Marry a princess: Mr.Mo, please take it

Feng Jiuwu and Mo yuan were embarrassed when they entered the room again. Now she is facing a problem, a very serious problem. Today, where do they sleep?

It's impossible for her to sleep in the same bed with Mo yuan. It's not good to go out and ask someone to arrange a room. She doesn't know how Mo yuan and the original owner dealt with this situation before.

Mo yuan seems to have found some unnaturalness in Fengjiu dance, and suddenly thought of the same problem as Fengjiu dance.

Mo yuan's mouth whispered, and peach blossom's eyes were full of evil taste“ Daughter in law, let's sleep. "

This is some goose bumpy voice, which makes Feng Jiu dance cold. He looked at Mo yuan strangely.

Mo yuan looked at his little wife and seemed to express that you are ill.

Mo yuan's heart choked. It was boring. The woman was almost isolated from the world. He hadn't seen her change her face or smile since she woke up.

"You sleep in bed," said Feng Jiuwu, and then walked out of the room. Mo yuan was confused.

In a few minutes, Mo yuan came in with a set of necessities for sleeping. Feng Jiuwu crossed Mo yuan and paved under the bed.

Well, it's really a floor shop. Does that mean that this dead woman wants to make a floor shop?

Mo yuan is really angry. He is not angry at anything else, and Feng Jiuwu suspects his character. Is he a man who will let women sleep on the floor.

"Hey, dead woman, you sleep on it." Mo yuan spoke in a very arrogant voice. Feng Jiuwu had only one idea. Her hands itched.

"Go away," Feng Jiuwu said coldly, looking at the man who stopped her from paving the floor.

Mo yuan choked. What the hell? She shouldn't have such an expression,,

"You go to bed and I sleep on the ground." Feng Jiuwu stared at Mo yuan suspiciously, turned his head and looked at the bed, with some disgust on his face.

Mo yuan seemed to understand the subtle expression of Feng Jiuwu and almost ran away. "We were like this before. You slept in bed and I slept on the floor."

Phoenix nine dance looked at Mo yuan again, and Mo yuan understood the meaning of Phoenix nine dance, "really, really, I used to sleep like this."

As soon as the voice fell, Mo yuan saw that Feng Jiuwu's face was slightly loose. He was really unhappy to see such Feng Jiuwu. He pushed away Feng Jiuwu and set up a floor shop.

Feng Jiuwu ignored Mo yuan, who was still sulking, took off his shoes and went to bed.

After Mo yuan finished the floor, he saw a picture that he could not forget all his life. The soft light hit the girl on the bed. The girl put her hands on her lower abdomen and had a shallow smile on her face. Mo yuan seemed to see that it was a satisfied smile.

Mo yuan's lips were also hooked. Even Mo yuan didn't realize how spoiled he was when he looked at the girl in bed.

In the morning, Mo yuan has a biological clock. He gets up at six o'clock every day, no more than a minute and a second. He gets up on time at six o'clock.

The girl on the bed is still sleeping safely and soundly. Mo yuan gets up carefully for fear of waking Feng Jiuwu, but he doesn't know where he can get it.

The girl on the bed opened her eyes. Mo yuan's action was stiff and embarrassed. Feng Jiu dance was a little confused at first, and it became almost the same as usual in a second.

"You're awake." Mo Yuan went to the bed and watched Feng Jiu dance.

Feng Jiuwu gave a light hum and got up. The smell of Feng Jiuwu just got up was not as cold as usual, but a little human.

"Then get up and wash."

Unexpectedly, there was another light, um, sound. Mo yuan had a big head. This little wife is really not cute.

Mo yuan looked at Feng Jiuwu closer. Feng Jiuwu twisted his eyebrows. He was very upset. This smelly hooligan.

Mo yuan also seemed to see the expression of Feng Jiu dance. He thought it was very interesting. He approached a little closer. Unexpectedly, his foot slipped and the whole person rushed down.

Originally, Mo yuan could stabilize his body, but Mo yuan changed his mind. Feng Jiuwu wanted to push Mo yuan away. It was too late.

Time suddenly stood still. Mo yuan looked at the woman under him who made him very complex. No, it should not be counted as a woman, but a girl, because he had never touched her in the past six months since they were married.

Eye to eye, nose to nose, and mouth almost right. An evil spirit is like a devil, and a city is like an immortal. Such a memorable picture was instantly destroyed by a Palestinian applause.

Mo yuan incredibly covered his hot and handsome face and felt that the whole person was bad. Was he beaten?

"Phoenix, nine, dance." Mo yuan gnashed his teeth and looked at the initiator, but the woman still looked indifferent.

Phoenix nine dance is not as indifferent as the surface, and there are still light ripples in her heart.

Is she being frivolous?

It's a daily shame for Feng Jiuwu, an old maid who was alone in her previous life and never had a small hand or kiss with a man.

"Hooligan," Feng Jiuwu said, looking at Mo yuan discontentedly.

Mo Yuan thinks he's going to be angry. You're a rascal. He's his wife. What's wrong with him? He's a rascal.

"Feng, Jiu, dance," Mo yuan rushed forward angrily and pressed Feng Jiu dance to the bed. Feng Jiu dance wanted to struggle, but her original body was too fragile, and she had not started learning to repair truth again, and her strength was no better than Mo yuan. Her eyes were a little red.

"Go away, smelly man," said Feng Jiuwu. She felt that she was so indifferent that she was almost angry. Rascal, shameless, smelly man.

Mo yuan thought Feng Jiuwu's angry expression was very interesting. It turned out that the woman was so shy.

"Ha ha," Feng Jiuwu heard Mo yuan's light laughter and struggled.

Mo yuan, because when she wanted to stop, there was a huge sound, like the collision between meat and meat.

Mo yuan took a step backward and covered his aching forehead. Ya, the woman is not dying. She hit his head with her head with so much strength. It is estimated that it is red and swollen.

But when he put down his hand covering his forehead, he froze.

Feng Jiuwu looked at him with a sight that frightened him, and the bright red blood slowly flowed down his forehead.

When Mo yuan reacts, he quickly takes out the medicine box and wants to hold Feng Jiuwu's hand, but Feng Jiuwu avoids it.

"Go away," said Feng Jiuwu after years of etiquette.

"Feng Jiuwu, your head is bleeding. You can't help healing. Come here and stop." Mo yuan felt that Feng Jiuwu was making trouble, but he didn't know that his answer would only make Feng Jiuwu want to stay away from him more and more.

"Go away," his voice was three decibels louder than just now, but there was still a faint tone in Mo yuan's ear.

"Nine dance, stop." Mo yuan wants to persuade again.

"I told you to go away, didn't you hear me?" Feng Jiuwu is really impatient with this man.

Mo yuan put down his hand and looked at Feng Jiuwu with deep eyes.

At this time, the atmosphere became tense...