Abduction of love and marriage: wrongly provoking the black emperor

Chapter 107 Torn Down Your Home

In the morning, if Mexiro didn't go to the palace, he would usually deal with some things upstairs before going downstairs.

Today, the same is true.

When the slender figure appeared in the revolving corridor, the living room downstairs was noisy like never before in this castle.

"Sofas, chairs, and dining tables have to be moved out."

Feng Sumo stood in the center of the living room, calmly directing a large group of servants to move out all the things that were originally placed.

"Yes, everything has to be moved!" Ian stood on her right, posing in the same posture as her, even with the same expression on his face.

"What are you doing?" Seeing the behavior of one big and one small, Moxiluo's handsome face turned green on the spot.

"Brother Xiluo, good morning!" Ian turned his head and glanced at him, and continued to help Feng Sumo direct the servants.

Moxiluo's lips twitched slightly, staring at the two of them strangely, and walked directly to Feng Sumo, "What are you doing? Are you going to tear down our house?"

"Yale, put the small table outside in the dining room!" Feng Sumo stood on tiptoe, glanced at the man who moved a small table and walked in from the outside, and pointed his finger in the direction of the restaurant, reminding him.

His Royal Highness Xi Luo felt that he had no sense of existence.

"I'm asking you something." Jun's face changed color again, and he raised his eyebrows. No matter how many servants were walking around, he stretched out his claws to Feng Sumo's waist and started eating tofu.

In fact, what he wanted more was breasts and breasts, but he glanced at Ian, who was looking at the two with big eyes, and endured it.

"You, you are nasty!" Feng Sumo blushed with shame, grabbed his hand, and broke off his fingers one by one.

"You know I'm by your side?" Seeing her blushing, Mo Shao was very satisfied.

Feng Sumo gave him a blank look, turned around, and was about to continue directing the servants to do things. Moxiluo suddenly drew three thousand black lines on his forehead. This time, regardless of Ian's presence, he clasped her chin with his long fingers , Lifting her face is a hot, spicy kiss.

"Mexilo!" Feng Sumo was annoyed.

"What are you doing?" Mecillo, who was completely ignored, asked again.

"Demolish your home!" Feng Sumo said in a bad tone.

"My home is your home," Mecillo corrected.

"I don't like the feeling of emptiness, so I asked someone to move out some of the unused furniture in the living room and replace them with smaller ones." Not wanting to argue with him, Feng Sumo sat on the dining table that had just been set up. sat down before.

Moxiluo was stunned for a moment, and his eyes fell on the dining table in front of her, which was several times smaller than before. Although he was not used to it, he didn't say anything, and sat down beside her.

However, when Jier served the breakfast, His Highness Xi Luo's dissatisfaction rose at a frenzied speed.

"This is breakfast?" His eyes fell on the slices of toast and a little fruit salad on his plate, and Moxilo's face turned green.

"The tables have been changed to smaller ones, so of course the breakfast portion should also be reduced." Feng Sumo had a good reason.

There were so many placed before, but I didn't see how much he ate, which was a waste.

"What's your reason?" His Royal Highness Xiluo felt abused.

"It's almost noon now, so it doesn't matter if you eat less." Feng Sumo picked up a piece of toast, took a small bite, and said indifferently.

"I don't like toast." Mecillo frowned.

"You didn't say it."

"I don't like apples either."

"Then what do you like to eat?" Feng Sumo got a little impatient with his young master's temper, put down the toast in his hand, and looked sideways at him.

"You." Moxiluo suddenly raised the corner of his lips and smiled.

"..."

(End of this chapter)