The knobly jointed fingers pinched Murong Le's chin in an instant, Murong Bojing lowered his head, and his handsome face enlarged in front of her eyes......

Murong Le's jaw hurt, her mouth was forced to open, and she looked at him blankly, her expression was a little painful, and she gritted her teeth.

Murong Bojing's left hand was placed on her melon seed face, stroking it again and again, her expression flickering brightly and darkly, making it difficult to figure out.

"For Cheng Jin, you just say you don't know, for the uncle, you say you don't like it, is the uncle hurting you in vain?"

Murong Bojing's voice was cold to the bone marrow, staring at her gloomily, his eyes were cold, like an emotionless killer.

Murong Le's pupils contracted slightly, he wanted to turn his face away, he didn't dare to look at his uncle, his expression was a little cringe and aggrieved.

"Uncle is very good, Xiaole likes it too, just now I just said the wrong thing the fastest time."

The little woman lowered her eyes, so that Murong Bojing could not see her clear eyes clearly, and it was difficult to detect her emotions, truth or falsehood.

"Huh--"

Murong Bojing spit out a word coldly, looking at her aggrieved little appearance, she knew that it was a lie, and she was quick for a while?

It is said that people's first reaction is usually the truest will of the human heart.

"Xiao Jin is not something you can think of, you'd better stay away from him."

Murong Bojing said lightly, his younger brother knew best, he was a big boy who was not deeply involved in the world, and he would be confused by Murong Le's appearance.

Murong Le's eyes widened, and he glanced at Murong Bojing in shock, what the hell?

She and Cheng Jin are both free people, why can't she think about Cheng Jin, it's really ridiculous, didn't the Qing Dynasty perish a long time ago?

Love has long been free!

"It's not your turn to interfere in the matter between me and Cheng Jin, he likes me, I like him, it's his love for me, consensual, and ...... willing"

Murong Le said this deliberately, because he was angry with his uncle at first, but now his tone is a little rushed, and he is still angry!

Murong Bojing's face is even darker, he likes to control others, especially his women, Murong Le has to listen to him in everything!

"Remember, you're mine!"

Murong Bojing's fingers suddenly forced, pinched her chin hard, pinched her red, and roared.

Hoarse, with bulging green tendons, and a gloomy expression, Murong Le felt scared when he looked at him, and looked at him blankly.

She wanted to say no, but she felt bad when she thought about it, and the atmosphere suddenly fell silent......

After that night, the two fell into a cold war mode, did not speak to each other, and met at home with expressionless faces.

Murong Le didn't take the initiative to talk to Murong Bojing, and he didn't say it, Murong Mom and Grandpa were both sensitively aware of it, so they could only create an opportunity for the two to communicate on the side, but they were all ignored by Murong Le.

Murong Bojing's face was stinky and cloudy all day long.

The arrival of the Chinese New Year's Eve added a joyful color to the imperial capital, and the trees on both sides of the street were hung with red lanterns.

Bei Shaohan made an appointment with Qiao Taro Xin, played outside during the day, and went to Beijia for Chinese New Year's Eve dinner at night, and the itinerary was full.

On the morning of the Chinese New Year's Eve, Bei Shaohan got up early in the morning, took a bath, and blew himself a handsome hairstyle.

"Big brother, let's wear this dress!"

Xiaobao had already known about Bei Shaohan and Qiao Taroxin's dating plan, and he also followed noisily, and got Qiao Taroxin's consent.

Bei Shaohan lowered his head, his eyes fell on the clothes Xiaobao was holding, and a dark light flashed in his narrow phoenix eyes.

Isn't this the parent-child outfit they bought last time they went shopping?