At the same time, Jun Mo Ran also held Feng Wuwu's hand and explained sincerely, "You believe in this king. All along, this king only regarded Jun Fu as his sister, and never had any improper relationship with her. ”

Ji Mo Zichen looked at the two people who were inseparable, and took the case, "Ah Ran, if you continue like this, your reputation will be ruined by you!" When the time comes, everyone thinks that you are having an affair with your sister, what should you do? ”

Jun Mo Ran doesn't care about gossip.

However, not caring does not mean that he is willing to be so slandered.

In the long run, if he and Feng Wuwu had an heir, he didn't want his own flesh and blood to hear a trace of bad things about him from the rumors.

Thinking of this, his knife-like and ruthless gaze fell on the ugly Jun Fu on the stage, and said in a deep voice, "Tell me, what's going on?" ”

Jun Fu didn't hear what Jun Moran said, and while pursing his fingers, he looked at Jun Moran who was handsome and unruly in front of the stage, and was not angry and mighty, "Brother Wang, Fu'er likes you so much!" Please, help Fu'er. ”

That is, Mo Zichen's expression was solemn, and he immediately ordered someone to escort all the women waiting behind the curtain to the front of the stage.

"Who is it that dares to drug the county lord of Junfu?"

After all, this matter involves Jun Moran's reputation, that is, Mo Zichen changed his normal state, slapped the case angrily, and coldly asked the women who were as helpless as frightened birds in front of the stage.

"It's... It's her! ”

For a while, most of the women on the stage pointed the finger at Feng Wuwu, who was sitting in front of the stage and wearing a veil.

"A quarter of an hour ago," they said, "the masked woman next to the regent had a big quarrel with the lord of the county. ”

"That's right! We can all testify! ”

"It must be that she has a grudge, so she is ruthless to the county lord."

………

Beitang Liyin landed in the back row of the stage, and looked at Feng Wuwu, who had an unknown expression under the stage.

This time, the stolen goods were both obtained, see how she explains to Jun Moran!

Feng Wuwu's expression was faint, and he only looked at Beitang Liyin fixedly, "It's a pity!" She escaped. ”

The second floor of Lingtian Restaurant.

Baili Heze stood in front of the window sill, his dark eyes staring at Jun Moran, who was calm and relaxed.

He wanted to see how Jun Mo Ran would choose between reputation and Feng Wuwu.

Unexpectedly, Fu Yeshen came violently.

There was obvious anger in his eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling.

Baili Heze looked back slightly, his throat moved slightly, and finally he didn't say a word, just picked up the teacup without making a sound, and tasted it lightly.

"Aze, you can't let Feng Wuwu go?"

"As long as she leaves Jun Mo Ran, this seat will definitely let her live."

"Watching her being pointed out by a thousand husbands, watching her become the target of everyone, don't you feel distressed at all?"

Baili Heze sighed and said quietly, "The heart of this seat is already dead. ”

"Aze, Feng Wuwu, she didn't do anything wrong. She shouldn't have fallen victim to your revenge! Fu Yeshen held his forehead with his hand, and his eyes shrank.

"I never thought of sacrificing her."

Baili Heze seriously considered that if Feng Wuwu was willing to turn back, he could abandon the blood feud and take her away to fly away.

It's a pity that if there is no if.

Since Feng Wuwu chose Jun Mo Ran, she had to pay the price for her extremely hasty choice.

Early this morning, it was his plot to stop the kite.

Baili Heze originally thought that if Feng Wuwu saw Jimo Zhikite and Jun Mo Ran hugging each other, she should die to him.

Unexpectedly, his plot made the relationship between Jun Moran and Feng Wuwu more intimate.