Jiuye's little wife is sweet and sassy

Chapter 129 A Joke

Yan Ruoxue threw herself into Jun Wuyong's arms, eagerly groping his chest with both hands... There was no red liquid on the black suit.

Yan Ruoxue looked up in surprise and looked at Jun Wuyong's face.

There was no trace of blood on her pale pink lips, a straight nose, and a pair of eyes full of love and doting came into her eyes... The corners of Yan Ruoxue's mouth rose slowly, feeling extremely happy.

"It's great that you're here..."

The joy of regaining what was lost made Yan Ruoxue happily bury her head on Uncle Jiu's neck.

At this time, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a person holding a gun in his hand, pointing directly at Uncle Jiu's back.

Yan Ruoxue's heart skipped a beat, and she suddenly looked up, a face with a ferocious smile was smiling at her unscrupulously.

"Jun Zhan!" Two words, Yan Ruoxue blurted out.

Jun Zhan laughed even more wildly, moved his lips, said something to Yan Ruoxue silently, and then pulled the trigger...

A golden light flashed, and a golden bullet flew out of the gun, shooting straight at Jun Wuyong.

"no, do not want!"

Yan Ruoxue left Uncle Jiu's embrace, and hugged Uncle Jiu's back tightly before the bullet passed through Uncle Jiu's body.

However, when she saw the golden bullet pass through her body and enter Uncle Jiu's chest, she lowered her head in a daze and looked at Uncle Jiu's chest...

Everywhere he looked was glaringly red, and boundless red flowed from Uncle Jiu's body until it completely submerged Uncle Jiu's body.

Yan Ruoxue stared blankly at the red on her hands, letting the boiling blood spread under her feet until it swallowed her...

………………………… In the bedroom…………………

"Xue'er? Wake up, Xue'er..."

Jun Wuyong stared at Yan Ruoxue on the bed without blinking, paying attention to her expression all the time, calling her name over and over again.

Seeing that Xue'er was still awake, Jun Wuyong had no choice but to slap her harder again, trying to get her out of the nightmare.

Suddenly, Jun Wuyong saw that Xueer's frown was loosened, and the corners of her mouth were slowly raised.

The finger that was about to fall paused for a moment, and seeing her lips open and close again, Jun Wuyong quickly leaned over and listened attentively.

"It's great that you're here..."

Hearing this, the corners of Jun Wuyong's mouth raised slightly, and he turned his head to look at Xue'er on the bed.

"Jun Zhan."

As soon as Yan Ruoxue finished speaking, the temperature in the bedroom suddenly dropped, Jun Wuyong's eyes narrowed slightly, and violent anger rampaged in the dark eyes.

"No, don't." Yan Ruoxue frowned.

Jun Wuyong's eyes don't have any focal length, like a lone wolf who is alone in the world, everything around him has nothing to do with him.

After an unknown amount of time, Yan Ruoxue's brows relaxed, and everything returned to calm.

After a long time, Jun Wuyong's eyes became in focus, he gently wiped the sweat off her face, and stared at her sleeping face without blinking.

The bedroom was no longer dark, and gradually became brighter, but the two people on the bed were as motionless as sculptures.

The soft sunlight shone on her face, Yan Ruoxue's eyes slowly opened, and she saw a familiar profile in the dimness.

"Uncle Nine..."

With deep attachment in her soft voice, Yan Ruoxue raised her hand, rubbed her eyes, and dazedly arched towards the warm embrace beside her, smelling the familiar reassuring smell, Yan Ruoxue rubbed gently, Find a comfortable position, close your eyes, and fall asleep again.

Jun Wuyong's eyes drooped slightly, and his eyes were fixed on the black hair in his arms for a moment.

About 10 minutes later, Yan Ruoxue, who was nestled in Jun Wuyong's arms, moved, raised her head, her big round eyes like almonds were full of confusion, the end of her eyes was slightly raised, with a touch of lovely red, The rosy and full lips were slightly raised, evoking a seductive arc.

Jun Wuyong's eyes became darker, and his fingers hidden under the quilt curled up.

"Uncle Nine, good morning." The girl's voice was a little hoarse, soft and soft like a kitten being coquettish.

Jun Wuyong stared at the person in his arms without blinking, and his thin lips were tightly pursed, as if he didn't hear Yan Ruoxue's words.

After waiting for a long time for no response, Yan Ruoxue blinked her eyes in confusion, why does Uncle Jiu feel a little... weird today?

It may be that the doubts in Yan Ruoxue's eyes are too obvious, or it may be that Jun Wuyong just recovered, she saw the corners of Uncle Jiu's mouth raised, and his eyes became as gentle as usual.

"Good morning."

Receiving a response, Yan Ruoxue raised the corners of her mouth, her eyebrows and eyes curved into smiles.

"What do you want to eat this morning?" Yan Ruoxue stretched out her small hand from under the quilt, grabbed Jun Wuyong's collar and rolled it into a roll.

Jun Wuyong glanced at the little hand that was playing tricks on the collar, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised, "Sandwich."

Yan Ruoxue concentrated on rolling up the collar in her hands, and said casually, "What else?"

"milk."

Hearing this, Yan Ruoxue snapped her fingers and raised her head, "Are you questioning my cooking skills?!"

At this moment, Yan Ruoxue raised her chin slightly, her big eyes were wide open, and her cheeks were bulging.

Looking at Xue'er like this, Jun Wuyong thought of the arrogant kitten, as if as long as he dared to say that she was not good at cooking, she would show her sharp claws.

Jun Wuyong paused, and said: "Breakfast doesn't need to be so complicated."

Yan Ruoxue turned her head slightly, reminded with a smile, "I remember someone once made a whole table of breakfast."

She remembered that when she saw a table full of various breakfasts that day, she was completely stunned.

From buns, omelets, pancakes, seafood porridge... to sandwiches, croissants, salads... Chinese and Western breakfasts, each with a small plate, set up a whole table.

What did Uncle Jiu say that day?

'Eating a hearty breakfast is good for your health. '

Now say 'breakfast doesn't have to be so complicated. '

Are all men so fickle?

Hearing Xue'er say 'breakfast for one table', Jun Wuyong naturally remembered that time.

Knowing that Xueer would come to him and have breakfast here by the way, he was so excited that he almost stayed up all night and got up to cook before dawn, because he didn't know what Xueer liked to eat, so he just thought about everything. Do a little bit, and as a result, as you do it, it becomes a table.

That day, it was the first time he ate alone with Xueer after returning to Jinghua City...

That day, Xue Er talked a lot to him, and he was very happy.

It's just...every sentence of her is mixed with a name that he hates - Jun Zhan.

The floodgate of memory was opened, and many memories related to Xueer flashed in Jun Wuyong's mind.

When he was a teenager, he was in a mess and met the kind-hearted Xueer, who shone into his dark life like sunshine.

Her bright smile and clear eyes fascinated him deeply.

He wanted to stay by her side forever, protect her, take care of her, take care of her...

However, he can't control his life, he can only leave Haicheng and return to Jinghua City.

He studies hard, earns money desperately, he wants to control his own life, and he wants to be by her side.

However, fate made a joke with him...

　Yan Ruoxue: Men are fickle!

　　Jun Wuyong: I am different from them.

　　Yan Ruoxue: Are you not a man?
　　Jun Wuyong: I am very specific!

　　Yan Ruoxue: Uncle, does it have something to do with me if you are not specific?
　　Jun Wuyong: Daughter-in-law, do you think it matters?

　　Yan Ruoxue: Uncle Jiu, who is your wife!
　　Jun Wuyong: zheng
　　
　
(End of this chapter)