Chapter Eighty-Seven: Jealousy

"See the prince, see the lord." The maid who was combing Feng Moyue's hair saw Su Muyu and Fu Junqian hurriedly saluting.

Su Muyu motioned for the maid to step back, and then sat down next to Feng Moyue with Fu Junqian.

"Xiaoyu, even if we are fake, let's pretend to be real, where does anyone come to see the bride when they get married?" Feng Moyue glanced at Su Muyu, picked up the handkerchief on the table, wiped off the rouge that the maid had smeared on her mouth, and then looked at her appearance in the mirror and felt a little irritated.

Su Muyu's face suddenly changed, as if he was possessed by a lewd uncle, and pitifully pulled the corner of Feng Moyue's clothes, pretending to be cute: "Beautiful Moyue~"

"Stop!" Feng Moyue put her hand in front of Su Muyu's mouth: "Talk about people."

Su Muyu bit her mouth, and looked at Feng Moyue with that cute expression, and felt that her heart fluttered, but Feng Moyue immediately pulled her heart back, reminding herself that Su Muyu was a man, and she couldn't be tempted!

Su Muyu put his mouth to Feng Moyue's ear and began to say this, so, and so.

It can be seen that from the beginning of Su Muyu's speech, Feng Moyue's expression gradually became a little surprised from the beginning, and then slowly showed a lonely and envious expression, and only after a long time did she breathe a long sigh of relief, and then slowly said: "I suddenly feel that the eldest brother is really happy......

Su Muyu didn't expect Feng Moyue to suddenly say such a sentence, but Feng Moyue mentioned Feng Cangyue and made Su Muyu laugh heartily, the kind of happiness from the heart warmed her, and made her look at Feng Moyue and said slowly: "When I met him, isn't it a kind of happiness."

A person who can not care about gender, status, or the world, but cares about what others think of you, is not it his own happiness that such a person loves himself so deeply?

Whether it is Su Muyu or Feng Cangyue, in a sense, they are just such stupid people, which makes each other a little helpless, but they must be able to smile happily when they think about it.

Feng Moyue looked at Su Muyu's smile for some reason, and suddenly felt a strong jealousy of Feng Cangyue, but she knew that her jealousy was not reasonable at all, because she knew that her feelings for Su Muyu were just vague feelings, and ...... I can't do it like Feng Cangyue at all...... That kind of dedication to love...... After all, I can't let go of myself......

"Mo Yue, can you help me?" Su Muyu saw that Feng Moyue's expression froze and didn't say a word, so he became a little childish and pulled Feng Moyue's sleeve and shook it, and asked.

Feng Moyue felt that there was an inexplicable pain in her heart that was constantly spreading to her whole body, and the sourness in her mouth made it seem difficult for her to speak, she bit her lips with her teeth fiercely, and then slowly said with a reluctant smile: "Of course, one of you is my eldest brother, and the other is my favorite...... Friend, who am I not helping you?"

"Oh also~" Su Muyu made a victorious gesture and said happily: "In that case, I'm going to prepare~ Thank you Moyue!" Then he pulled Fu Junqian, who didn't know why he came here to make soy sauce, beckoned to Feng Moyue and ran out.

Feng Moyue also smiled and waved at Su Muyu, until she looked at Su Muyu's happy departing figure, the smile gradually went down, that sour mood climbed into her heart again, the feelings of pain and jealousy seemed to spread in her chest, her reason told her that she was not qualified to have such feelings at all, but her heart told him - Feng Moyue, you are jealous!

"Feng Moyue, Feng Moyue, what qualifications do you have to be jealous, what qualifications do you have to be jealous!" Feng Moyue's hand was clenched tighter and tighter, so tight that the nails on her hands were already embedded in her flesh, and a little bit of red blood flowed out of it, which matched the red clothes so well.

It's just that the lips that have wiped off the rouge are now a miserable white that is not commensurate with the wedding dress.

Feng Moyue looked at the blood on her hands, a bitter smile spread on her face, and she said as if talking to herself: "But my heart ...... It really hurts......"

Outside.

Su Muyu let go of the hand that grabbed Fu Junqian, and stretched happily, "Okay, solve it!"

Fu Junqian looked at Su Muyu and smiled faintly, and suddenly stretched out his hand and rubbed Su Muyu's head: "Okay! Hurry up and get ready, it's about to be time to salute, it's too late to be careful if you don't hurry up, stupid."

"How dare you call me stupid." Su Muyu immediately looked at Fu Junqian with murderous eyes, but Fu Junqian's indifferent smile made Su Muyu smile weakly: "Thank you."

Fu Junqian shrugged: "Anyway, I'm ready to be a brother with you for the rest of my life.I'm such a great person, I naturally have this great spirit of dedication to you, don't be too moved~"

“...... Actually, Xiao Qianqian, you have a crush on me, right?"

“...... Not really." ――

Little 5: I wish you all a happy Mid-Autumn Festival~