Fu Yeshen didn't expect Feng Wuwu to have the heart to laugh, and he felt very surprised.

He did not hesitate to praise her extraordinary courage, "No wonder! No wonder you're fascinated by Aze's thousand-year-old ice. Don't be chaotic in the face of danger, don't be surprised when things change, good! ”

"Where is the Eight Hundred Miles like ice? The temper was so violent that it was like eating a cannonball with plenty of firearms, crackling and slamming the air. ”

Fu Yeshen hooked the corners of his lips obliquely, and thought he was very charming and smiled, "Of course, it depends on who you compare with." Aze's temper is better than that of the regent. Compared to me, it's still far behind. ”

Feng Wuwu looked at Fu Yeshen, whose cheeks were swollen like a pig's head, strangely, and always felt that he was chattering and very strange.

Could it be that Fu Ye couldn't get the heart of Baili Heze after his hard pursuit, and hated him because of love?

Thinking like this, Feng Wuwu's eyes lit up, grabbed Fu Yeshen's hand, and asked him especially sincerely, "Let go of the master, how about it?" ”

"No, I can't. Aze will not agree. ”

Fu Yeshen's face was not red, and his heart did not beat, and he threw the pot on the head of Baili Heze.

In fact, even if Baili Heze was willing to let her go, he was reluctant to let her go.

He lowered his eyes and glanced at Feng Wuwu's slender hand on his arm, and then quietly freed his other hand and lightly covered the back of Feng Wuwu's hand, "The little hand is so white." ”

"Dead pervert."

Feng Wuwu was like an electric shock, and quickly withdrew his hand.

Fu Yeshen pursed his lips and muttered in a low voice, "It's okay to praise you?" ”

"Get out."

"Girl's family, with such a short temper, where does anyone dare to marry?" Fu Yeshen touched his nose, pestering her, refusing to leave.

"Fu Yeshen, what's the matter with you? The old men are chirping and arguing non-stop, are they annoying? ”

Fu Ye sneered, "It's just a little curious." Then again, does your dad know you're a girl? ”

"It's your business."

"That's true." Fu Ye nodded heavily, and said seriously, "It's really none of my business." ”

Feng Wuwu stared at Fu Yeshen for a long time with stupid eyes, and said in a deep voice, "Kicked stupidly by the crazy horse?" ”

Fu Yeshen shook his head, smiling and smiling, Danfeng had a trace of guilt in his eyes, "Being kicked by a crazy horse is also deserved." Feng Wuwu, if I had known that you were a woman earlier, I would not have attacked you. ”

“………”

Feng Wuwu saw him frowning from time to time, raising his eyes from time to time to show a foolish smile that was worse than crying, beating his chest from time to time, and from time to time he came up with his predecessor Xizi to hold his heart and sell his heart, and he could see one head and two big.

She simply turned over to the couch and covered her ears tightly, "It's all three watches, can you let me rest for a while?" ”

Fu Yeshen turned eighteen turns, but still didn't ask the question he wanted to ask the most.

After pondering for a while, he finally threw the doubts in his heart to Feng Wuwu, "Listen to Aze, he and you already have the reality of husband and wife." You... You really don't have any thoughts about him in your heart? ”

"Does it count as a broken bone and scattering ashes?!"

Feng Wuwu didn't expect that the dog in Baili Heze would tell others about it in a broken mouth.

"In the unlikely event that the Regent learns about the matter between you and Aze, will you feel unworthy of the Regent because of this?"

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

Feng Wuwu was upset, she didn't understand why Fu Yeshen and Baili Heze had such strange ideas.

She is obviously the victim and has done nothing wrong, so why should she suffer the prejudice of others?

Fu Yeshen realized that Feng Wuwu had become extremely impatient, so he had to withdraw from the secret room in a gloomy manner.

However, this questioning was not without gain.

At least, he clarified Jun Moran's status in Feng Wuwu's heart.

Generally speaking, the girl's family is more conservative. Once you lose your body, you will definitely feel that you are not worthy of your sweetheart.

Feng Wuwu didn't have this kind of awareness, and even felt that he was more than enough to match Jun ink.

This shows that although she has a good impression of Jun Moran, her feelings are not deep.

If the relationship is deep, it is long overdue to seek death and life, right?

Thinking about it like this, Fu Yeshen was in a good mood, he crossed Erlang's legs, and while looking at the yellowed paper curls, he whistled happily and blew all night!

The sky was bright, and Fu Yeshen had just passed breakfast for Feng Wuwu, and then he fell asleep in a daze.

After Baili Heze finished treating the wound on his forehead, he broke into Fu Yeshen's bedroom in a hurry.

Last night, he was so angry with Feng Wuwu that he left her alone with Fu Yeshen.

It wasn't until I regained my consciousness that I realized what a fatal mistake I had made.

Fu Yeshen is not as unfeminine as Jun Mo Ran, the more he thinks about it, the more afraid he becomes, he is afraid that Fu Yeshen's heart will suddenly rise and he will do something that he shouldn't do to Feng Wuwu.

Fortunately, Fu Yeshen was still peaceful, and he had already fallen asleep on the soft couch in the inner room.

Baili Heze breathed a sigh of relief, casually covered Fu Yeshen with a thin jacket, and then stopped in front of the dresser for a long time.

He stared at his haggard face in the bronze mirror, cheered up, and deliberately twisted his cheeks, making his cheeks appear a little bloody, and then walked towards the secret room with satisfaction.

In the secret room, Feng Wuwu was lying on the stone couch, scooping hot chicken soup with his left hand, sending it to his mouth unhurriedly, and writing plain white rice paper with his right hand, his expression was particularly focused.

Feng Wuwu likes to keep a diary, especially to record some extremely tragic pasts.

She has an excellent memory, but she has a big heart, and she never cares about less important people and less important things.

Therefore, if she did not record all those who had persecuted her, she feared that within a few days, she would have forgotten all about them.

Baili Heze half-leaned against the door, staring intently at the exceptionally well-behaved Feng Wuwu on the stone couch, his cold voice mixed with a rare warmth, "What are you writing?" ”

"Ahem—"

Feng Wuwu wrote about Xing, but was suddenly interrupted by Baili Heze, and he coughed wildly in embarrassment.

She sat on the rice paper with undried ink, with a cold face, "I have nothing to do, just write casually." ”

Last time, after Jun Moran read Feng Wuwu's diary, he was furious.

Experience teaches.

This time, Feng Wuwu would not let Baili Heze see those words that were not very friendly to him no matter what.