Tonight, he and Gu Nanfeng sneaked into the Lingfeng Restaurant, investigated one by one, and finally saw Qiu Rushui on the top floor of the Lingfeng Restaurant.

The reason why he can recognize him at a glance is because of the portrait of Qiu Rushui that Si Ming brought back a few days ago.

He thought that Qiu Rushui went to Donglin alone, which was bound to be to cut the grass and eradicate the roots.

It's just that he can't bear to tell Feng Wuwu this cruel fact.

On the couch, Feng Wuwu tossed and turned, tossing and turning, tossing and turning for a while, and still couldn't sleep.

She secretly turned her head and peeked at Jun Moran who was lying on the ground motionless with the slanted light out of the corner of her eye.

"Jun Mo Ran, are you cold?" Feng Wuwu asked him softly.

He wanted to reply, but suddenly his heart paused to see what Feng Wuwu planned to do to him, so he breathed steadily and continued to pretend to be asleep.

Feng Wuwu didn't get a response, so he first grinded on the couch for a while.

Xu felt that he couldn't go, so he crept down to the bed, lightly took out the spare bedding in the low cabinet, and immediately covered it for Jun Modye.

The corners of Jun Mo's lips were lightly raised, and he secretly rejoiced in his heart.

Unexpectedly, this little thing is quite good at taking care of people.

What surprised him even more was that Feng Wuwu did not go to the bed, but lay on his side, naturally leaning on his shoulder.

"Although, some words don't fit the tone of the master, but the master really wants to share it with you."

Feng Wuwu suddenly stretched out his hand and gently pinched Jun Mo's cheek, "Little blood vessel, how can you look so good?" Just to the heart. ”

Jun Moran couldn't cry or laugh, he thought that Feng Wuwu was going to confide in him some secret, but he didn't think that this little thing would rub his face for a while, just to praise him for his good looks.

"One more thing, I don't know if you're interested in hearing it."

Feng Wuwu lightly held Jun Mo's dyed face and pecked at his thin lips.

Jun Moran closed his eyes tightly, and endured cold sweat on his forehead.

However, he didn't dare to act rashly, so he just blindly pretended to sleep, waiting for Feng Wuwu to tell him her unknown secrets.

"This man, damn sweet."

Feng Wuwu pecked his lips for a while, and finally let go of him contentedly.

Jun Mo Ran twitched the corners of his mouth frantically, he didn't think that any part of his body could be described as sweet.

"Tonight, Baili Heze told me that he only brought me back to Ziyangguan in a daze a few days ago, and he didn't do anything wrong to me."

Feng Wuwu said in a low voice, she only dared to mention these words when Jun Mo was asleep.

Jun Moran's eyelids moved slightly, he was really surprised that Baili Heze was just lying to Feng Wuwu, and he was even more surprised that Feng Wuwu would tell him the truth in this way.

It seems that in her heart, he has taken his place.

Realizing this, Jun Moran raised his arm slightly, took Feng Wuwu into his arms, and then continued to pretend to be asleep.

Feng Wuwu's heart was beating like a drum, and he had already thought of thousands of excuses in his mind, wanting to prevaricate him.

Fortunately, he just seemed to roll over.

After a moment of silence, Feng Wuwu saw that he had not woken up, and he also fell asleep in his arms.

Her hand subconsciously wanted to pick his belly button, but she was confused by the bursting blood vessels on his abdominal muscles halfway, and the cold fingertips touched the soft blood vessels, which felt very good.

Jun Moran lowered his eyes and glanced at his wide open clothes, helpless.

The little thing in his arms was a little unreasonable.

She has always done whatever she wants with him, kneading and stroking, and she never falls.

But he can only behave with her.

The hand can only be fixed on the waist forever, not allowed to go up, not allowed to go down, not allowed to knead, not allowed to pinch.

Knock Knock Knock –

Outside the house, there was an instantaneous knock on the door.

Chasing the wind stiffened, pointed to the crack in the door, and whispered, "Wang, are you in the house?" After the county lord of Junfu sobered up, he learned that you had promised her to Prince Yunqin, and he cried in the Fanghua Pavilion, which made the palace restless. At this moment, she was crying and shouting that she was going to hang herself, so that you could take back your life. ”

Jun Moran frowned, and whispered, "Let her go." If you don't get married, forget it. ”

Jun Moran has no good impression of Jun Fuzheng, but then again, she is his nominal sister.

Therefore, in many things, he did not force her to a dead end.

If she is willing to marry, he will use strong means to coerce Yun Feibai, so that she can sit firmly on the throne of the crown princess and enjoy the glory and live a stable life.

If she didn't plan to marry Yun Feibai, the regent palace wouldn't be unable to support her and the fetus in her womb.