Jimo Yinren's eyes lit up, and he got up and flew towards Jun Mo Ran.

His arms were wrapped tightly around Jun Moran's waistline, and his soft and glutinous bun face rubbed lightly on Jun Moran's chest, "Regent, you are so good." I like you! ”

“………”

Jun Moran doesn't like to be close to people, even if he is his own sister Jun Fu, he doesn't dare to spread joy in his arms.

Right now, Jimo Yinren hugged him uncomfortably.

"Jimo Yinren, let go!"

"Whew, Lord Regent, you're so good to me!"

Jimo Yinren inadvertently caught a glimpse of the Yurongsheng muscle cream in Jun Moran's hand, and was extremely moved.

He stretched out his fleshy little fat hand and said solemnly, "My hand is fine, it is purely because the blood is not smooth due to holding the pen for a long time, and the swelling can be reduced after a short rest." Lord Regent, you'd better quickly take back the Jade Rongsheng Muscle Cream. A hard-to-find cure for injuries, don't waste it. ”

Jun Moran's hand holding the white jade porcelain jar tightened slightly, but his eyes fell on Feng Wuwu's cheek, which was bruised by him.

Unexpectedly, Feng Wuwu touched Jun Moran's eyes, and was busy staring down at the ground, not even giving him a look.

Jun Moran touched a soft nail, and his mood was particularly unhappy.

He was slightly irritable and pushed away Jimo Yinren's hand, and shouted coldly, "Since it's okay, why are you still holding this king?" ”

Jimo Yinren had a bright smile on his face, and asked innocently, "Does the regent really not take medicine for me?" ”

"Within an hour, if you don't finish copying, you will be grounded for one year!"

Jun Mo Ran's face was cold, and the impatience between the lines of his words made Jimo Yinren sober up instantly.

The regent is really still a ruthless regent!

Under the momentum of Jun Mo's dyeing, Jimo Yinren obediently straightened his body, held the wolf pen with difficulty with his trembling hands, and sprinkled ink on the plain white rice paper.

"Feng Wuwu, come here."

Jun Moran coldly glanced at Feng Wuwu, who was silent behind Jimo Yinren, and Feng Wuwu's heart was beating when he heard the demonic voice.

Feng Wuwu sneered, she is not a nerd, how could she throw herself into the net in a daze?

Although Jimo Yinren's backer is not very reliable, he is the emperor of Donglin after all. Jun Mo was angry again, and he wouldn't hit him. Therefore, she can only ensure her own safety by hiding behind Jimo Yinren.

"Feng, none, worry!"

Jun Mo Dye has little patience.

Seeing that Feng Wuwu ignored what he said again, he was so angry that he flew to her, grabbed her ears, and dragged her into his arms.

"Tap, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts......"

Feng Wuwu felt that his ears were about to be wrenched off by him, so he had to soften, "Forgive me, Regent, the little one is so hungry that he is dizzy, and he has some ears behind his ears." ”

Jun Moran realized that he had pinched her, and she let go of her hand, secretly annoyed in her heart.

He had never seen a man with such fine skin and tender flesh, like a fragile vase, and he could not touch it at all.

"Squeamish."

He spit out two words in displeasure, and then threw the Yurongsheng muscle cream into her arms, "Until the wound on your face is healed, you are not allowed to appear in front of this king." ”

"Yes."

Feng Wuwu smiled happily and put the white jade porcelain jar that still had the residual warmth of Jun ink into his sleeve.

According to Jimo Yinren, Yurongsheng Muscle Cream is worth a thousand gold. She was reluctant to use such an expensive thing on her face, and if she took it to auction, wouldn't she become rich overnight?

Moreover, she was reluctant to heal the wound on her face too quickly.

As soon as the bruises faded, it meant that she had to face the moody Jun Mo Ran again.

Jun Moran didn't know what Feng Wuwu was thinking in his heart, he thought that he had done a great good deed, and the gloom in his heart was swept away, and his steps were lighter than usual.