Marry a princess: Mr.Mo, please take it

Feng Jiuwu pursed her red lips and said, "uncle, what are you doing here?"

Mo yuan shouted angrily, "good morning, uncle."

When Zhong Zhiqing ran over, he felt very pressed when he heard his niece's light voice, but he heard Mo yuan's voice. He was not good. Smelly man, dead man, smelly man, he really hated this man.

"Xiao jiu'er, why did you get up so early? You didn't make breakfast. Why did you come out without breakfast? Don't be hungry. Let's go back quickly. It's very cold outside. Don't catch a cold later." Well, I said a lot, which made the other three confused. This guy really wants to say..

Feng Jiuwu nodded and wanted to withdraw directly from Mo yuan's arms, but Mo yuan hugged Feng Jiuwu and didn't let go. Feng Jiuwu smoked at the corner of her mouth and shouted in a cold voice, "Mo yuan."

Mo yuan thought for a moment and whispered, "kiss me and I'll let go."

Feng Jiuwu stared at her glass like eyes and said "Mo yuan" angrily

Mo yuan knew that his daughter-in-law was really angry. He simply let go of his hand, but he put his hand in front of Feng Jiuwu and motioned him to hold hands.

Re Zhiqing almost burst into foul language, "Mo yuan, you give me enough."

Mo yuan smiled, "uncle, what happened to my daughter-in-law?"

Uncle, you didn't stop the foul language in Qing's heart. He stretched out his hand and wanted to roll up his sleeve. He endured it, he endured it, but once he couldn't bear it, he absolutely bit it, so he didn't pay attention to what he said not to bully the younger generation.

Feng Jiuwu couldn't see the appearance of these two people. He directly took Mo yuan's hand and walked in the direction of coming. When he crossed chongzhiqing, he directly left a sentence "uncle, let's go back quickly. We're hungry."

Re check "..."

Sobbing, if his niece is not around him, he will be arched by a pig. Sobbing, seven brothers, hurry up to save him, or he will doubt his life. The road of life is long, but he has encountered a dead end, whining

Siqiu also stood in the same place and looked at the two people who left. His thin lips closed tightly and his eyes were a little dark. He saw that chongzhiqing was not far away from him. Siqiu walked towards chongzhiqing and didn't mean to stay. When he crossed chongzhiqing, he said in a low voice, "I can't see that guy can affect Xiaojiu's mood."

After thinking about revenge for more than ten seconds, chongzhiqing returned to his mind. After returning to his mind, he clenched his fist tightly and flashed a dark look in his eyes. What he said is that someone can image his niece's mood. This is allowed, but it is not allowed. That is, the person she put in her heart is mo yuan.

If Mo yuan devoted himself to Feng Jiu dance, they might not speak again, but this man, he can't see through. No, it should be said that many of them can't see through. Obviously, he looks like a heartless man, but his mind is extremely heavy. What thoughts seem to be on the surface, but they always know that this man, Not anyone they've ever met.

Take a deep breath, stop Qing again and cheer up. He can't, can't, he can't admit defeat. He also has to protect Fengjiu dance and look at the man's cheating on Xiao jiu'er. When the Island border is opened again a month later, he can send a message to the seven younger brothers. If he tells them now, it's just making them anxious.

As soon as he took a step, he stopped and walked towards the direction when he came. However, when he left, he looked behind him. There was the limit distance of Fengjiu dance cloth boundary. He also saw the boundary. However, he didn't expect that his niece would still cloth the boundary. Even if the cloth boundary was good, the boundary was so powerful. In the last few months they hadn't seen it, What happened to Feng Jiu dance?

Along the way, Mo yuan slightly lowered his head and secretly glanced at Feng Jiuwu's face with his eyes. When he saw that Feng Jiuwu had been silent, he knew that the woman might be angry and opened her mouth. Mo yuan finally didn't say anything, but held the hands in the palm of his hand more and more tightly.

But after taking a few steps again, Mo yuan started to stay. For him, yesterday's dream was like a dream, strange feeling, strange everything, strange life, strange daughter-in-law and strange himself.

Yes, he is himself. He is so strange. The strangeness makes him feel at a loss. He guessed that the person he attached to him is him, but why there are so many strange things. Like that dream, this dream is the same. It gives him a feeling of being familiar with his bones, but it makes him confused to his bones.

"Daughter-in-law, daughter-in-law..." Mo yuan whispered two times unconsciously, making Feng Jiuwu stunned. He looked back at Mo yuan in a daze and wondered, "what's the matter?"

Mo yuan raised his head slightly and opened his mouth rashly with a trace in his eyes, "daughter-in-law, what am I doing? Is this a dream? Why do I feel that everything is so unreal? I'm afraid that you will leave me one day. I'm afraid that one day, your kindness to me is just a whim. I'm afraid that our current life is false. We will change back to the previous way. You will forget me, or I will forget you... "Then, everything will return to the origin

Mo yuan hurriedly opened his mouth, and his tone was full of incoherent words. I'm afraid even he didn't know what he wanted to say or what was going on.

He didn't dare to say the last sentence at all. It was OK to say that he was cowardly, useless, and that he didn't look like a man. He just wanted to look like Fengjiu dance, Fengjiu dance's husband. He felt that since he had that dream yesterday, he had been a little abnormal, some didn't look like a normal person, but he didn't know what was going on?

Feng Jiuwu's eyes were very flat. She stared at Mo Yuan who said a lot of words so indifferently. She didn't speak or do anything. It was like waiting for Mo yuan's mood to calm down.

Sure enough, after a while, Mo yuan's mood finally calmed down, but after calming down, something was more wrong. His eyes stared at Feng Jiuwu tightly, as if to reflect her into the bone marrow, so that she could never escape his sight and his world. That kind of madness was what Feng Jiuwu doubted