The Return of the Phoenix

Chapter 851 I am very resistant to beating

Jian Jian was pushed and shoved all the way, his face was mournful, almost turning into a bitter melon.

Didn't this group of brats talk about cultivating their relationship? They just wanted to unite and fight him in a mixed crowd, trying to get the identity of the relevant group leader out of him?
In Leng Wuyou's room, Jun Moyuan sat on the bed and moved uncomfortably. Looking at the little girl in front of him who was staring at him, he swallowed, feeling a little nervous for no reason.

After watching for a while and seeing that the little girl didn't respond, he could only stretch out his hand to hook the little girl's little finger, and then slowly seeing that the little girl didn't resist, he held the little girl's whole hand little by little, and then With a light pull, Leng Wuyou was pulled in front of him.

Looking up at the little girl's expressionless face, he showed a flattering smile, "Qibao, don't be angry, if you want to beat someone, I can do it, really, I promise not to resist, lie down and let you do whatever you want That kind." As he spoke, Jun Moyuan stretched out his hand to his ear, assuming a gesture of assurance, with a very serious expression on his face.

Leng Wuyou was silent, and when Jun Moyuan became more and more nervous, she sighed, closed her eyes, then took a step forward and put her hand on the top of Jun Moyuan's head, rubbing it gently.

"Baby Qi, if you are still angry, you can beat me up, I am very resistant to beating." Jun Moyuan said very seriously, he felt the little hand on top of his head, and his heart was slightly relieved.

Leng Wuyou glanced at him again, let out an inexplicable laugh, and knocked on Jun Moyuan's forehead, "You know why I'm angry, just admit your mistake casually."

This, Jun Moyuan really didn't know, anyway, he only knew that the little girl had only said a few words since the two evil spirits appeared, and he felt that the little girl was angry.

Leng Wuyou looked at him, suppressed the urge to roll his eyes, and knocked on his forehead again.

Jun Moyuan paused, feeling inexplicably that the roles of the two of them were reversed now, sitting on the bed like a little daughter-in-law who made a mistake and was bullied by her husband.

The corner of Jun Moyuan's mouth twitched, this discovery really made him a little bit, um, it's actually okay, who told that person to be a little girl, as long as he is a little girl, he thinks that he can be in any position. .

Now he is very open-minded, but in the future, he just wants to run back and drown himself in the water today.

Looking at his appearance, Leng Wuyou knew that this guy was probably adhering to the principle that no matter what she said, everything was right, no matter what was wrong or right, so he came to admit his mistake to her.

Leng Wuyou didn't know what to say about this, but his heart was still very soft.

"You don't have to do this, and you don't have to admit your mistakes, because you are not wrong. I am not angry with you at all. It is my own fault." Leng Wuyou didn't want Jun Moyuan to accommodate her in everything, and she was wrong. , Right is right, and Jun Moyuan did nothing wrong, so there is no need to apologize to her.

But she thought of what happened in that dream space, and her eyes narrowed.

"Qibao..." Jun Moyuan was interrupted by Leng Wuyou before Jun Moyuan finished speaking. She bent down and looked straight into his eyes.

Qingmo's phoenix eyes didn't seem to have any emotion, but Jun Moyuan saw himself in his eyes, and also saw the anxiety and entanglement in Leng Wuyou's heart.

At this moment, he seemed to understand something, and seemed to know why the little girl was angry. He hugged the little girl in his arms a little funny, put his chin on the top of the little girl's head, and rubbed gently, " Qibao, would you like to hear a story?"

Leng Wuyou moved, and before she got up from Jun Moyuan's arms, she stopped her movements when she heard this sentence.

Jun Moyuan raised his hand and stuffed the little girl into his arms.

His eyes became far-reaching, his mind was a little empty, he seemed to be remembering something, and he seemed to be organizing his words.

(End of this chapter)