Feng Wuwu was only halfway through the thought, his eyelids were already beating wildly, and Jun Moran's good mood also fell to the bottom in a moment.

Smack-

Jun Mo slapped the table case angrily, and changed color, "Feng Wuwu, don't you regret marrying this king?" ”

"Nothing."

Feng Wuwu's eyelids jumped suddenly, and his body moved silently in the direction of the door.

"Get back."

Jun Moran let out a cold drink, which directly shocked her.

Feng Wuwu's back was cold, his legs were weak, and he was so frightened that he froze motionlessly in place, "Ye is pregnant with your cub!" ”

Jun Mo Ran snorted coldly, "In your heart, Jimo Yinren is better than this king?" ”

Feng Wuwu waved his hand again and again, sneering and laughing, "That's not what I mean." Ye is on the side to show off your old man's power. ”

Jun Moran got up suddenly, walked up to her, and looked at her condescendingly.

He raised his chin proudly, and his black-gold eyes were full of rage, "Want to escape? ”

Feng Wuwu tugged at his sleeve and muttered in a low voice, "Master admits his mistake." You can't do anything to you, you're pregnant with your cub. ”

"When did this king do anything to you? You don't even have that faith in this king? Jun Moran asked her a little depressed.

He obviously didn't do anything to her, what was she so afraid of him for?

Even if he has great skills, he will not be her opponent.

All she had to do was hook her finger at him, and he would disarm and surrender whenever and wherever she could.

"You were whipping me yesterday!"

"Drawn? Hurt? This king is just to scare you. ”

Feng Wuwu thought about it for a while, only to realize that it seemed to be what Jun Moran said.

His face did stink, but he never touched her seriously.

Realizing this, she had a little confidence, and she was bold, stretching out her arms to wrap around his strong waist, "The reason why the master is afraid of you being angry is not all because of your prestige, there is another unknown reason. ”

"Tell me about it."

Jun Moran lowered his eyes and looked at Feng Wuwu, who had crashed into his arms, and the anger in his heart dissipated slightly.

In this regard, he also felt deeply helpless.

Ever since he met Feng Wuwu, he has been angry almost every day.

However, every time she was on the verge of going violent, a hug from her, or even a look, could completely extinguish his anger.

"Although Ye is uninhibited and loves freedom, he does not hate your restraints. Maybe I'm used to it, no one cares about the master, and suddenly there is one more person who cares about the master in every detail, and the master wants to 'rebel' while enjoying this feeling. I'm afraid that you will be angry, and you won't care about it anymore. ”

"What kind of reason is that?"

Although Jun Moran was questioning her on his lips, his body was very honest.

Knowing that she was extremely insecure, he hugged her tightly.

Feng Wuwu said matter-of-factly, "Although the master is mighty and unyielding, every time you murder the master, the master is very sad." Lord is so well-behaved, you are still picking thorns! ”

“………”

Jun Moran twitched the corners of his mouth frantically, pinching her increasingly rounded little face in particular confusion.

If she is well-behaved and obedient, he still needs to scare her twice in three days?

"Ink dye, can't you kiss your grandfather's cheeks?"

Feng Wuwu peeked at Jun Moran's gradually softening face, intending to get through with his three-inch incorruptible tongue and the coquettish Dafa he had just learned from Liu Xie.

Jun Moran looked at her delicate and lovely appearance, and his heart moved, and he couldn't help himself.

Sensing the abnormality in his body, he grabbed his arm again and again, "Where are you going?" ”

"Vent the fire."

"Don't go. Yes..."

Feng Wuwu mistakenly thought that Jun Moran was still angry about her diary, and after thinking about it, she had to sacrifice the face she cared about very much for the time being, and try to save him.

"Huh?"

Feng Wuwu pointed to his sandalwood mouth and whispered, "If the fire in your heart is hard to quench, you can indulge it for a while." ”

(End of chapter)