Ji Mo Zichen smiled evilly, and the banter in his eyes was overflowing, "Ah Ran, is it really just a prey?" If that's the case, when you're tired of playing, can you give it to my brother to play with? ”

Jun Moran frowned slightly, for some reason, he just couldn't listen to anyone talk about Feng Wuwu.

What is "play"? Feng Wuwu is not a puppet to be manipulated!

Moreover, his prey will never allow anyone to play with!

Jun Moran glanced coldly at Jimo Zichen, who was full of smiles and cynicism, and said coldly, "Don't touch him." ”

"Ah Ran, you shouldn't have taken a fancy to him, right?"

Ji Mo Zichen excitedly approached Jun Mo Ran and whispered to him, "I have to say, you have a good eye." Feng Wuwu's kid is the best. Seriously, if you're not interested in him, why don't you give him up to me. ”

Phew-

As soon as Mo Zichen's words fell, a golden chopstick had already crossed the sky, breaking the momentum, and it could be inserted into his high hair crown.

"Ho! Have real skill! ”

Ji Mo Zichen raised his hand and lightly touched the golden chopsticks on the crown of his hair, and glared fiercely at Feng Wuwu with an evil smile in the lobby.

Feng Wuwu didn't want to attack Jimo Zichen, but she couldn't listen to the foul language, and she couldn't hold back for a while and finally made a move.

She originally thought that Jun Mo Ran would stand up for Jimo Zichen, and she had already prepared a justification.

Unexpectedly, Jun Moran didn't blame her at all, and still poured himself a drink calmly.

It's good that this saves her a lot of words.

Feng Wuwu breathed a sigh of relief, and then sat back in his place and indulged in vocal music.

The land of fireworks is like this, and it is customary to whitewash the peace with singing and dancing.

Perhaps because it was none of his business, the people around him seemed to have forgotten the terrifying and terrifying Feng Wuwu who was like a bloodthirsty Shura a quarter of an hour ago, and turned around to drink and have fun by himself.

Chunhong, who was the closest to Feng Wuwu, was still pale and trembling.

She carefully poured the wine for Feng Wuwu, and stumbled, "Gong, Gongzi, please." ”

"Stand down."

Feng Wuwu had no intention of embarrassing Chunhong, and instead hooked his finger towards the iron hand standing at the corner, "Come here, drink with your master." ”

Tie Shou was still a little restrained at first, but seeing that Feng Wuwu's mood continued to decline, he suddenly had an unprecedented desire to protect.

He knew that Feng Wuwu was still troubled by Fang Cai's gossip, so he sat beside Feng Wuwu generously, and took Feng Wuwu into his arms with one hand, "General Feng Xiao, don't be sad. Beili's group of dog mongrels is not worth your concern. ”

"Hmm."

Feng Wuwu responded in a deep voice, Xu was dissatisfied that the wine glass was too shallow, so he threw it aside, and then picked up the wine jug with one hand, tilted his head slightly, poured his cheeks with wine, and drank it in a big gulp.

"Feng, General Feng......"

Tie Shou stared at Feng Wuwu in front of him in surprise, and couldn't stop swallowing his saliva.

In the elegant seat on the second floor, that is, Mo Zichen rubbed his eyes, most of his body had already poured out of his body, and he was engrossed in staring at Feng Wuwu, who was drinking on his back.

Her narrow peach blossom eyes narrowed into a slit, and the slightly upturned tails of her eyes were blessed by the long eyelashes of falling feathers.

"It's a pity that Feng Wuwu doesn't want to be a little girl!"

Jimo Zichen suddenly felt very thirsty, and poured most of the pot of tea one after another, but it still didn't get better.

His mind was full of Feng Wuwu's face dyed red by drunkenness, and under the hazy wine mist, she was as beautiful as a fairy in a painting.

Feng Wuwu was dressed plainly, but it still effortlessly became the most unique scenery in the Drunken Willow Xuan. Rao is a delicate mist Biluo skirt, and she can't compete with her moon-white plain clothes.