Genius Poisonous Concubine: Fourth Miss Against Heaven

Chapter 342 Simply Loving You

This sentence made Jian Yunling stunned for a moment.

She didn't think about this aspect. After Yu Wenzheng's reminder, she realized that, it seems that Ji Zimo's care for Junxue seems to have surpassed a doctor's care for a patient.

Maybe it's because Ji Zimo has great love in his heart and treats patients meticulously?
The more I thought about it, the more confused I became, I simply put aside these messy thoughts, stood up angrily with my hands on my hips, and said to Yu Wenzheng: "Don't talk about others, talk about you! Tell me, did you actually plan to send me a long time ago?" Is Yuegui Zelan handed over to Yuchen? The purpose of doing this play is to test how far Ji Zimo can go for Junxue, right?"

Hearing this, Yu Wenzheng smiled as brightly as the sun, stretched out his long arm, hooked his index finger, and slid it on the tip of her nose.

Jian Yunling's aura was instantly weakened by his pampering action, but thinking that he couldn't just let this person get by like this, and barely supported his last bottom line, he laid down his hand and pretended to be tough: "Don't move, answer my question."

The curve of Yu Wenzheng's lips was deeper, and it seemed as if thousands of eucalyptus and viburnum bloomed in his black pupils, swaying and jingling in the moonlit night, shining faintly.

Jian Yunling's breathing stagnated, and while sinking into it, unable to extricate herself, she slit her throat in her heart, scolding herself for being shameless.

However, such self-condemnation seemed useless, and in the end she was still grabbed by the wrist by Yu Wenzheng, her body was led to turn half a circle, and she sat on his lap.

Hammer punched his chest, and pouted unconvinced: "Every time you do this, you are better than me!"

Their foreheads were touching, and Yu Wenzheng rubbed the tip of his nose in a mischievous manner. Jian Yunling shrank back timidly. The two of them remained silent for a long time before he teased: "You know me so well, all my thoughts You guessed it right, so what else do you need me to answer?"

Jian Yunling pushed him away, biting her lower lip, looking like a puffed up groundhog, and said bitterly: "You, can't you be simple once? Since you want to give it to others, be honest It’s enough to hand it over to you, and you have to force Ji Zimo, a son with a higher self-esteem than the sky, to kneel down for you, so I’m tired and happy now.”

Yu Wenzheng was buried between her shoulders, and the hot air from his nose was like a light feather, teasing her delicate skin.

"Who says I'm not simple anymore? Am I not simply loving you now?"

The familiar burning sensation spread over her cheeks, Jian Yunling finally completely lost her ability to resist, all complaints and questions were thrown out of the blue, only the figure of the person in front of her and the faint fragrance of Leng Mei in his sleeves remained.

The wheelchair under him turned slowly, and walked towards the dimly lit room.

Waiting for them is a room of spring, beautiful midnight...

The next day, Yu Wenzheng kept his promise and ordered Fu Dongyun to send the Laurel Zelan in a brocade box to Ji Zimo. Jian Yunling was very surprised, why did he take such a treasure with him when he went out.

But because when she asked this question, she was still leaning on Yu Wenzheng's arms naked, so she didn't get an answer from the other party, but a series of delicate and fiery kisses from the other party.

The two of them lay down until the sun was three poles, and just got up, Fu Dongyun just came back to return to his life, and at the same time when he crossed the threshold, he saw the figure of the thrush in front of the Linghua bronze mirror. Shen Su strode into the inner room, clasped his fists and said, "My lord, I have sent Laurel Zelan to Mr. Ji."

(End of this chapter)