"Brother Wang, can you dine with Fu'er tonight?"

Jun's crooked willow eyebrows frowned slightly, his hands were tightly twisted with pale cyan hibiscus and Ti Jinpa, Jiaoyin was timid, and tears were dotted.

Jun Moran's narrow eyes narrowed slightly, and his blade-like indifferent eyes finally fell on Jun Fu.

He originally planned to let Feng Wuwu accompany him to eat, but after thinking about it, it seemed that he hadn't eaten with Jun Fu for a long time.

Since the moment when Jun Fu used wine to complain to him a few years ago, Jun Moran's good impression of her has become less and less.

Who would have thought that his sister, who had sacrificed his life to protect him, turned out to be in vain and always wanted to climb into his bed!

This is indeed a headache for him, who is accustomed to solving problems with violence.

"Brother Wang, can you accompany Fu'er?"

Seeing that Jun Moran did not answer, Jun Fu took a step forward eagerly, tugged at his arm, and begged softly.

As soon as she approached, the beautiful fragrance seemed to have grown feet, and her brain poured into her nose.

The mayflies were stained with a sweet and greasy aroma in the dust, which caused Feng Wuwu, who was already suffering from the cold, to sneeze several times in a row.

"Lord's neck!"

Feng Wuwu exclaimed, his neck hurting and bursting into tears.

Seeing this, Jun Mo Ran didn't have the heart to pay attention to Jun Fu.

"Mama Wang, take care of the county lord."

He coldly put down a sentence, then bypassed Jun Fu and walked straight to the Ink Dye Pavilion.

"Don't worry, the old slave will take care of the county lord." Mama Wang smiled and replied respectfully.

"Everyone is gone, who are you doing the show for?" Jun Fu glanced at Mama Wang coldly, and her tone was not good.

Mama Wang held the delicate leaf in her hand and smiled meaningfully, "County Lord, if you can't bear it, you will make a big plan." ”

"What Mama said is very true."

Jun Fu's eyes deepened, and when she thought of the Hongmen banquet carefully set up by her and Mama Wang to deal with Feng Wuwu, the anger in her heart dissipated in an instant.

No matter what, Feng Wuwu is at best a face that can't be on the stage, and her Jun Fu is Jun Moran's sister-in-law.

Which is near and which is farther, Jun Mo dyes his heart, there should be a number, right?

"Ahh

Feng Wuwu seemed to sense that someone was arranging her behind her back, and sneezed several times in succession.

She blew her nose and rubbed her hand on Jun Mo's wet middle coat, "There are always Diao people who want to harm the master." ”

"Are you deliberately provoking this king?"

Jun Moran's voice soared suddenly, and he turned a question sentence into an affirmative sentence.

He let go of his hand suddenly, and coldly watched Feng Wuwu, whose neck was stiffened in his arms, fall to the ground.

Feng Wuwu covered his neck with one hand and his aching buttocks with the other, and said with a sneer, "The regent is really joking." What good will it do me to provoke you? ”

"Next time, watch your head."

Jun Mo Ran snorted coldly, and then threw her into a dark room in the Ink Dye Pavilion that had been unpopular for a long time, "You are not allowed to leave the house without the permission of this king." ”

"Oh."

Feng Wuwu's chick nodded like a peck of rice, as long as Jun Mo didn't enter the house, she would be able to stay out of the house for a long time.

As soon as Jun Moran walked on her front foot, she collapsed to the ground stiffly.

Her neck hurts, her buttocks throb, and her soaked clothes stung her rain-soaked skin.

However, these pains are nowhere near the devastating heartache caused by the loss of a million silver tickets.

In all fairness, Jun Moran seems to be much more tolerant of her than others.

If she is willing to be obedient, her small life should be quite comfortable.

But she was born rebellious, and she couldn't see Jun Mo's arrogance of not knowing the height of the sky.

Therefore, she always spares no effort to violate his bottom line.

Knock Knock Knock –

Chasing the wind knocked on the door, forcibly suppressed the excitement in his heart, and said seriously, "General Fengxiao, I put the change of clothes outside the house." ”

"There's Brother Lao Chasing."

Feng Wuwu wanted to say thank you to Chasing Wind in person, but when she opened the door, Chasing Wind had already run away.

She lowered her eyes and looked at the pink robe that was neatly stacked in the doorway, and she was particularly confused.

Is it possible, chasing the wind or a women's clothing boss?

Wrong! Could it be that Jun Moran was suspicious of her, and specially asked Chaifeng to send such a women's shroud, ready to send her to the west? !