Tears? Ji Li subconsciously reached out and touched his face, and sure enough, his hand was cold: "This is a misunderstanding." She felt that this was really terrible, and she carried the black pot to the original owner for no reason, and was affected by the emotions of the original owner.

Presumably, according to Zuo Modu's arrogant appearance, no one should think about this pass.

Zuo Modu: "You'd better bless him not to appear in front of me for the rest of his life." He gritted his teeth, and his eyes were filled with humiliated hatred.

Which man can stand such grievances, not to mention that he is Zuo Modu, the high-ranking Zuo Modu, and the Zuo Modu of the uncrowned king of Pingjing.

He didn't love Shi Ji Li Yuan so much, but he would never allow his wife to love others deeply: "Otherwise, you know what the fate is." ”

Ji Li couldn't stand the grievances: "It's a misunderstanding, why don't you forgive." As soon as she spoke quickly, she didn't deliberately hold it, and the graceful tone of the Jiangnan woman disappeared, revealing a gangster similar to Zuo Modu.

"Even now, you still want to protect him." Zuo Modu naturally didn't believe it.

Ji Li rolled her eyes, it was Shi Ji Li who had something to do with the scholar, and it was not her, what was she protecting the scholar for.

But if the original owner also has a wish, it will probably be to protect him?

She subconsciously set the old idea, and then thought that it was wrong, Meng Po said that in the future, she could not do tasks, as long as she lived well, it was enough.

Seeing that she was silent, Zuo Modu only thought that she was hit by herself and had nothing to say, and he was even more angry.

"I protect him, who protects me?"

Although Zuo Modu's behavior would not come up and strangle her, the feeling of constantly exposing her murderous aura still made her a little uncomfortable.

Zuo Modu seemed to pause, and the aura on his body was not so low.

Ji Li breathed a sigh of relief, I don't know whether to blame Zuo Modu for not understanding a patient, or to blame this body for being too timid, knowing that Zuo Modu is not easy to provoke, he still wants to provoke, and in the end he scared himself tremblingly: "How many times do you have to mention the matter of Chen Sesame and rotten grain." ”

Zuo Modu didn't laugh angrily: "So, is it reasonable for you to call other men's names in your dreams?" ”

Ji Li shook his head: "You only heard me call his name, but you don't know why I called." ”

Zuo Modu looked at her and didn't speak, his attitude was obviously to let her speak clearly.

"I dreamed that he was dead, I killed him, and the Buddha told me that if I didn't want him to come back to take revenge, I would call his name three times, how dare I bear this, so naturally I called it."

Zuo Modu looked at her mockingly: "You screamed a total of eleven times." ”

Ji Li: "......"

Zuo Modu: "How do you explain this?" ”

"Isn't it prepared, call a few more words of insurance."

Zuo Modu paced over, stopped beside her bed, leaned down slightly, and the cold, calloused hand fell on her neck and rubbed heavily.

It felt like she was going to strangle her, Ji Li hurriedly said: "You can not believe me, but don't doubt yourself, do you think you are not even as good as a male student?" Believe it or not, I'm here for today's conversation, and I'm usually called by your name. ”

She spoke quickly, just explaining, ignoring logic.

The hand that moved on his neck stopped, and Ji Li crashed into his bottomless eyes, and in those dark eyes, it seemed that there was a glacier that did not see the sun all year round, and Zuo Modu suddenly smiled.