Although Mu Xuefu returned to the palace, Jingrong still felt that they were not as close as before, and sometimes he wanted to make love with her, but she would refuse him for various reasons. He is not a person who attaches much importance to women, but this feeling of being rejected is something he doesn't like.

During this time, when he went to her, Mu Xuefu would chat with him, play chess with him, and play the piano for him, but as long as he wanted to hold her hand and hold her body, she would avoid her as if she had nothing to dodge. This rusty feeling made him can't help but be faintly angry, but seeing her smiling Yan Yan, he couldn't bear to be angry at her.

He would find the reason from himself, whether it was what he did badly, or thinking of coaxing her to be happy, but she would rather hold the dog he bought for her than have too much intimacy with herself.

At this time, he looked at the puppy who was playing happily in Mu Xuefu's arms with angry eyes, and only felt that this beast had occupied the place that originally belonged to him, thinking that he was really pitiful, and he wanted to compete with the dog for favor, but the problem was that he couldn't fight.

The little milk dog seemed to notice the man's sharp eyes, looked at him, and sure enough, it couldn't help but tremble, and rubbed the hostess's chest again. Could it be that the man sees it cute, so he wants to play with it too? Alas, it is also a kind of sadness to be good-looking, this is the trouble of being loved by everyone. Although the man is beautiful, the hostess's arms are warmer and softer, and let it lie in her arms and want to sleep. So, I'm sorry, man, I still choose the beautiful hostess.

Jing Rong's eyes were sharp, like a blade, "whooshing" like a little milk dog scraping off, this dead dog, and dared to take advantage of his woman! Where did all this dog brain go? Is that place good for him? Hum! Okay, you wait for this king, and when Fu'er gets tired of you, this king will slaughter you and eat meat. When poured, fry, simmer, stew, and fry, torture you all over again, and see if you dare to be a dog in the next life!

The little milk dog suddenly felt a cold wind blowing, and couldn't help but shrink his neck, it was so cold. This cold wind seems to be blowing from the side of the man, does the man love and hate it, and wants to destroy it if he can't get it? No, it's still very young, how can it die so early? Beautiful hostess, save your heart and soul baby, otherwise the people who covet it will fry and stew it, and you see that it is only a few taels of meat, and it is not delicious to make. Hey? If I go to hug the man's thigh now, will I be able to save this relationship?

The little milk dog in Mu Xuefu's arms struggled a few times, looked at the distance between himself and the ground, and wanted to jump several times, but stood on the edge and trembled. It turned out that hugging the thighs was not an easy task, but finally it mustered up the courage and jumped off Muscheve's lap and landed firmly on the soft blanket.

Ah, it's dangerous, thanks to my agility.

It ran to Jingrong's feet, leaned on his cloud boots, and then stared at its man affectionately with a pair of big wet eyes.

Host, I'm here, do you want to hug me, come on, give you a chance, save you jealousy. Alas, it's really troublesome, and it's also a trouble to be liked by beautiful men and beautiful women. I know I'm cute, but I'm really embarrassed to be snatched by you like this.

This little milk dog is snow-white, with a round head, a pair of big eyes, fluffy and even cute, Mu Xuefu likes it when she sees it, and she even has to hug her when she sleeps at night, and she also takes the name Snowball.

Jing Rong originally brought it back because he valued its beauty and cuteness, thinking that he would be able to make Mu Xuefu happy, but since it came, his own status has deteriorated, and he is not as good as a dog. The more the dog looked at it, the more unpleasant it became, and it was really blind that he was picked out from the crowd. Especially now, with a pink tongue crooked on the side of his mouth, and a hara on the tip of his tongue, oops, it's disgusting.

Snowball looked at the man innocently and blinked, why did it think the man's eyes were wrong? As if I hated it. How can it be? It's so cute and beautiful, how can it be disliked, it must be wrong.

It approached Jingrong again, and its short calves were a little scrambling around Jingrong's feet.

Jing Rong raised his eyebrows, this dead dog, it's not disgusting! Saliva rubbed all over his shoes. Without thinking about it, Jing Rong directly threw it away.

"Oops, how is that! I'm so cute, and you're so ungentle with me! Snowball whined, not loud, but full of accusations. It was tossed to the ground and rolled a few times, then stood up again, shook its not-so-flowing fluff, and then slowly returned to Musheph, looking innocently at her with its round eyes. The look in his eyes seemed to say, "I've been bullied, I'm so pitiful." ”

Jing Rong was ashamed of its pretentious behavior, and glared at it fiercely, "This dog looks sick and stupid, this king thinks it's better not to raise it, don't infect you with that unclean disease." ”

Snowball psychic, as soon as he heard it, he immediately became anxious, and hurriedly tore the corner of Mu Xuefu's skirt and screamed.

