Abduction of love and marriage: wrongly provoking the black emperor

Chapter 92 The Promise Is Just a Trial Marriage (1)

On the way from the study to the new house, Feng Sumo lost face again today, regardless of the fact that there were still some servants and guards walking around in the corridor, clenched their fists, and started attacking Moxiluo's shoulder.

"Let go of me! We have agreed three chapters!"

Moxiluo's steady and powerful steps were in stark contrast to Feng Sumo's panic now. He turned his head, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his lips, glanced at her, pursed his lips lightly, and did not answer directly.

Ian and Lance stood at the door of the study, looked at Feng Sumo's distressed appearance, and shook their heads in unison.

Struggling in Xi Luo's hands, the result can be known without guessing.

Kicking away, entering the room, and throwing the person on the bed, Mo Shao's standard smile appeared again.

There was a slight arc on the corners of his lips, and the faint smile made Feng Sumo... creepy.

Getting up from the bed, Feng Sumo tried his best to soften his expression, try to calm himself, and met his eyes, "We agreed, you can't touch me! You can't break your promise."

"When did we have this agreement?" The smile on the corners of Moxiluo's lips remained undiminished, with his arms propped on the bed, his body half leaning towards her, and his tone was indifferent, "Your request is for room allocation and does not restrict you. free."

"Then what are you doing now?" Feng Sumo retreated to a position far away from him, looking at him vigilantly.

Moxiluo stood upright, stood at the head of the bed, folded his arms around his chest, looked at her lazily, and emphasized, "Your request is only the two points just now. After the wedding ceremony in the room, I have asked the maid to clean it up separately. I have one for you, as for the issue of restricting your freedom, if you want to go where, I will not make it difficult."

Feng Sumo felt cheated.

He is telling her now that the room has been allocated and he has fulfilled all her requirements, so even if he eats her, doesn't he violate any agreement with her?

Treacherous fox!Damn scumbag!Bastard!
After slandering Moxiluo thousands of times in his heart, Feng Sumo stood up, met his eyes, and smiled, "I'm going back to my room now, you said you won't restrict my freedom, I think, shouldn't Will stop me?"

Who wouldn't catch language loopholes?

Moxiluo raised his eyebrows and said nothing, there was even a faint smile on the corner of his lips.

Feng Sumo glanced at him, put on his shoes and went out, led the way by the maid, and returned to the room he had arranged for him.

The European modern interior design, the large floor-to-ceiling windows on the slanted side of the bed, standing by the window, you can enjoy the beautiful scenery of the castle garden, Feng Sumo is very satisfied.

Just, why are there so many colorful rose petals sprinkled on the bed?
What is the purpose of making it so romantic?
"Princess Su Mo, the bath water has been put away." The maid in charge came out of the bathroom and smiled faintly at Feng Sumo.

A very faint smile, reflected on the cheeks with a few freckles, a little cute in its innocence.

Feng Sumo turned his head, glanced at her, and walked to the bathroom.

"What's your name?" Feng Sumo asked.

"My name is Jier." The maid came to her side and helped her take off her clothes.

"Ji'er..." Feng Sumo murmured her name, repeated it, and smiled, "You don't have to serve me, I'll do it myself."

"This is my duty." Ji'er squatted down, put her hands into the bathtub, tested the temperature of the water, and motioned for her to go in.

Thinking about his identity in the next six months, Feng Sumo didn't care too much, stepped into the bathtub, lay on his back and let her wait on him.

(End of this chapter)