Mo Yan was holding the mirror in a daze, and suddenly, the sound of the door being opened came from behind him.

Thinking it was Jun Muhan, Mo Yan turned his head happily, but found that he still couldn't make a sound.

I'll go!

What's the situation?

Jun Muhan banned her in this body again?

It was not Jun Muhan standing at the door of the room, but Nangong Ye.

Nangong Ye looked at Mo Yan's appearance that he wanted to speak but couldn't speak, and couldn't help coughing with a strange expression: "That...... I figured you should be awake too, so I'll come in and make sure. ”

Actually, where did he want to see?

It was clearly asked to come by an emperor who was still angry.

Mo Yan stroked his throat and twisted his eyebrows.

What about Jun Muhan?

She asked silently.

"You're looking for the Emperor, aren't you? That ......" Nangong Ye's expression became more and more strange, "He said that he didn't want to see you for the time being. ”

Mo Yan: "......"

This man is really mad.

After a moment of deep silence, Mo Yan walked to the desk, picked up a pen and wrote a sentence on the paper, and then handed it to Nangong Ye.

Nangong Ye took it and glanced at the words on the note, almost not collapsing, but under the gaze of Mo Yan's cold gaze, he still forcibly held back.

"Okay, I'll give it to him for you."

Nangong Ye sighed softly.

Hey, why is he so miserable? The eldest young master of the dignified Nangong family turned out to be a scribe who delivered letters.

This little couple has an awkward relationship, but he is the one who is tired!

Seeing Nangong Ye leave, Mo Yan also sat down at the table depressed.

She's been really involved with mutes lately.

She felt the pain of not being able to speak.

But what does Jun Muhan mean? He muffled her voice, didn't want to listen to the rhythm of her explanation?

But if she doesn't explain, how can he resolve that breath in his heart?

Are they going to continue the Cold War like this?

Well, if he has the ability, he really doesn't want to see her.

Mo Yan played with the teacup in her hand boredly, and while thinking wildly, she suddenly sensed a familiar aura approaching here.

Her body is back, and some strength is slowly recovering, but the wound on her chest is a little heavy, and I am afraid that she will not be able to return to the peak state before for a while.

I felt that the familiar aura had arrived at the door, but I stopped and didn't walk in directly.

Mo Yan stared at the door, helpless.

This time, a certain emperor seemed to be really angry.

She actually wrote a sentence on the note just now - Jun Muhan, I hurt so much.

None of this can make him soft-hearted?

What to do?

Mo Yan suddenly felt that coaxing men was also a rather brain-consuming drudgery!

The wound in his chest began to ache faintly again, Mo Yan twisted his eyebrows, and suddenly a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and he slammed the teacup in his hand to the ground.

"Smack!"

The moment the teacup shattered, a snow-colored figure slammed into the door.

Jun Muhan!

Mo Yan's eyes lit up.

Who knows, before it was too late to rejoice, a certain emperor who was originally full of worries at the door, when he saw Mo Yan sitting at the table with a good face, his face turned black, and he turned around and left directly.

Mo Yan: "......"

I'll go!

Still leaving?!

Mo Yan rushed over with an arrow step, and directly grabbed Jun Muhan's sleeve.

This movement was too big, involving the wound on the chest, this time it was really painful, and his face suddenly turned pale.

It hurts.

looked at Jun Muhan pitifully.

When she couldn't make a sound, she attacked him with her eyes.

Sure enough, she heard the man's helpless sigh.

The next moment, she was stopped by the waist and hugged her.

She leaned lightly against the man's strong chest, her eyes slightly closed, and the corners of her mouth slightly hooked.

When she was gently and carefully placed on the bed, she finally heard the first words of the man's mouth: "You are not allowed to get out of bed without the permission of Benjun these days." ”

ps: I'm sorry.,There's something wrong today, so I'm late for some updates.,There's an update later in the evening.,About 21 o'clock before ~.