Feng Wan was stunned for a while, and when she woke up, she let out a low scream, stretched out her hand to cover her tooth marks, and was about to ask Wei Ziyang for help with a bitter face, but when she saw his appearance, she quickly closed her lips.

At this moment, a voice came from outside, "Lang Junke?" A man named Zhao Jun said that he had something important to look for. ”

Zhao Jun?

Wei Ziyang stared at Feng Wan and sneered, "Your husband really values you." ”

He took her arm and said, "Go, I'll meet him." ”

Feng Wan couldn't help but staggered out a few steps, seeing him walking faster and faster, she couldn't help but be anxious, she stammered, "Xiaolang." ”

"Huh?" Wei Ziyang turned his head and squinted at her.

Feng Wan immediately changed his words, "Lang Jun, maybe let me wash my face and see him again in a while?" ”

Her eyes widened and she held the tooth mark tightly with her right hand, and her face was depressed.

Wei Ziyang understood, he pulled her hand, and saw Feng Wan's white and tender face with tooth marks. He stretched out his middle finger, pressed it on the tooth mark, and said lightly: "You look so ugly, who is patient to touch you?" When you see your husband, you say you have met. ”

Will you get a tooth mark when you touch it?

Feng Wan was extremely angry, she glared at Wei Ziyang, and couldn't help but respond softly: "Well, I told him that I was bitten by a dog." ”

This is scolding Wei Ziyang for being a dog.

Wei Ziyang's eyes darkened, he looked Feng Wan up and down for a while, and said with snow-white teeth: "What a woman, scolding people is also gentle." The woman in front of her had a tranquility like water, and her eyes, which were as beautiful as the stars, always contained insight. It seems that the world has changed, and she knows everything as well, and it seems that she has seen the wind and rain.

With such a look and such an expression, every time Wei Ziyang saw it, he had an urge to break it with his own hands and destroy it.

It's a pity that she will never be shocked, even if she is shocked, she moves, and it is just such a moment.

Wei Ziyang grinded his teeth for a while, his eyes were cloudy, he restrained her wrists fiercely, and said unreasonably: "Don't wash your face." ”

Feng Wan, who was dragged upside down, stammered with a bitter face and asked, "But, but。。。。。。。 ”

"No, but." Wei Ziyang snorted: "Anyway, your husband can tolerate it." ”

When he mentioned Zhao Jun, there was disdain hidden in his tone. Yes, Zhao Jun's personality is completely different from him, and it is reasonable for him to look down on Zhao Jun.

Wei Ziyang dragged Feng Wan to the hall, and as soon as he entered the hall, he became elegant. In Feng Wan's widening eyes, Wei Ziyang changed into a lilac, thin bird robe with light purple and as thin as cicada wings, under the service of the maidservants.

He walked slowly to the collapse and lay on his knees on his side.

As soon as he sat down, several maidservants came forward, one knelt behind him and combed his dark hair that hung down to his waist, one massaged his feet, and the other peeled the grapes and fed them into his lips.

In this way, the young man who was still angry and childish just now, in the blink of an eye, became the noble son of Jinma Yutang.

Wei Ziyang slowly swallowed a grape, and glanced at Feng Wan looking at him blankly, and at that moment, his phoenix eyes narrowed, and his narrow and bewitching blood eyes flowed away, only to see him in a hoarse voice, and asked lazily: "Qingqing, your saliva is flowing out." ”

Feng Wan was startled, and just about to raise his sleeves, he immediately reacted. At this time, Wei Ziyang was already laughing happily.

Just now, Feng Wan was really stunned.

All along, she has seen him embarrassed, willful and rude, and amorous and bantering him. But for the first time, she saw him so elegant and noble, as if he was the favor of heaven.

She never knew that a person who changed his robe and expression changed would become a completely different kind of person.

She couldn't believe that a young man who had been a beggar would have such a natural demeanor, natural nobility and elegance.

Feng Wan's demented appearance, Wei Ziyang, who was obviously pleased, narrowed his phoenix eyes slightly, glanced at her a few times with a smile, raised his voice, and called hoarsely: "Let Zhao Jun come in." ”

"Yes."

After the servant was ordered to leave, Wei Ziyang looked at Feng Wan, and when he saw her honestly bowing her head and standing in the corner, he waved his hand and called gently, "Come here." ”

Feng Wan still bowed his head, still honest, as if he hadn't heard his call.

Wei Ziyang's eyes narrowed, and his voice became gentler, "Come here." Obviously a gentle voice, but somehow, everyone in the room was silent.

Feng Wan sighed and approached him in small steps.

"Next to me."

Feng Wan sighed again and stood next to him. She was so close to him that she could clearly feel the temperature of each other's skin.

Glancing at her, Wei Ziyang nodded contentedly, "Remember to look up." ”

Feng Wan smiled bitterly, she took a deep breath, and in the quieter and quieter, she whispered: "Lang Jun, the concubine is a married woman, and she can't help playing like this." ”

Her voice was soft and firm, low, with a kind of helplessness and plea.

Wei Ziyang didn't need to answer, he knew that she was looking at him quietly with those beautiful and tranquil eyes that saw everything. It was as if she was facing a younger brother or child who made her helpless.

He knew that this woman had an involuntary motherhood and tenderness when she looked at him. The kind of pity, respect, and admiration that was hidden, even she didn't find out herself, made him comfortable, always a little annoyed, and always wanted to break something.

The corners of Wei Ziyang's mouth raised, he glanced at the figure that was getting closer and closer outside, his phoenix eyes slanted, and he replied hoarsely: "What about the woman?" Ben Langjun is not disgusted. ”

Almost as soon as his voice fell, the people outside froze.

After a while, Zhao Jun was nervous, and a suppressed and respectful voice came from outside, "Zhao Jun asks to see you。。。。。。。 ”

Without waiting for him to finish speaking, Wei Ziyang whispered impatiently, "Come in." ”

This cheer made Zhao Jun outside dumbfounded. Standing outside the door, he stared at the looming figure inside, gritted his teeth, Zhao Jun sneered: But a boy who sells ass, who do you really think you are? Bah! When Lao Tzu climbs up, you will be better off than dead!

He replied respectfully and pushed the door open.

As soon as the door opened, he saw the young man lying on the ground, so beautiful that he didn't dare to look up to it, and at the same time, he also saw Feng Wan standing next to the young man, bowing his head and saying nothing.

Staring at Feng Wan, Zhao Jun called affectionately: "Wan Niang? ”

After a call, he took a deep look at Wei Ziyang, and said with a smile: "Don't sin Lang Jun, my woman is a reckless and dull person, if you are proud, please ask Lang Jun。。。。。。。 ”

He still didn't finish speaking, Wei Ziyang's lazy, heart-tickling voice came, "Forget it, you go back with him." ”

With a wave of his hand, the two guards walked out and made a gesture of invitation to Feng Wan.

In Zhao Jun's choking breath, Feng Wan lowered her head and walked out, she came to his side, and said softly: "Master, let's go." ”

"Oh? Good, good. Thank you Wei Jialang Jun for your magnanimity. While making a gesture, Zhao Jun followed out of the door.

As soon as the two left, a guard walked behind Wei Ziyang and whispered: "Lang Jun, this woman is a husband after all, and I am afraid that your actions will ruin people's reputation." ”

When Wei Ziyang heard this, he said casually: "It's not death, if your reputation is ruined, it's ruined." ”