The regent will surely live a long life. ”

Feng Wuwu's smile crooked, and he said especially firmly.

Although Jun Moran didn't hear a satisfactory answer, he was in a good mood when he saw her trust him so much.

He picked her up horizontally and said in a deep voice: "Don't act recklessly in the future, this king doesn't want you to make any more mistakes." ”

"Got it."

Feng Wuwu nodded, and said with some guilt: "It's all strange that the master can't hold his breath." ”

"If you lose the east, you will reap the mulberry."

Jun Mo Ran hooked his lips and smiled, obviously not taking this matter to heart.

He can obviously stop Feng Wuwu, and wait for the first pavilion in the world to gather all the people, and then capture Ziyang Temple in one fell swoop.

But Feng Wuwu suddenly lost his memory and forgot all about him.

Rather than revenge, he hoped that Feng Wuwu would fall in love with him in a short time.

And disasters often become the touchstone of feelings. Therefore, Jun Moran made up his mind to take a risk, and accompanied her into the Ziyang Temple regardless of it.

He knew that the first step in winning Feng Wuwu's heart again was to gain her trust.

At this moment, Feng Wuwu was staring intently at Jun Mo's handsome face, smirking while wiping the saliva marks from the corners of his lips.

"Regent, you look like you're delicious."

"Hungry?"

Only then did Jun Moran recall that after Feng Wuwu woke up, he had not eaten.

He picked her up gently, his voice low and magnetic, "After this king feeds you, shouldn't you also say something?" ”

Feng Wuwu's face turned red, and she always felt that Jun Mo was deliberately teasing her.

She buried her head in his heart to hide her crimson cheeks, "It's not impossible. ”

Jun Mo Ran: "......"

He originally thought that after Feng Wuwu lost his memory, he would resist him like before.

Unexpectedly, she seems to be more enthusiastic than before her amnesia.

Feng Wuwu saw that he was in a good mood, and asked tentatively: "Master has a small question, I don't know if to ask?" ”

"Tell me about it."

"After your old man's death, will your family wealth belong to your father?"

Jun Mo was stained with black lines all over his head, and he said that Feng Wuwu would never be so peaceful.

No, as soon as I lost my memory, I learned to pretend to be clever.

Looking at her like this, it is very likely that she will do the bastard thing of murdering her husband...

"Feng Wuwu, you'd better give this Wang An some points."

"Just asking, nothing else."

Feng Wuwu smiled, although she lost part of her memory, she vaguely remembered in her mind that Jun Mo was not only powerful in the world, but also very wealthy.

"Raise the fetus with peace of mind, and don't run around."

"Regent, why are you always vicious? Is it that you are not sweet enough, or are you already empathetic? Feng Wuwu muttered dissatisfiedly.

"Something without conscience. In the blink of an eye, he forgot all about this king, and he was embarrassed to suspect that this king was empathetic. ”

Jun Moran's tone was quite sour, even if Gu Nanfeng comforted him, Feng Wuwu forgot about him because he cared too much about him.

But he was still very uncomfortable.

Feng Wuwu didn't notice Jun Moran's emotions, she suddenly raised her eyes and looked at him innocently, "If, your old man is in a bad mood one day, and he throws a letter of resignation to the master with a wave of his hand, can the master get a share of your old man's lost family property?" ”

Jun Mo Ran: "......"

He really wanted to tell Feng Wuwu that all his net worth was in her hands, and what was his was hers.

But seeing that Feng Wuwu actually had the intention of reconciling with him, he was so angry that he almost threw her down on the spot.

"Regent, are you talking?"

"Impossible."

Jun Moran's face was dark, and his voice was cold.

His original intention was that in this life and this life, Feng Wuwu would never want to reconcile with him.

Feng Wuwu mistakenly thought that Jun Moran refused to share her property, and his mood changed sharply, "Master doesn't need you to hold it, you let it go." ”

"Really?"

"No, I don't."

Feng Wuwu broke away from Jun Moran's embrace and rushed forward in a huff.

Jun Mo followed behind her unhurriedly, but her black-gold eyes frequently swept to the corners.

Although Yun Feibai successfully escaped from Donglin, some of the Yun Qin courtiers were unwilling to return in vain.

They made up their minds to use Jun Moran's power to fight against the brutal and unkind Yun Minxing and Yun Feibai father and son.

Right now, all forces are still lurking in the shadows, monitoring his every move in real time.

Jun Moran naturally would not let go of Yun Minxing, who had committed a lot of crimes, but he didn't plan to make a big deal at this juncture.

Seeing that Jun Mo Ran had not followed for a long time, Feng Wuwu stopped suddenly, turned around quickly, and strode towards Jun Mo Ran.

She didn't say a word, her arms wrapped around Jun Moran's arm, and she leaned on him, unwilling to let go.

"What's wrong?"

Jun Moran came back to his senses and asked slowly.

"I'm a little scared." Feng Wuwu looked worried, clutching his collar with both hands, afraid of being left behind by him.

"Afraid of what?"

"I don't know why, there will always be a sense of gain and loss in my heart, as if I miss you, I will regret it for the rest of my life."

Jun Moran originally thought that after Feng Wuwu lost his memory, the only person who suffered from gains and losses was himself.

Seeing Feng Wuwu clinging to him like this, a warmth suddenly appeared in his heart, "Whether you remember the past or not, this king will love you as always." ”

Feng Wuwu leaned lazily into his arms and responded softly, "Ye will also work hard." ”

(End of chapter)