Fuxing Mengfei

Chapter 734 The Conscience Was Eaten By The Dog
Because of someone's deliberate conspiracy, Mo Xiaowan was angry, really angry.

With a circle of strawberry prints on her head, how can she go out to meet people?

Thinking of Mo Qianlang's and Ling'er's strange eyes, who couldn't beat someone's little confusion, they kept staring coldly all day long.

Of course, someone who is content, doesn't mind.

Her eyes seem to be absent and always look at her neck, because she is too shy to go to the dining room, afraid of bumping into Qingcang and Xiuzhu, so she let her go.

Let Uncle Lu put the dinner in the bedroom, and wait for the people to retreat before calling her out for dinner.

As soon as Mo Xiaowan finished his dinner, he was so angry, put a cold face on him, and then slammed the door of the side sleeper tightly, as if this could not relieve his anger, he pushed the table and chairs behind the door, It was blocked to death.

At least she didn't want to see him until dawn, until the red marks on her neck faded away.

I thought I was too angry and couldn't sleep.

As a result, I fell asleep soundly while breathing, and slept until dawn.

As soon as he opened his eyes, Xuanyuanchen stood at the head of her bed with a slight smile, her robe was half opened, so his eyes fell on her neck so unscrupulously.

"go away!"

Mo Xiaowan clutched his neck, pushed him away, and jumped in front of the bronze mirror.

Seeing the shocking red mark on the neck clearly, there is nothing to love in life, nothing to love in life.

Compared with yesterday's flush, the mark on the neck was deeper, it was a shocking red.

How do you go out to meet people like this?

A certain king saw her puffy appearance, but he was in a good mood and rubbed her hair.

"This king is going to the palace for a while, and I will take you to the suburban villa by the way."

The imperial palace is in the capital, and the villa is in the suburbs, two different directions, okay!

Also by the way, by the way your head.

Mo Xiaowan was so angry that his hair was loose and he nestled back on the bed angrily.

"I'm not going!"

"This king also thinks that Xiaowan's strategy is very good."

Xuanyuanchen stretched out his long arms, pulled her into his arms, and laughed hoarsely: "Why don't I go to the villa with Xiaowan in my arms like this."

"No, I just change the shirt, but it's not enough to change the shirt!"

Mo Xiaowan couldn't laugh or cry, he gritted his teeth secretly, after getting married, he will definitely plan to come back and let him know what it means to be ashamed.

Really let her clothes be disheveled, and let him go to the villa with her arms around like this, her method of killing people with a knife will be self-defeating and invalid.

She rummaged through the boxes, and found a coat with a high collar, and a cape and silk scarf, and wrapped it tightly before she dared to go out.

After eating breakfast, as soon as she left Yafeng Garden, she realized that this villain was deliberately teasing her again.

It's all nonsense to talk about going to the palace and taking her to a suburban villa on the way.

On the other side of the villa, Mo Qianlang and Ling'er received Xuanyuanchen's letter from Feige, and they were already waiting at the gate of the Eighth Prince's Mansion to pick her up early in the morning.

Xuanyuanchen was in a happy mood, sent Mo Xiaowan out of the garden, walked a few steps across the pavilion, and it was the gate of the Eight Princes' Mansion.

He stood still, suddenly looked at her and smiled.

"Little bowl, cover it so tightly, wouldn't it be a bit of a cover-up?"

"Humph!"

Mo Xiaowan gritted his teeth, glared at him angrily, and left the gate of the palace without looking back.

The weather in late autumn was already very cold, and Mo Qianlang who loved Ling'er stuffed her back into the carriage, and waited for Mo Xiaowan at the wind.

As a result, she was very annoyed to see her dawdling like this.

"It deserves to be disgusted by others, so slowly."

Ling'er stretched out her hand to pull her, and Mo Xiaowan jumped into the carriage angrily, with nowhere to vent her anger, she gave him a vicious look.

"Stinky boy, your conscience has been eaten by dogs, and your sister has been bullied, yet you still speak sarcasticly."

(End of this chapter)