Abduction of love and marriage: wrongly provoking the black emperor

Chapter 47
"Looking for death!" Mo Xiluo cursed in a low voice, let go of her grip, and was about to push her away, but Feng Sumo jumped away first.

Looking at him with panic in his eyes, Feng Sumo almost didn't look back, and ran out.

The door was slammed shut with a bang...

Moxiluo glanced sideways at the place on his shoulder that was bitten by her, and his brows frowned.

Geek woman!

Feng Sumo left Moxiluo's room and ran directly back to his own room. He fell heavily on the bed, and felt a knot in his heart. No matter how he thought about it, he felt uncomfortable.

Randomly grabbing the necklace that Luo Ran gave her on the pillow next month, Feng Sumo felt more and more uncomfortable, his chest was very blocked, that feeling was very oppressive and dull, and he really wanted to find an outlet to vent, and really wanted to vent.

"Why do you want to get married? Why do you want to get married? Don't you all want me?" Holding the thin silver necklace tightly, thinking about Yue Luoran's words last night, Feng Sumo's heart twitched in pain.

Feng Jiaye, Yue Luoran, Feng Suluo, and Yueyin's grandfather, Uncle Juefei, and Aunt Xisi, thinking of the faces closest to him in Shenyin Hall, Feng Sumo's heart hurts very much.

With so many people, why is no one reluctant to part with her?

The place to go is not other cities in China, nor Asia, but Monaco, and Europe across the ocean from China!
Clutching the silver necklace tightly with her slender hands, Feng Sumo walked out of the room, staring at the villa with empty eyes, and walked towards the wine cellar in a wooden way...

Moxiluo stood by the window of the room with a cold face. In the wine glass in his hand, the red wine rippled wave after wave, and Feng Sumo's face kept echoing in his head.

"Aren't I just a little maid working here? Who am I to you? Why do you care about me so much?"

who am I to you?
Why do you care about me so much?

Thinking of that, Moxiluo was upset.

The wine glass in his hand was thrown in a parabola, watching the glass draw a perfect arc in the air, and finally landed firmly on the table, Mocilo walked towards the room facing him with his slender legs.

The door was pushed open, but there was no sign of Feng Sumo inside.

Moxiluo raised his eyebrows slightly, turned around and walked towards the kitchen, but still saw no one.

"Damn girl!" Moxiluo cursed in a low voice, and searched room by room with a cold face.

He actually wanted him to find someone!
Pure heart courting death!

He didn't let go of all the rooms in the villa, even the wine cellar, but he still didn't see Feng Sumo.

Moxiluo's face became even uglier, he kicked the door of the living room, and walked towards the garden.

Passing by the fountain, just as I was about to move on, there was a sudden "snap" of a bottle shattering.

Moxiluo's eyes sank, and he followed the voice and walked over.

"How can you treat me like this...I hate you..."

In the direction facing the fountain sculpture, Feng Sumo was sitting on the ground with his face buried between his knees, his long hair messily scattered on his shoulders, covering most of his face, and his low-pitched complaints continued.

Moxiluo walked towards her step by step, but before he got close, a strong smell of alcohol was blown by the night wind, and the pungent smell made his already dark face even more ugly.

"Get up!" Walking to her side, Moxiluo pulled her up from the sitting position without saying a word.

(End of this chapter)