Miss Crazy Seven

Chapter 1332

"Chang next to the word female, doesn't that mean a fairy, the little beauty really lives up to her name, she looks like a fairy face!"

Even someone as thick-skinned as Su Changle couldn't help being a little shy.

She knows that she is beautiful, so can this person stop reminding her all the time, it's embarrassing.

"Su Changle, Su Changle... I like the name of Little Beauty, from now on I will be called Little Beauty, Little Sweetheart."

"..." I liked her name and changed her name, and besides, how does she look like a sweetheart?
Seeing her disgusted face, Feng Mo scratched his head with a snort, "Don't tell me the little beauty doesn't like it, that Changle baby, Changle's sweetheart, or my lady, Master's beloved Changlele?"

"Stop it," Su Changle said with a bulging vein on his forehead, and felt goosebumps all over his body, "let's call her Sweetheart."

Suddenly, I felt that the title of "Little Sweetheart" was so sweet!
"Good little beauty," Feng Mo was stunned, then shook his head, "No, good little sweetheart."

Su Changle didn't want to pay attention to him, and found a comfortable position to rest her eyes and close her eyes.

The night of Xingyue Continent is not as beautiful as that of Mowu Continent. Although it is densely covered with stars, it is full of murderous intent everywhere. From time to time, the sound of battles can be heard in the distance.

It's just that I don't know why, it's clear that the voice is so close, but I don't see anyone coming here.

"Little sweetheart, don't worry, with my master here, those who fight will not dare to come." Feng Mo's voice suddenly reminded him of a beating.

Su Changle was slightly ashamed, but she believed Feng Mo's words. Feng Mo's temperament is excellent, and the material of the clothes is also excellent. His birth must be extraordinary.

In this strange continent, there are strong people everywhere, she can be said to be in a dilemma, and a bodyguard like Feng Mo is actually not bad.

Suddenly, Su Changle remembered something, turned over and sat up to look at Fengmo.

Feng Mo was staring straight at her with a dog's tail grass in his mouth, and when he saw her looking over, he immediately made a shy expression, "Don't be afraid, sweetheart, you don't have to worry about waking up tomorrow and not seeing Master's face."

"You have face too?" Su Changle asked suddenly.

Feng Mo pursed his lips aggrievedly, "Little sweetheart, how could you say that about your future husband."

Su Changle raised her forehead, "Fengmo, let me ask you, have you ever heard of the name Meng Zhumian?"

"Meng Zhumian..." Feng Mo frowned and thought seriously, Su Changle looked at him expectantly.

After a while, Feng Mo shook his head, "I know a lot of people, and there are even more people with the surname Meng, but I can't remember the names."

"..." Resisting the urge to beat him up, "What about Rong Beilan?"

Feng Mo looked at her strangely, "It doesn't matter, are you sure there is such a person in this world?"

Su Chang gave him a white look, then fell back and continued to sleep, this girl is completely insane.

On the second day, Su Changle just opened her eyes and saw Fengmo approaching her with a lot of colorful and rich fruits like offering treasures.

"Little sweetheart, look at how powerful you are, so many fruits are enough for us to eat for a day!"

One day, dare he really want to rely on her?

Su Changle gave him a very disgusted look, got up and looked at the plump fruits, red orange yellow green blue blue purple, there are seven colors, but...

The corner of his mouth twitched, and he pushed it away, "Eat it yourself."

Feng Mo pouted, drooping his head, "Don't tell me little sweetheart doesn't like my fruit, I've been looking for it for a long time."

"I'm afraid I won't survive tomorrow."

(End of this chapter)