When Jun Moran returned to the Divine Calculation Medical Hall, Feng Wuwu was still in a comatose state.

He lifted the futon lightly, hugged Feng Wuwu, whose body was chilling, and lightly covered her lower abdomen with his broad palm.

Feng Wuwu rubbed in his arms and whispered, "Ah Huang, don't make trouble." ”

“………”

Jun Mo was silently embarrassed, she actually treated him as a dog.

However, how can he, a big man, care about these things with the woman he loves?

When he lowered his eyes, his eyes became hot again, if it weren't for the residual poison in her body, he really wanted to take her for himself regardless of it.

"Are you feeling better?"

Jun Moran forcibly suppressed the lust in his body, and his voice was extremely hoarse.

Her eyelashes twitched, and she slowly opened them.

Realizing that Jun Moran had lifted the futon again, Feng Wuwu was annoyed and ashamed, pulled the quilt over, and wrapped himself tightly, "Jun Lan Ran, can you stop looking at it?" ”

Jun Moran did not answer Feng Wuwu's question directly, he pointed to the dazzling array of mooncloth on the couch, and said solemnly, "Do you need this king to change it for you?" ”

"No, no!"

Feng Wuwu blushed, and then noticed the dazzling array of menstrual cloths on the couch, "Jun Lan Ran, where did you get it?" ”

Jun Moran was extremely embarrassed, he didn't want Feng Wuwu to know that he had done such a shameful thing.

"Could it be that you went to the store to buy it yourself?"

Feng Wuwu was shocked, and she was surprised and delighted when she thought that he had run to buy this thing for his own sake and not to be ashamed.

Surprised, greater than happy.

"Don't put it on yet? Need this king to do it for you? ”

Jun Moran quietly changed the topic, and her black and golden eyes swept casually towards Feng Wuwu, so frightened that she didn't dare to ask more.

"Jun Lan Ran, you go out first."

"Why?" Jun Moran asked in a deep voice, he didn't think that he had exceeded the norm for half a minute, why did Feng Wuwu still resist her so much?

Feng Wuwu refused to admit that she would be shy.

Facts speak louder than words, however.

Her crimson cheeks had already betrayed her heart.

Jun Moran stared deeply at Feng Wuwu, who was a little bit of his daughter's shyness, the corners of his lips hooked slightly, got up suddenly, and strode out of the inner room.

Feng Wuwu covered her hot cheeks with her hands, for some reason, she only felt her heartbeat speed and nervousness when she faced Jun Moran.

Today, when facing Jun Lan Ran, she actually has this feeling of heartbeat stalling.

"Alas! Men are seductive. ”

Feng Wuwu sighed heavily, carrying the pink and green mooncloth with one finger, and slandered Jun Mo's taste in his heart was really bad.

Could it be that under his dark brocade robe, there is also a pair of pink profane pants?

Just thinking about it, Feng Wuwu shuddered.

Jun Moran stood outside the door, listening intently to the movement in the inner room.

Until now, he still couldn't believe that Feng Wuwu was a real woman.

lest I wake up from a big dream and rejoice in the air.

Feng Yi and Ling Tianqi waited in the front yard of the hospital for most of the day, but they still didn't see Feng Wuwu wake up, and their hearts were in turmoil.

After hesitating again and again, Feng Yi finally paced to the door of the inner room, and asked Jun Moran modestly and politely, "Dare to ask the regent, is it better to be carefree?" ”

"Hmm."

Jun Moran saw that Feng Yi cared so much about Feng Wuwu, and his heart was very unhappy.

Although, Feng Yi is Feng Wuwu's nominal brother. But the problem is that Feng Wuwu doesn't look like Feng Zhilin's biological daughter no matter how she looks at it.

If Feng Wuwu and Feng Yi are not related by blood, then Feng Yi is very likely to evolve into his rival.

For the rival in love, Jun Moran naturally refused to give him a good look.

Feng Yi saw that Jun Moran's attitude was particularly detached, and he didn't want to bother more, but he was really worried about Feng Wuwu's body, so he turned sideways around Jun Moran, wanting to push the door in and find out.

It's too late, it's too soon.

When Jun Moran raised his hand to push the door with Feng Yi, his wide sleeves were light, and he threw him aside straightforwardly, "This king's people, how can they allow others to watch?" ”

Seeing this, Ling Tianqi hurriedly picked up the vulnerable Feng Yi, "Brother Feng, are you injured?" ”

"It doesn't matter."

Feng Yi always had a warm smile on his face, and with Ling Tianqi's support, he barely straightened his back, and said righteously, "Worry-free is the bloodline of my Feng family, when did you become the regent?" ”

"This king will marry her."

"Ye won't marry you." Feng Wuwu couldn't help but shudder when he thought of Jun Moran's overly magnificent body.

She didn't want to die on the couch of a beautiful man at a young age.

Although the male color is good, it is not as important as a small life.

Jun Moran's face was slightly gloomy, and without saying a word, he directly hugged Feng Wuwu horizontally, "What did you say?" Say it again. ”

Feng Wuwu noticed that he pinched her waist quite punitively, and could only mutter, "Ye doesn't like men." ”

Jun Moran snorted coldly, "This king likes it." ”

“………”

Feng Wuwu saw that Jun Mo was so honest, and he was speechless.

Suddenly, she realized a problem.

Is it Jun Mo Ran who is talking to him now, or is it Jun Lan Ran, his deputy personality?

It stands to reason that Jun Lan Ran only helped her buy the menstrual cloth, and there is no reason to switch back to the main personality so quickly.

It's just that just looking at his arrogant and arrogant appearance, it seems to be more like Jun Moran.

All of a sudden, a thousand ideas popped up in my head.

It's just that she never thought that the person who bought the menstrual cloth for her would be Jun Mo Dye.

"Brother Worry-free, how is the injury?"

Ling Tianqi took a step forward and asked in a hurry about Feng Wuwu, who was being held in Jun Moran's arms.

Although he felt that the posture of the two in front of him was too ambiguous, he boasted that he knew Feng Wuwu very well, and he was not worried that she would fall in love with a man.

In his opinion, a man like Feng Wuwu, who is not close to women and is not good at men, can only rely on matchmakers to be matchmakers in the future to be able to please his daughter-in-law.

"It's all right."

Feng Wuwu replied while struggling to break free from the shackles of Jun Mozhi.

Jun Moran lowered his eyes and looked at Feng Wuwu, who was struggling, and his thin lips opened lightly, "If you dare to move again, this king doesn't mind asking for you immediately." ”