The Cold Prince Dotes On His Wild Wife

Mo Yan returned gently: "Mu Mu passed the prize, but he just learned some fur with the master."

The two were speechless for a while. Mo Yan didn't like words, and he was not familiar with Mu Ziqiao. Mu Ziqiao didn't know how to speak to her for a while because he saw Mo Yuan's inexplicable nervousness.

A few words came to my mouth, but swallowed back. "Khekeke" Suddenly Mu Ziqiao's cough broke the tranquility between the two.

Mo Yan hurriedly asked, "What's wrong?"

He helped Mu Ziqiao sit in the gazebo, and Mo Yan carefully took the pulse for Mu Ziqiao. After a moment, he asked, "Heart blocked?"

Mu Ziqiao nodded.

"Your internal organs have been severely damaged, and I'm afraid it will be okay for a short while. Someone hates you so much and wants your life."

Mu Ziqiao smiled bitterly and did not answer Mo Yan's words.

"Can you go?"

"OK fine."

"I'll take you home. In this case, it's better to stay in bed and rest faster."

"There is a girl Lamor."

Mo Yan helped Mu Ziqiao carefully down the steps and went directly to Mu Ziqiao's residence.

Jing Muhan was busy with the things in his hands, and he couldn't wait to see Mo Yan, so he hurried back to Zhuangzi, and asked the girl, Mo Yan, where he went to the garden. I was with Mu Ziqiao. Jing Muhan thought that Mu Ziqiao was not bad. He thought of the two men alone and widowed. He was so distressed that he hurried to Mu Ziqiao's garden.

Mo Yan helped Mu Ziqiao to the dormitory, and sent him across the room. He caressed him and went to bed. Who knows, he tripped on the edge of the bed, and Mo Yan rushed into Mu Ziqiao.

Mu Ziqiao was also caught off guard, instinctual hands around Mo Yan's waist, the two were so ambiguous pressed together, stacked on the bed.

Mo Yan and Muzi Qiao hurriedly said sorry, when he was about to get up, his back was cold, and the whole person was rudely thrown out by a big hand.

Fortunately, Mo Yan reached out and did not let himself fall.

Looking at the tall figure in front of him, Mo Yan frowned. "Why are you here?"

Jing Muhan's somber face was full of murderousness. He stared at Mu Ziqiao fiercely, and looked back at Mo Yan: "If the king doesn't come, do you want to do something with the man behind the king? Come on! Huh? "

In his words, all revealed anger and ridicule, Mo Yan stared at Jing Muhan with his eyes wide open. This was the first time she was so humiliated by a man!

"Jing Muhan, keep your mouth clean!"

Mu Ziqiao glanced slightly and hurriedly explained, "Master, you have misunderstood."

As a result, Jing Muhan and Mo Yan said in unison to Muzi Qiao: "You shut me up!" "You shut up my king!"

Mu Ziqiao was aggrieved and he was bedridden.

Mo Yan collided with Jing Muhan's eyes, "I didn't even see things clearly, so I humiliated me so much. Jing Muhan, do you really think you are the prince, I am afraid of you?"

Jing Muhan froze for a moment, then lowered his voice and said, "To do such a lowly thing, do you expect the king to praise you for failing? Uh?"

Mo Yan was anxious and gave a serious glance at Jing Muhan, and strode away after passing him. Jing Muhan followed closely and asked coldly, "Where are you going?"

Don't be mad, "Go out and find a man! Do lowly things!"

Inexplicably, she was so angry that Jing Muhan thought of her so much and said she. She did not expect that one day she would become so irrational and so naive!

Jing Muhan was furious. A flying man landed in front of Mo Yan, his gloomy gaze didn't have a trace of temperature, just like Mo Yuan saw him for the first time, and it was cold and impossible to approach.

"You say it again!"

Mo Yan raised his jaw, and returned coldly and proudly: "Jing Muhan, don't care about me!"

Jing Muhan's scarlet eyes stared straight at Mo Yan, and his cold hand fell on Mo Yan's neck. "Women, tell me again!"

He only needed her to lower her posture, and she could do it as if she hadn't seen it. Maybe he didn't know enough about her, and he didn't know what kind of man she likes. Maybe he could learn Muziqiao, and let her focus on him in the future. But he thought wrong ~

Mo Yan suppressed the anger in his heart, and gritted his teeth and said, "I am not yours, what qualifications do you have for me!"

Jing Muhan froze, he is not her, huh! For so many days, he was in her heart, but there was nothing in it.

He laughed with a self-deprecating laugh in his heart, his eyes dropped, and no one could see the mood of Jing Muhan at this moment. After a while, Mo Yan's neck was loosened, and Jing Muhan's cold voice reminded him: "Go!"

Mo Yan raised his eyes, and his eyes were wet. This **** man, just so distrustful of her, could cause a small incident to cause uproar? He brought her here, and now he looks at her that way.

The throat was so hot that Mo Yan slowly got up and touched the painful neck. The corner of his mouth showed a sneer, and he left without turning his head back. Soon, he disappeared before Jing Muhan's eyes.

Jing Muhan stood still, staring at his hands,

When he returned to God, a boulder was blocked in his heart, and he murmured, "What did the king do to her?"

At noon, Jing Muhan stood motionless in the courtyard, who seemed to be waiting. Chu Cheng stood still and said nothing. For a long time, Jing Muhan asked, "Where is she now?"

Chu Cheng returned: "East of the city."

"Look Mu Muqiao!"

"Yes, Lord."

Looking at the back of Jing Muhan's departure, Chu Cheng glanced. "Why is it so hard for the master? Is it so difficult to apologize to the woman? But according to the temperament of the master, I am afraid it is a bit difficult."

Mo Yan walked aimlessly in the east of the city until he entered a barren mountain and went east along the trail. Along the way, he always felt that there were eyes behind him, but every time he turned around, he was alone. No.

Seeing that there was no road ahead, Mo Yan stopped and looked around. The only way to go is the path on the right hand side. However, this road seems to be the way up the mountain.

After hesitating for a moment, Mo Yan finally walked back along the same path.

The sun was gradually setting, and the sky was getting darker and darker. Just as Mo Yan was about to enter the entrance, a group of men in tattered clothes suddenly appeared in front of him.

"stop!"

Mo Yan looked at the men in front of him, with a wary glance at both sides, and slowly backed away.

Hearing the movement behind him, Mo Yan turned back, **** it! Be surrounded!

Looking at a group of men, Mo Yan's fists slowly clenched together, always ready to shoot.

The man headed was fat and with big ears, holding his round stomach and approaching Mo Yan. He laughed slyly, "Little beauty, where are you going?"