Mu Xuefu really looked sideways, picked up the snowball again, and patted the dust on its body, "What are you kicking it for, it wants to get close to you, so it will entangle you." Besides, where to be sick, where to be stupid, my snowball doesn't know how clever it is. She hooked Snowball's chin, "Isn't it?" Isn't it? We're so smart. ”

Jing Rong had already cut the snowball with a thousand knives in his heart, he approached Mu Xuefu, hugged her, and rested his chin against her neck, "Fu'er"

"Woo" Snowball seemed to be deliberate, it interrupted Jing Rong's words, attracted Mu Xuefu's attention, and used its claws to grab Jing Rong's face, but it didn't catch his face, but hooked his head.

After eating the pain, Jing Rong was angry, grabbed its hair, took it out of Mu Xuefu's arms directly, and then threw it out mercilessly, "Dog thing!" ”

Although the snowball had thick skin, this time it was really thrown far away, and when it fell to the ground, it whined.

"What are you doing with a dog?" As soon as Mu Xuefu pushed the scenery away, she ran to the snowball, picked it up, and gently caressed its appearance to soothe it. Turning her head to look at Jing Rong's dark face, she sighed, handed the snowball to Bai Yi, and then sat back next to Jing Rong, "It's always livestock, no matter how important it is." She held his face and examined it carefully, "Fortunately, I didn't scratch my face, did my head hurt from it?" I'll rub it for you. ”

Jing Rong pulled down her hand, his face was as black as the bottom of a pot, he frowned and looked at Mu Xuefu deeply, and the anger in his heart continued to burn like an arch fire.

Mu Xuefu lowered her head, her fingers kept rubbing the silk silk, and she didn't say a word.

After a while, Jing Rong got up and left the east courtyard without looking back.

The atmosphere in the room was so quiet that the little snowball realized that she had been in trouble, and she ran to the feet of the hostess with her little short legs, and rubbed her furry body against Mu Xuefu's feet.

It didn't mean to, it just wanted to scare and scare the man, but who knew that the claws were not good and accidentally hooked the man's head.

Wow wow wow, it's over, the man will definitely not like it anymore, wow wow wow, the hostess will definitely think it's disobedient, and she loves to get into trouble, and she doesn't like it anymore.

Why is its life so miserable? was sold back and forth, and finally had a comfortable nest, and offended all the male and female masters. Why is its life so miserable? Will you throw it away, or will you just stew it and eat it?

The more I thought about it, the more sad I became, the more I thought about it, the more miserable I felt, Snowball nestled motionless at Mu Xuefu's feet, buried her head, and whimpered and cried.

Mu Xuefu seemed to notice it and picked it up from the ground, "You too, you have always been very docile, why are you doing so much drama today." ”

Snowball came out of its sorrow, it looked at Mu Xuefu pitifully, snorted a few times, and leaned on her shoulder without shame.

Mu Xuefu patted its fleshy ass and smiled faintly, "Don't do this next time, if it weren't for me, who would be able to protect you?" ”

Bai Yi looked at Mu Xuefu with a faint melancholy, she moved her lips, "The master was too cold to the prince just now. ”

"He must be angry." Muchev placed the snowball on the ground and played with it.

"Master, what's the matter? If you make the prince unhappy, don't you push the prince outside. ”

Mu Xuefu smiled shallowly, with a trace of bitterness, "Isn't it better, rain and dew can be harmonious in the back house." ”

"Master, why are you so cold and gentle?"

"Cold my heart, light his feelings." The eye circles were slightly moist, and in the blink of an eye, they faded away. Mu Xuefu smiled slightly, her eyes lost focus, and she was only confused, "It's best that everything can go back to square one." ”

Bai Yi said distressedly: "But you also broke the hearts of two people." ”

One sentence pierced her heart, Mu Xuefu's body was shocked, and it was difficult to hide the pain in her heart, she supported the table with her hands, her back to Bai Yi, and a tear slowly left in the corner of her eye.

After a long time, he said quietly: "A man has never been reliable, today he likes me, and tomorrow he will like someone else." I might as well settle in before I fall in love with him, so as not to be heartbroken and end up bruising myself. After Hua Meier's incident, I also figured it out. In the past, I was too selfish and only knew how to compete for favor, but I forgot that all the women in the palace of King Chen were alone in the empty room. I'll be kind and give others some opportunities. ”

"Mushef!" Roars swept from behind, and the room echoed for a long time.

Mu Xuefu turned her head, and saw a face as black as the bottom of a pot, his hands clenched into fists, his undulating chest rolled with monstrous anger, and his gaze almost devoured people, nailed to her face like nails.

Mu Xuefu's lips opened lightly, and she opened and closed her lips a few times, with a trembling tone, "Yuchen." ”