

"Chasing the wind is stupid, and I haven't learned to recite poetry against it. From tomorrow onwards, be sure to take some time to come to the house to teach him. ”

"Lord Regent, during this period of time, the hospital has also made a small profit. The honorarium will be returned by the infirmary in person later. Chasing the wind is a martial artist, and he doesn't need to be proficient in poetry at all, right? ”

Jun Mo Dye Yuan was just worried that Feng Wuwu would not be able to think about it and would leave, so he used chasing the wind to make excuses, just to see her in the future.

Unexpectedly, she actually wanted to break off relations with him!

"Whatever you want."

Jun Moran said coldly, put his hands behind his back, and walked out of the Divine Calculation Medical Hall angrily.