The shocking rules of the wedding night: Lord, I will wait for you to divorce your wife

Outside, brightly lit.

On the table in the middle, there are several exquisite dishes and a jug of wine.

Mo Liancheng did not put her down on the chair, but sat down by himself, letting her sit on his lap, in an ambiguous position.He wrapped one big hand around her slender waist, and with the other hand, he poured himself a glass of wine and drank it.Killing a person just now, to him, is like trampling an ant to death.

Qu Tan'er's eyebrows are lowered, but it's hard to see what she's thinking.

He took a bite of food and brought it to her mouth. She was startled, but ate it with her mouth open.Seeing that it was rare for her to cooperate so well, his expression eased a bit, "Promise me. If you have nothing to do, don't leave the house casually."

"..." Qu Tan'er didn't understand, she raised her head and stared at him, hoping that he could speak more clearly, "Did that person outside come to kill me just now?"

"Not necessarily, it may be the king, or it may not be a killer, but a spy, eyeliner or something."

"It seems that your Eighth Prince's Mansion may not be safe anywhere."

"It's yours too."

"What doesn't belong to me, I won't force it."

"Oh, are you still angry with me?" Mo Liancheng smiled, but did not insist on her.But he picked up the bowls and chopsticks, and fed her food one mouthful after another, while he himself didn't eat a little, just drinking.

Qu Tan'er originally wanted to say that he has hands and can eat by himself, but after thinking about it, he still pretended to be a show. He had offended him too much tonight, and even scolded him a few times, he caught one of them. Up to now, he hasn't lost his temper yet, and he hasn't tormented her to death, which is already considered extraordinarily merciful.

It's just that the two of them... feel a little weird.

Will it be too intimate?Too unusual?

Could it be that Mo Liancheng's hobbies suddenly changed?Like to feed women?

And she is the unlucky trial product?

However, after sitting for a long time, I always felt a little uncomfortable, so I couldn't help but adjust my posture, and at this moment... Mr. Mou snorted, with a weird expression, and warned in a low and hoarse voice: "If you're okay, don't move around."

"Then if there are shadows outside the window again, should I just sit still?" A certain woman replied in a low voice, completely deviated from the direction.Intentional or intentional, only she knows.

"Someone is going to kill you, do you think you can escape?"

"..." That little face went limp, indeed, she really couldn't escape, so... silence is the best answer.However, the more she maintains this posture with him, the more stuffy the surrounding air becomes. She has experienced that kind of thing between a man and a woman. She is no longer an idiot, so she naturally knows the changes in Mo Liancheng.

In order to avoid misfiring.

Finally, Qu Tan'er raised a pair of small hands and asked with a sneer: "Master, I have something to say."

"Go ahead."

"My little hands are not hurt."

"My king is not blind."

"Then why don't you let me sit and eat?"

"..." Mo Liancheng froze with a slight smile, then asked slowly, "Are you full?"

"Well, it's almost there."

"Then it's my king's turn."

"Okay, my lord put me down, you can eat slowly by yourself."

"No, the king is hungry, but only you can feed him."

Mo Liancheng smiled strangely, stood up suddenly holding her, and strode into the inner room.

Before Qu Tan'er could understand, she had already been lightly placed on the bed.