"Feng Wuwu, you have disappointed this king too much."

Jun Mo was angry, no matter how Feng Wuwu explained, it was useless.

He angrily shook off Feng Wuwu's hand that was trying to interlock his fingers, and his face was cold, "What else do you want to do?" ”

"Regent, can you not leave me?"

"Pregnant with Liujia, you still dare to drink and have fun with others? Feng Wuwu, you are simply angry with this king. ”

Jun Mo Ran was keenly aware of the smell of wine on her body, and he didn't want to listen to her explanation, so he went straight into the Ink Dye Pavilion.

Feng Wuwu chased after him, but he still ate a closed door.

She squatted outside the Ink Dye Pavilion, stared at the dark window, and whispered, "Master didn't drink with them and have fun. Yesterday in the drunken willow Xuan, I drank tea. Fang Cai, with Huo Qi, drank all the fetal pills. ”

In the inner room, Jun Mo ran his forehead with his hand, and he had a headache.

Originally, it was just a trivial matter the size of a sesame seed, if it weren't for Fu Yeshen, Huo Qi and others who had been sticking to Feng Wuwu, he wouldn't have been jealous and angry.

Besides, Feng Wuwu really didn't expect Huo Qi and the others to wait in the mansion for a long time, so she really couldn't blame her for this.

He was just a little depressed, and Feng Wuwu actually left him behind for the sake of others, regardless of whether he asked.

After about a quarter of an hour's effort, the anger in Jun Moran's heart dissipated slightly.

He heard that Feng Wuwu had been trying his best to explain outside the Ink Dyeing Pavilion, and he couldn't sit still any longer.

He abruptly got up and was about to push the door open.

Unexpectedly, the two-person-high red lacquered wooden door was smashed towards Feng Wuwu, who was squatting at the door with a blank face.

"Be careful!"

Jun Mo was quick and held on to the wooden door steadily, but Feng Wuwu was almost hit by the plaque that suddenly fell.

She stood up in shock, stared at the sparse plaque in a daze, and said nothing.

"Are you alright?"

Jun Mo was palpitating, and Jiao Sheng asked Feng Wuwu.

He subconsciously wanted to step forward and hug her, but she slowly stepped back.

Feng Wuwu looked at him a little hurtfully, and paused word by word, "Why don't you just listen to the master's explanation?" I really didn't know that there would be so many people in the house, and I never thought that you would make a fool of yourself in front of so many people, and I didn't do anything to drink and have fun. If you get angry and scold me, I can understand that. But smashing me with a plaque is too much. ”

"How can this king be willing to do this to you? Come to think of it, when the king entered the house, he kicked the door too hard, causing the door and plaque to loosen together. ”

"Still want to deny it?"

Feng Wuwu obviously didn't believe what Jun Moran said, she turned her head, only to feel that her heart was like a knife, and she was sad.

From her point of view, it really looked like Jun Moran took off the plaque with his bare hands and smashed it on her.

"Go into the house, have a good talk with this king?"

"Entering the house, is the regent planning to add fists and kicks to the master?"

Feng Wuwu shook his head, and there was obvious loneliness in the narrow peach blossom eyes.

Jun Moran saw that Feng Wuwu misunderstood him so much, and felt very uncomfortable.

After a moment of silence, his thin lips moved slightly, and there was a hint of helplessness in his voice, "In your eyes, this king is really so bad?" ”

Feng Wuwu fell into silence and did not answer.

After she sorted out the big and small things that had happened in the past two days, she said calmly: "It's the master's fault that I suddenly forgot everything about you." ”

Jun Moran felt that Feng Wuwu, who had calmed down, actually made him feel a little flustered.

He replied, "It's not your fault. ”

Feng Wuwu said: "It's also the master's fault to paint on your face." Ye has lost part of his memory, and he has no sense of security at all, so he can only use a relatively clumsy method to disperse those warblers and swallows around you. ”

"This king can understand your feelings, but this king has not given you enough security."

At first, Jun Moran was indeed a little angry.

After all, he had been in a high position for many years, and no one had ever dared to offend him so much.

But when he realized that everything Feng Wuwu did was because of his lack of security, he only felt pity in his heart.

Feng Wuwu was full of energy, and then said: "Ye has never had such a strange idea of accepting a concubine for you. The reason why it should be taken in one bite is only a stopgap measure. However, this matter is also to blame for not being handled properly. ”

Jun Moran saw Feng Wuwu's appearance, and became more and more flustered.

He strode forward, trying to take her into his arms, but she avoided her lightly.

Feng Wuwu's eyes were clear, and his voice was faint, "The reason why I didn't dare to return to the house was purely because I was afraid that you would beat people." The master is strong, but he is very beaten. It's just that if you hurt the dog with the wrong hand, there will inevitably be an indelible gap between you and me. Therefore, the master chose to go to Zuiliuxuan with Fu Yeshen to discuss with him the so-called trick of mastering the husband. ”

When she explained everything clearly, Jun Moran realized that Feng Wuwu, like him, cherished this hard-won relationship.

Even though she lost all memories of him, she still tried to protect it all in her own way, as much as possible.

Jun Mo's throat moved slightly, and he had already begun to regret why he wanted to be angry with her.

He knew that she was extremely insecure, but he was ruthless and pushed her aside.

Inadvertently, the corner of his eye swept the bruise on her wrist, and he blamed himself even more in his heart.

Come to think of it, it must have been when he broke free from her shackles that he accidentally injured her.

"Does your hand still hurt?" Jun Moran didn't know where to start, and was going to look at the bruises on her wrists, but she easily broke free.

"To put it bluntly, it's all small things the size of sesame seeds. Perhaps, it's because we care about each other too much that we make it so unpleasant. Feng Wuwu said in a deep voice.

Jun Moran has rarely seen Feng Wuwu so rational, and his heart is mixed.

He always felt that she was like a child who didn't grow up.

In the end, he was the one she took care of.

Jun Moran gently held her hand, wanting to apologize, but found that it was useless.