The imperial pet, the contract cute wife is addicted

Chapter 251
Watermelon juice on crushed ice?
It is indeed very helpful to her now, but why did she accept Bai Weiwei's kindness?

Isn't that sick?

Thinking of this, Mo Anya stretched out her hand, and knocked over the watermelon juice on the ground with a bang. Fei Shijue looked at Mo Anya's actions, and didn't feel angry in his heart, only happy: "You, don't you like watermelon juice?"

Although Mo Anya liked to eat watermelon the most in the past, this kind of thing is no longer important, because Mo Anya didn't respond to the outside world before, and the state is obviously much better now.

Fei Shijue felt very happy. Mo Anya glanced at him, pursed her lips slightly, and answered very simply: "I like watermelon juice."

"If you like it, why don't you drink it?" Fei Shijue stretched out his hand and pinched Mo Anya's chin. Seeing that there were burn marks on it, his eyes darkened, and he applied ointment on Mo Anya's lips.

From the beginning to the end, she ignored Bai Weiwei who was always standing beside her with a face full of self-blame, and Mo Anya said word by word: "Because I don't like her,"

Mo Anya thought about it, anyway, Bai Weiwei bumped into someone in front of Fei Shijue, so why couldn't she take this opportunity to let Bai Weiwei show her true colors in front of Fei Shijue and everyone?

Thinking of this, Mo Anya deliberately raised her head, and looked into Bai Weiwei's eyes with a scared expression.

His face became more beautiful and moving after being slightly adjusted, but now he suddenly showed such a scared expression, which made Fei Shijue full of tension: "How can you not like Wei Wei?"

In Fei Shijue's eyes, although his feelings for Bai Weiwei were complicated, he didn't think that Bai Weiwei was a bad person.

Therefore, she has always been puzzled by Mo Anya's fear of Bai Weiwei.

"Because she hit someone." Mo Anya looked at Bai Weiwei timidly, curled up tightly in Fei Shijue's arms, her trembling appearance aroused pity.

"Don't be afraid." Fei Shijue hugged her very distressedly, turned his head to look at Bai Weiwei, and didn't want to get angry, so he just frowned and said, "Go back first, don't let Anya see you, there is a toilet in the room, if you If you’re hungry, go find a servant, in short, don’t come out.”

Mo Anya looked at Fei Shijue, and suddenly felt that Bai Weiwei was indeed a very special existence to Fei Shijue, because Fei Shijue didn't directly drive Bai Weiwei away.

No matter, this is fine, only by doing this, can I step on Bai Weiwei better, and let her know that I am definitely not so easy to bully.

"Then I'll leave now." Bai Weiwei took her things away in a panic, then turned around and left the room, Mo Anya glanced at the direction Bai Weiwei left, and lowered her eyes to Fei Shijue and whispered: "That woman is terrible .”

"Why is it scary?" Fei Shijue looked at Mo Anya's bewildered eyes like a child, and comforted him with a gentle voice: "What did she do to you?"

In the past, Fei Shijue just enthusiastically believed in Bai Weiwei, but now he suddenly wondered whether this was what he and everyone saw.

Because of some things, I seem to have decided too one-sidedly and decisively. Is the truth of the matter really what I see?

How did I completely trust Bai Weiwei?
The doubts in Fei Shijue's heart gradually deepened, Mo Anya looked at Fei Shijue, and said slowly: "I, I don't know, I have forgotten a lot...but she will hit me"

Mo Anya's voice was very hoarse, and it would hurt to say a few words. Fei Shijue couldn't bear to watch Mo Anya speak like this, so he stretched out his hand to comfort her: "Don't think about it."

"No, I'm afraid." Mo Anya's eyes suddenly turned red: "I'm afraid...she was...cough cough cough cough"

After talking more and more, Mo Anya began to cough vigorously, and the coughing sound became more and more distressed. Fei Shijue reached out and hugged Mo Anya tightly in his arms: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't want you to say , I know you're scared, but we'll let her go in the future, okay?"

For the current Fei Shijue, Mo Anya is a very fragile porcelain doll, so I absolutely can't let him suffer any harm.

Bai Weiwei stood silently at the door of the house, her face full of coldness.

Hello Moanya!

You are now blatantly driving me away!

Bai Weiwei couldn't accept this kind of thing no matter what, she stretched out her hand and clenched her fist, her heart screamed, but she couldn't look unhappy on the surface.

Because Fei Shijue didn't like it, she knew that Fei Shijue was only grateful to her and had no relationship between men and women at all, so she walked on eggshells and was careful, in case it would be bad if he went wrong.

She has to be generous and gentle, and she can't be petty, otherwise she will be criticized, said to be inconsiderate, and said to be too jealous.

It doesn't matter how Mo Anya is murmured, because she has capital, but she can't do it herself, she has no capital, Fei Shijue is the last trump card in her hand.

She must marry Fei Shijue.

But what Bai Weiwei didn't know was that Fei Shijue had never divorced Mo Anya at all, and the two had always been an aboveboard husband and wife relationship.

Mo Anya wanted to divorce before, but Fei Shijue disagreed. Although the reasons for his disagreement were different then, Fei Shijue was still very grateful for his decision.

Fortunately, they did not get divorced.

"Ah Jue" Mo Anya weakly leaned on Fei Shijue's side: "I feel pain all over my body right now, I'm so tired... My throat hurts so much"

As Mo Anya and Fei Shijue talked more and more, Fei Shijue's mood gradually became better and better.

Mo Anya's actions meant that she was gradually accepting the Fei family, herself, and everything that had hurt her.

It feels really good.

Fei Shijue felt that no matter what the result was, at least he deserved some credit, at least he could feel Mo Anya's approach and body temperature.

"I'll give you medicine." Fei Shijue said, reaching out to bring Mo Anya a bottle of spray, and asked Mo Anya to open her mouth. Mo Anya looked at the spray and shook her head: "No, it hurts."

As he spoke, he shrank back again and again, like a child.

Fei Shijue reached out to hold Mo Anya's knee, with a serious face: "No, this must be used, otherwise do you want your voice to be like this all the time?"

"..." Mo Anya was very unhappy, but thinking about the voice of such an old woman, she felt it was a pity, and finally she had no choice but to nod in agreement with Fei Shijue, and opened her mouth to let Fei Shijue spray herself.

When the spray reached her throat, it was cool, like mint, but the back was a little itchy, so Mo Anya didn't like this taste and feeling, which made Mo Anya couldn't help but want to reach out to pick it.

(End of this chapter)