This princess is inappropriate

Chapter 347 Rest in Peace
Beigong Tengxiao said every word so clearly, his serious expression was full of piety.

"As for Chu Jingmao, please forgive me for not being able to call him father. Teng Xiao thinks he is not worthy of being Li'er's father. He has committed so many evils. I have given him the punishment he deserves. I hope your soul in heaven can rest in peace.

"Also, I'm sorry for not being able to meet you sooner." As the words fell, Chu Jiaoli suddenly shed a line of tears from his eyes, and he bowed his head and kowtowed with pious and sincere eyes.

On that day, he knelt in front of Xia's grave without any pretensions, politely and humbly talking about Chu Jiaoli's situation in recent days like an ordinary junior.

Chu Jiaoli knelt beside him, listening carefully, listening to him proficiently explaining his habits and preferences, listening to his promise to Xia over and over again.

Chu Jiaoli never knew that he loved her a hundred times more deeply than she imagined. She shed a lot of tears, but they were not like the helpless and sentimental days before, but moving and warm tears. Weeping and crying, then laughed again.

Her heart has never been as stable as it is now. The relationship between the two of them in the last life has not been firm. He made mistakes, and she made mistakes. God gave her a precious chance of rebirth.

She finally chose him. At this moment, she really understood that her choice was right. There is no one else in this world who can know her, love her, and cherish her like her.

It's night, Chu Mansion.

Mo Wei rested on the bed for a while, then sat up and put on her clothes.

She had just been nourished, her complexion was rosy, and she was full of vitality.

The slender waist was surrounded by the people behind her, Wen Ruyu pressed her against her, his warm chest pressed against her slender back, and pulled her into his arms, he gently pressed his lips against her ear, warmly. The ambiguous voice was hoarse: "Weiwei, you are very frequent."

"It's so noisy." Mo Wei's voice had long since returned to indifference, she frowned and said, "If you're not satisfied, get out."

Even though she said that, she didn't push him away, she seemed to like the feeling of him hugging her a little bit, hugging could make her feel an unprecedented attachment and soothe her inner fatigue.

Wen Ruyu has long been used to this completely different attitude, and he said with a half-smile, "No, I can't ask for more. The feeling of being needed by you is what I dream of."

"Hmph." Mo Wei snorted coldly.

"Before you cross the river and demolish the bridge too much, do it again?" Wen Ruyu's voice was coaxing, full of banter.

Mo Wei patted his hand off and said, "Go away."

Seeing that Mo Wei had put on her coat, Wen Ruyu raised her long eyebrows lightly, took out a strand of hair from her middle coat and stroked it along the way: "Where are you going?"

Hearing this, Mo Wei sneered, and said, "Chu Jingmao broke his leg, I'll take care of it."

Chu Jingmao's broken left leg had already been bandaged. He asked the doctors repeatedly, and all the doctors said in unison: "There is no possibility of recovery for this leg."

At this moment, he was half lying on the bed, and the severe pain made him unable to sleep. He woke up from nightmares several times. He gritted his teeth tightly, sweating, and wanted to reach out to light the lamp, but he couldn't move. There was a mournful roar amidst the anger, full of unwillingness.

A figure stepped in, and Mo Weixian held a candle in her hand and lighted the lamp unhurriedly, saying, "What's the rush? Be careful, you'll get hurt even worse."

Hearing Mo Wei's leisurely tone, Chu Jingmao was even more angry. He gritted his teeth and said, "To put it lightly, it wasn't you who broke his leg! In the end, it wasn't your fault What?! It’s all your bad idea!”

Mo Wei turned around, sneered coldly, and said: "I warned you a long time ago, blow a few gusts of wind, and let it pass lightly. Since it's her father, they can't do anything to you yet. You have to Stepping on other people's bottom line to dance, now you are asking for trouble."

"You!" Chu Jingmao was annoyed when he saw that she looked like she had nothing to do with him, but now he could only rely on her, and he didn't dare to speak too harshly.

If even she abandons him, with his spending so profligately now, he has to go to the street to beg for food.

For a long time, he could only sigh indignantly, and after a short pause, the tingling sensation on his face came over him. He raised his hand to touch his face, and gasped in pain.

That Chu Jiaoxing was so ruthless that she almost smashed his face into pieces.

"You're not my real father anyway."

Chu Jiaoxing's words flooded into his mind again, and he turned his eyes. Although at that time Chu Jiaoxing's biological father had warned him to keep his mouth shut, but now that Chu Yan was dead, that mysterious man was Haven't seen it for ten years.

After thinking about it, he narrowed his eyes slightly, and said, "How dare Chu Jiaoxing ride on my head... Chu Jiaoli has the crown prince's backing, so I will trouble her!"

Hearing this, Mo Wei looked sideways at the dancing candles on the candlestick with a mocking smile, and said, "Chu Jiaoxing has Prince Qi's backing, and the prince can't afford to offend him. Do you dare to offend Prince Qi?"

Chu Jingmao snorted coldly, and said, "The Xia family stole someone, so Chu Jiaoli is still my daughter, is Chu Jiaoxing..."

Hearing this, Mo Wei frowned slightly, and her voice was a little low: "What do you want to say?"

"Chu Jiaoxing, that bastard of unknown origin, as long as she has a blood test with her, even the emperor can't protect her!"

Mo Wei's hand that was placed on the table suddenly clenched her fist, gritted her teeth and said, "Don't speak ill of Chu Jiaoxing."

"Hmph, what can't you say about that bastard Chu Jiaoxing? Not only do I want to talk about her, but I also want to talk about her unruly mother!"

Mo Wei slowly narrowed her peach blossom eyes, and in an instant, her eyes were full of killing intent. She turned around and glared at him, then suddenly raised her hand to grab his neck.

Chu Jingmao felt suffocated for a while, and the strength of the five fingers was tightening rapidly.

He suddenly opened his eyes wide, and struggled to put his hand up against hers: "You...you..."

Wen Ruyu leaned on the pillar outside the bead curtain with her hands folded, and watched Mo Wei furiously.

Suddenly a breeze blew by the window, he raised his eyes, saw the figure in red, immediately stood up solemnly, and saluted Mo Wuyou respectfully.

Mo Wuyou stood with his hands behind his back, watching the scene inside the bead curtain, and remained silent.

Mo Wei clenched her teeth, and said, "I forbid you to speak ill of Chu Yan or Chu Jiaoxing."

Chu Jingmao's face was flushed, and his hands couldn't break free from the strength of her slender hand. He just stared at her unwillingly, his throat was choked, and he couldn't make a sound, so he said with difficulty: "For... what……"

Mo Wei stared at him firmly, and said word by word: "No, insult my mother."

(End of this chapter)