Jiuluo's chopsticks pressed against Feng Banyuan's chopsticks: "It's because I don't like it, that's why he doesn't like to eat." ”

Feng Banyuan's hands trembled a little when he was choked by this sentence, "Mochen, is that what she said?"

Hidden in her doubts was a fear that even she didn't want to admit.

"When did you change your taste?" she asked tentatively.

Feng Banyuan has a deep relationship with Mo Chen, and she also knows a little bit about his unknown secrets. The relationship between the two has lasted tens of thousands of years, but there has been no progress.

She had been waiting for him willingly.

She thought that Mochen's snub was because his big event had not been completed or her heart had not healed, so she had been waiting patiently in the Infinite Desert City.

She knew him and thought he wouldn't fall in love with anyone else.

However, seeing that the corners of Mo Chen's eyes and eyebrows were full of doting on Zhu Jiuluo, she had to admit that she was taken advantage of by someone who was "close to the water and the building first".

She glared at Zhu Jiuluo fiercely, ignoring Zhu Jiuluo's temperament, just talking about her appearance, Feng Banyuan knew that she had lost.

This made her even more resentful.

The attendant stood nervously behind Feng Banyuan with the plate of scorching kale that caused the turmoil, and looked at Zhu Jiuluo incredulously.

What is the origin of this girl? This is too shameless? Dare to say anything.

My city lord Simu Yuansheng Tianzun didn't dare to say some arrogant words for so long, this girl is good, she dares to imply that Tianzun is pleased with her?

What's so good about her?

It's just a bit of a look.

Tianzun would not like such a young and reckless person.

The attendant secretly compared his own city lord's opinion of Zhu Jiuluo, Mo Chen sat there and looked at Zhu Jiuluo and then at Feng Banyuan, and suddenly smiled: "The taste is still that taste." “

Jiuluo raised his head and looked at Mo Chen silently.

She didn't know what he was going to say next, she hoped that he would follow her heart, and she was afraid that he would tear down his platform in front of Feng Banyuan. After all, he is moody, and he turns his face when he says it, and it never makes people guess what he thinks in his heart.

Jiu Luo's eyes met Mo Chen's eyes, and he saw a smile in them.

Her heart suddenly and inexplicably jumped a few times, thinking that she had misunderstood.

Wanting to identify it carefully, Mo Chen spoke: "But since Jiuluo said that he doesn't like it, then he doesn't like it." It's also good to try a different dish. ”

Jiuluo's pursed lips couldn't help but bend up anymore.

Feng Banyuan's heart precipitated. The cold light in his eyes flashed.

Her voice was still soft: "Since you don't like it, let's withdraw, fortunately, there are other ingredients, I'll make another one and serve it." ”

Mo Chen stopped Feng Banyuan, who was about to walk towards the inner room: "Don't work hard. These dishes are enough to eat. ”

Feng Banyuan smiled and continued to walk towards the inner room, saying as he walked, "How can you make a rare trip that you don't like." I'll make a bowl of eight-treasure soup, and it'll be ready right away. The attendant took the dish of unpopular scorching kale and followed Feng Banyuan out of the inner hall.

Mochen couldn't stop it, so she went.

Jiu Luo saw that everyone was gone, and only she and Mo Chen were left in the room, and the guard of Xuan loosened, picked up a piece of meat, put it in his mouth, chewed it a few times, and swallowed it into his stomach.

"Is it delicious?" Mochen asked her.

Jiuluo's face did not change color and his heart did not beat: "It's not delicious." ”

"It's not delicious, and you still eat so much?"

"Try the dishes for you. ”

"Why did you follow up?"

"Why do you say I'm your apprentice?"

"Isn't it?"

"Have you been trying to take advantage of me for a long time?" Jiu Luo squinted at the ink dust.

Mo Chen took a sip of wine and nodded: "It's better than the black plum you brewed." ”

Jiu Luo immediately snatched the wine glass and tasted it, the tip of his tongue swirled in his mouth, and after a while, he said, "Where is it delicious?" ”

She looked up to find Mochen staring at the cup in her hand and smiling maliciously.

Jiuluo went to look at the cup, only to realize that he had actually drunk wine from the cup of ink dust, and the place where his lips touched just now was the place where his lips touched, thinking about it like this, it seems that the two people have an intimate intersection.

She blushed with shame.

Chamber.

The attendant cowardly asked his master: "City Lord, have you really decided?"

Feng Banyuan's eyes flashed in front of Mo Chen's eyes looking at Zhu Jiuluo, and his wavering and hesitant thoughts became firm.

"It's decided, stir the medicine and take it out. ”