The Evil King's Pampering Wife: The Unscrupulous Miss

Chapter 577 His Heart 9
It is noon now, and Mo Qingchen has been going out early and returning late for half a month, but today is different. She went back to the cabin at noon, and Su Anran didn't want to ask any questions. As long as there is something delicious, everything is easy to talk about. Freed from the fear of "prostration", Su Anran started clamoring for meat again.

Mo Qingchen smiled helplessly, and followed Su Anran's wishes, packed two sauce-flavored pig's trotters from a famous restaurant in Xiling Country, and made a bone soup along the way. Make sure to cook delicious food for Su Anran, paying attention to nutrition.

Good fast can run far!

Time flies, two months have passed quietly, and there is still half a month before the agreement with the leader of the human-mask tribe.

Su Anran lives on the mountain, watching the flowers bloom and fall, looking around, the flowers all over the mountains wither and turn into soil, the green leaves are replaced by a piece of red, Su Anran sits on a high tree fork, with her feet dangling in the air Leisurely, playing with her waist-length black hair with both hands, after two months of "captivity" by Mo Qingchen, Su Anran has become more and more slick.

Those black eyes looked at the distant scenery deeply and fascinated, the long curly eyelashes twinkled on the eyelids, the pink lips were slightly raised, the facial features echoed each other on that beautiful little face, and she was dressed in white tulle with pleats skirt, the petite figure is perfectly outlined by a few strokes, exquisite and elegant, and the wide gauze sleeves flutter in the wind. From a distance, it looks like a mysterious painting. Su Anran looks like a fairy in the painting who is about to come out of the painting. .

As autumn comes, a flock of wild geese flies south, passing by Su Anran's eyes, startling white clouds and magpies.

But where Su Anran was looking at was the direction of the thorn forest, looking down from a high place, suddenly far and now near.

The autumn is crisp and cool, with gusts of cool wind blowing in front of Su Anran, lifting her hair and gauze skirt.

Feeling the scorching gaze from behind, Su Anran smiled, and then turned over neatly and got down the tree. The bird on the tree was startled, flapping its wings and flying high.

Standing in front of Su Anran was Mo Qingchen, dressed in black robes swaying in the wind, her long black hair fluttering, and a wicked smile on her knife-like handsome face, her eyes were icy cold when she saw Su Anran Then it was replaced by a touch of tenderness, looking at Su Anran's eyes with tenderness and affection, that tenderness bloomed only for her alone...

One flower, one world, one leaf, one pursuit, one song, one sigh, one life for one person.

Mo Qingchen opened her strong arms, and that embrace was only open for one person.

Su Anran quickly threw herself into the warm and long embrace, wrapping her arms around Mo Qingchen's muscular waist, the hand feeling seemed to be very good, she buried her head in Mo Qingchen's chest, feeling the body temperature from his body, Mo Qingchen Out of thin air, Qing Chen took out a light blue cloak used by women and put it on Su Anran, and said with thin lips, "How can you play with a child's temper, the wind is strong, be good, and go into the house."

Mo Qingchen's voice is magnetic, calm and pleasant. Every time, Su Anran can't help but want to hear a few more words from Mo Qingchen, but this monster always cherishes words like gold.

These two months were the first time that Su Anran stayed with Mo Qingchen the longest. Before that, she always wanted to go back, but now facing the problem of going back, Su Anran suddenly felt reluctant to give up.

Mo Qingchen looked at Su Anran raising his head, tilting his head and looking at himself with cute eyes, with a bad taste of molesting, Mo Qingchen couldn't help but want to "teach a lesson" to Su Anran.

(End of this chapter)