"General Feng, you are so good-looking."

Iron Hand looked at Feng Wuwu stupidly, his face turned crimson.

Before, Chasing Feng always said that Feng Wuwu and Jun Mo Ran were very compatible, but he didn't think so.

Today, I was able to peek at Feng Wuwu's stunning beauty up close, and I realized that she and Jun Moran were really right.

Feng Wuwu drank to the top of his head, and his temper was more fiery than usual.

She raised her hand and landed a palm on the back of the iron hand's head, and the stars in her blurry peach blossom eyes were drunk.

Rao is wine is up, she is delirious, and her small mouth still hasn't stopped, "I said iron hand, you iron mouth will talk nonsense!" The word 'good-looking' is used to describe the girl's family, and I don't like to hear it. Ye is a seven-foot man with magnificent male characteristics, countless romantic affairs, and a basket of pink confidants can't be filled. ”

"General Feng, are you drunk?"

Tie Shou was silently embarrassed, he was just telling the truth, how could Feng Wuwu be so serious?

"I'm not drunk!"

Feng Wuwu puffed out his face angrily, pushed his iron hand to the ground, and then staggered to his feet.

She crossed her hands on her hips, stepped on the bench with one foot, and said something in her mouth, "Feng Zhilin, you dog offal!" ”

"When the master steps on the north glass, he will smile and see you kneeling and begging for mercy."

"Hokudo Riyin, what's so great about you? In my opinion, Chunhong is much more beautiful than you! ”

………

After several tosses, Feng Wuwu suddenly squatted on the ground and whispered in frustration, "I'm too difficult." The family is unfortunate, I admit it. Why did you provoke the Great Demon King of the Mixed World? That bastard is fierce and vicious, moody, and scornful on the grounds of rubbing medicine. The master was picked up and down, inside and out, and his self-esteem was all crushed by his feet......"

"General Fengxiao, you're really drunk."

The iron hand was pushed by Feng Wuwu, and his ribs ached faintly, and he couldn't get up for a while.

Feng Wuwu glanced coldly at the paralyzed iron hand, and suddenly, it bounced three feet away like lightning, "You don't want to touch porcelain!" Ye didn't push you, Ye pushed loneliness. ”

Jun Moran leaned against the gan, listening calmly to Feng Wuwu's sometimes sweet and crispy, sometimes pitiful, and sometimes pretending to be a fierce little milk voice.

Unconsciously, there was a touch of confusion in his dark and golden eyes.

Feng Wuwu said all those ridiculous things, why didn't he have any impression?

Moreover, he has always been clean and self-conscious, how could he slighten her on the grounds of rubbing medicine?

Could it be the night his heart disease recurred......

Thinking that he had done it to Feng Wuwu, Jun Moran was slightly embarrassed to wipe his spotless hands with a brocade.

"Damn it!"

He wiped his hands again and again, but his fingertips still seemed to have the smell of Feng Wuwu.

Jimo Zichen looked at the manic Jun Moran in a daze, and asked inexplicably, "Ah Ran, should you be out of the court without paper and wiped it with your hands, right?" ”

Fortunately, Jun Mo Ran was completely immersed in his own world at this time, unable to extricate himself. Otherwise, if he heard what Jimo Zichen said, he would have to tilt his head.

"Up and down?"

"Inside and out!"

Jun Moran pondered what Feng Wuwu said, and he couldn't accept that he had a skin-to-skin relationship with a man.

Not only that, but he seems to have studied people up and down, inside and out!

Thinking like this, Jun Mo suddenly felt that his fingertips were hot and itchy. At the same time, a stream of hot air burst out from the dantian, penetrating the limbs and hundreds of bones in an instant.

"What a dirty thing!"

He shook his ink sleeves in disgust, annoyed and angry, and inexplicably had the urge to send Feng Wuwu to be a eunuch.