Jun Moran's narrow eyes narrowed slightly, and Terra opened the collar of his middle shirt, grabbed Feng Wuwu's hand, and pressed towards his waist and abdomen.

He remembered that Feng Wuwu seemed to like the bulging veins on his abdominal muscles very much, and he used the wine to provoke her unscrupulously.

"The king drank several jars of wine, and was drunk. If you accidentally insult you, you must forgive this king. ”

The corners of Junmo's lips are lightly raised, and his voice is magical and magnetic.

"How many cylinders?"

Feng Wuwu blinked and asked matter-of-factly, "Is it normal to excrete?" Alcohol addiction hurts the body and kidneys, and even worse, it is very likely to cause a little relief. ”

“………”

He just wanted to find an excuse to get close to her, and she was so good that she asked him about his excretion!

Incomprehensible!

Diehard!

Bell –

On the other side of the brightly lit moat, gongs and drums are noisy, and the voices of people are boiling, and the water of Yingying River is sparkling.

Feng Wuwu's charming peach blossom eyes are lit up by a variety of lights.

"It is rumored that the woman who has won the first place in Qunfanghui has the opportunity to choose her own husband?" She asked him in a deep voice, her thoughts drifting away with the sound of gongs and drums.

"That's true."

"What if you were chosen?" Feng raised his eyes without worry, and the warning in his eyes was obvious.

"The king has not thought about it. In the past six years, the selected individuals have all been Baili Heze. ”

"Baili Heze is really married?"

"He killed them all."

Hearing this, Feng Wuwu shuddered.

It's just that there is one thing she still can't figure out.

In her opinion, Jun Mo's feminine fate is not inferior to Baili Heze at all.

But why does the Oiran lady always pick the Baili River without exception?

What she didn't know was that in the past six years, there were actually three Oiran girls who had picked Jun Mo Ran.

However, Jun Mo was troublesome, so he straightforwardly packed people and went to Ziyang Temple.

After a while, Feng Wuwu came back to his senses and muttered in a low voice, "How do I feel about this year's Qun Fanghui, the probability of you being selected is much greater than that of Baili Heze?" ”

She stared fixedly at the bustling scene on the other side of the river, tugging at Jun Moran's sleeve, "Take me to see it." ”

Jun Mo Ran originally wanted to send her back to the Divine Calculation Medical Center first, but he really couldn't bear Feng Wuwu swaying in front of people wearing this low-necked waist-cinching skirt.

But seeing her eyes glazed over, staring intently at the crowded other side of the river, and not wanting to ruin her interest, she had to pick up the dark brocade robe that had been left on the ground and drape it on her again.

Jun Mo's black-gold eyes were fixed on Feng Wuwu's extremely low neckline, and he said with emotion, "Compared with ordinary women, it is indeed flatter." ”

Feng Wuwu's head was full of black lines, and he covered his chest angrily, "Since you are so disgusted, you should look away!" ”

"Little thing, fried again?"

Jun Mo's thin lips swept past her ears, and her voice was low and mellow, "Rest assured that you will hand over your body to this king." This king works hard, and naturally he can catch up. ”

"Shameless..."

Feng Wuwu said this, but her eyes unconsciously looked down, she felt that her figure was not as bad as Jun Moran said.

Jun Moran just said it casually, he didn't expect Feng Wuwu to care so much.

For a while, he didn't know how to coax her.

After a moment of silence, he said with great sincerity, "Fit is the most important thing. The king will see at a glance that you and the king are very suitable in every way. ”

Feng Wuwu snorted coldly, didn't pay attention to him, and only made a note in his heart.

Since she is so dissatisfied, it is best not to do anything to her from now on.

Otherwise, see once, hit once!

Jun Moran had never coaxed other women, and she was a little flustered at the moment, not knowing how to make up for it, so she had to hope that the Qunfang feast could divert her attention.

After putting on the veil for her, he picked her up horizontally, skimmed the sparkling moat, and flew towards the opposite bank.

He lowered his eyes to look at Feng Wuwu, who looked a little hasty, and asked in a deep voice, "Does your stomach still hurt?" ”

Feng Wuwu shook it, she was just purely afraid of water, plus she didn't know how to work lightly, so she didn't have a sense of security.

However, after Jun Moran reminded her like this, she suddenly cheered up and asked him curiously, "Menstrual cloth, did you buy it?" ”

Originally, Jun Mo Ran had forgotten about this stubble.

At this time, he recalled the embarrassment at that time, and his ears exploded.

Seeing this, Feng Wuwu became more and more interested, "Tell me quickly, but someone makes you feel sorry for you, or scolds you for being perverted?" ”

Jun Moran freed up a hand and covered her mouth and nose tightly, "Say one more word, and this king will let you see what a real pervert is." ”

As soon as he said this, Feng Wuwu was immediately silenced, and An An curled up in his arms, not daring to come out.

When Jun Mo Ran hugged Feng Wuwu and walked into everyone's sight again, the noise stopped abruptly in a moment.

Everyone had a hellish expression, rubbing their eyes again and again, and they still couldn't believe that Jun Moran was holding a woman and swaggering through the market.

Feng Wuwu especially enjoyed the feeling of being in the spotlight, and she was about to wave to the spectators, when Jun Moran swept her eyes, and she had to fold her hands on her abdomen in an orderly manner, nesting in his arms and pretending to be dead.

Jimo Zhikite turned her head slightly, she saw that Jun Moran was so attentive to the woman in her arms, and she couldn't help but feel a sense of sadness.

Before this, she could still comfort herself that Jun Mo had a pure heart and few desires, and she had not yet enlightened herself in love affairs.

Now, seeing that he gave all the tenderness he had never had in the past to the woman in his arms, Jimo Zhikite couldn't hold back the grievances in his heart, and was busy covering most of his face with his cuffs, and quietly wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes.

Jun Moran turned a deaf ear and sat down again in the center of the stage.

He pressed Feng Wuwu to his lap and said in a deep voice, "Sit obediently." ”

Through the thin veil, Feng Wuwu still blushed in embarrassment.

Subconsciously, she already thinks of herself as a man.

How can a manly man who stands up to the sky and the earth sit on a person's lap so twisted and twisted?

No way!

If you want to sit, it should be Jun Mo Ran sitting on her lap.

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