"I am the man of your heart."

Mo Yan replied to Jun Muhan with Jun Muhan's words when he replied to Shangguan Yan.

Jun Muhan pursed his thin lips, and the breath around his body suddenly turned cold, but a face inadvertently appeared in his mind—the face on the jade carving.

Jun Muhan shook his head and threw that unforgettable face out of his mind.

But he didn't refute Mo Yan's sentence just now, but directly skipped the topic.

"If you don't want Benjun to throw you down, you can go down by yourself."

Even he thought it was very weird.

He's ...... Bewitched by a four- or five-year-old girl?

How is this possible?

Jun Muhan's face was dark, and he couldn't wait for the little girl to go down by herself, so she wanted to throw the person away again, but who knew that the little doll in her arms wrinkled pitifully, "It hurts." My leg seems to be hurting. ”

Jun Muhan actually didn't believe it.

How can he save people with his skills and still hurt people?

However, it is one thing for him to think so in his heart, but it is another thing for his words and deeds.

He watched as he uncontrollably carried the little girl to the bottom of the tree and leaned against her, then rolled up her little trouser legs, squinted and carefully picked up the pair of thin white calves.

"Where did you get hurt?"

Mo Yan's eyes were hot, but her pink little lips hooked up a bright smile, "My whole body is hurt, especially my heart." ”

She suddenly grabbed Jun Muhan's hand and pressed it to her heart.

"Jun Muhan, I hurt so much here."

Mo Yan's sudden action made Jun Muhan feel that his palm was hot, and he almost burned.

He jerked his hand away, slightly embarrassed.

Was he molested by a little girl?

And he's still damn heartbeat!?

He doesn't have any special hobbies!

Jun Muhan twisted his eyebrows, wanting to stay away from this little thing, but his scalp tightened, and the few strands of long hair scattered on his shoulders were gently pulled by a small hand.

"Jun Muhan, I will cure you."

Mo Yan's voice was hoarse, and his big eyes were full of water, "Although your silver-haired appearance is also very handsome, I ...... I still like the way you look brunette......"

Jun Muhan twisted his eyebrows, he wanted to use spiritual power to shake the little girl away, but when he saw the sad look on that little face, his heart was also stabbed.

He moved his thin lips to say something, but found that he couldn't say a word.

Looking closely at the undried tears on her face, he felt that part of his heart was extremely uncomfortable, and after a long time, he finally spit out this sentence in a low voice, "It's so ugly to cry." ”

Mo Yan, who was originally sad, almost slapped him in the face.

She remembered what they looked like when they first met, and her emperor was this low-EQ appearance that made people want to shoot him to death.

"Okay, I won't cry anymore."

Mo Yan wiped the tears off his face.

Since her Junmei came to the door, she naturally has no reason to let go.

It doesn't matter if he remembers her or not, she just needs to keep him on a tight leash.

Taking a deep breath, Mo Yan calmed down the churning emotions in his heart.

"Jun Muhan, you remember. My name is Mo Yan, and from today onwards, you will be my person. Your heart, your people, and your life are mine, no woman can covet you, and you are not allowed to be touched by other women, not a single hair. ”

At this time, Jun Muhan didn't pay too much attention to what Mo Yan said?

He only remembered the word "Moyan".

When he heard the name, the churning pain in his heart rushed straight to him.

Again, he ...... Moved to kill......

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