Feng Wan was stunned for a while and woke up. She screamed in a low voice, reached out to cover the tooth marks, and was about to ask Wei Ziyang for help, but when she saw him, she quickly closed her lips.

Just then, a voice came from outside, "Would you guys be there? A man named Zhao Jun said he had something important to look for."

Zhao Jun?

Wei Ziyang stared at Feng Wan and sneered: "Your husband is very important to you."

He held her arm and said, "Go, I'll meet him."

Feng Wan couldn't help but staggered a few steps. Seeing that he was getting faster and faster, she couldn't help but feel anxious. She stammered: "Xiao Lang."

"Huh?" Wei Ziyang turned around and stared at her.

Feng Wan immediately changed his words, "Mr., may I let my face wash and wait for a moment before meeting him?"

She widened the beautiful Shuiling's eyes, covered the tooth mark tightly with her right hand, and looked depressed.

Wei Ziyang understood, and he pulled her hand and saw Feng Wan's white and tender face with tooth marks. He stretched out his middle finger, pressed the tooth marks, and said lightly: "You are so ugly, who is patient to touch you? When you see your husband, you say you have touched it."

Will you get tooth marks when you touch it?

Feng Wan was so angry that she glared at Wei Ziyang and couldn't help but respond softly: "Well, I told him that I was bitten by a dog."

This is scolding Wei Ziyang for being a dog.

Wei Ziyang's eyes turned dark. He looked at Feng Wan for a while, grinning at snow-white teeth, and said, "What a woman, she is gentle when scolding others." The woman in front of her had a kind of tranquility like water. Her beautiful eyes as beautiful as stars always contain insight. It seemed that the world was changing, she knew it as if it was as strong as wind and rain, and she had become accustomed to it.

Wei Ziyang always sees such eyes and expressions, and he has the urge to break them with his own hands and to destroy them with great force.

Unfortunately, she is always calm, even if she is shocked and moved, it will be just such a moment.

Wei Ziyang grinded his teeth for a while, put his eyes on his face, and slammed her wrists hard, and said unreasonably: "Don't wash your face."

Feng Wan, who was dragged down, asked with a bitter face and stuttered: "But, but..."

"No, but." Wei Ziyang said, "Anyway, your husband can tolerate it very much."

When he mentioned Zhao Jun, there was disdain in his tone. Yes, Zhao Jun's personality is completely different from that of him. It is reasonable for him to look down on Zhao Jun.

Wei Ziyang dragged Feng Wan to the chapel, and as soon as he entered the chapel, he became elegant. In Feng Wan's wide eyes, Wei Ziyang changed into a playful robe of birds that were as thin as cicadas under the maids' service.

He slowly walked to a few places, leaned on his knees and leaned on him.

As soon as he sat down, several maids immediately stepped forward, one knelt behind him, combing the ink hair that had hung over his waist, one massaged his feet, and the other peeled off the grapes and fed them into his lips.

In this way, the young man who was still angry and childish just now became the noble son of Jinma Yutang in a blink of an eye.

Wei Ziyang slowly swallowed a grape and glanced at Feng Wan at him blankly. At that moment, his phoenix eyes narrowed, and his narrow and charming bloody eyes were dissipated. He saw him with a hoarse voice and asked lazily: "Qingqing, your saliva is flowing out."

Feng Wan was shocked and was about to raise her sleeves when she immediately realized. At this time, Wei Ziyang was already laughing happily.

Just now, Feng Wan was really stunned.

She had always seen him in a mess, he was willful, rude, and he was passionate and joking. But for the first time she saw him, he was so elegant and noble, as if he was favored by heaven.

She never knew that when a person changed into a robe and a expression, he completely turned into another kind of person.

She couldn't believe that a young man who had been a beggar had this natural demeanor and natural noble and elegant.

Feng Wan's stupid look was obviously pleased Wei Ziyang. He narrowed his eyes slightly and glanced at her with a smile. His voice rose and he called out hoarsely: "Let Zhao Junjin see you."

"yes."

After the servant took the order and left, Wei Ziyang looked at Feng Wan. Seeing her honestly lowering her head and standing in the corner, he waved his hand and called gently: "Come here."

Feng Wan still lowered her head and remained honest, as if she had not heard his cry.

Wei Ziyang narrowed his eyes and his voice became gentler. "Come here." Although the voice was obviously gentle, somehow, the people in the room were all silent.

Feng Wan sighed softly and walked towards him in a small step.

"Near me."

Feng Wan sighed again and stood up to him. She was so tight that she could clearly feel the temperature of each other's skin.

After looking at her, Wei Ziyang nodded contentedly and said, "Remember to look up."

Feng Wan smiled bitterly, she took a deep breath, and whispered in a quieter and quieter manner: "Mr., I am a married woman, and I cannot help but play like this."

Her voice was gentle and firm, low, with a kind of helplessness and request.

Wei Ziyang didn't need to answer, and he knew that she was looking at him quietly with her beautiful and quiet eyes that could see everything. It seemed that what she was facing was a younger brother or child who made her helpless.

He knew that when this woman looked at him, she felt an involuntary maternality and tenderness. The hidden kind of care, respect, and look up that she had never even discovered, made him feel comfortable, and always wanted to break something hard.

Wei Ziyang raised his lips, and he glanced at the figure getting closer and closer outside, glanced at the phoenix eyes slanted, and replied in a mute manner: "So what about a woman? I don't dislike you."

Almost as soon as his voice fell, the people outside froze.

After a while, Zhao Jun's nervous, suppressed and respectful voice came from outside, "Zhao Jun asked for a meeting..."

Before he could finish his words, Wei Ziyang whispered impatiently, "Come in."

This shout made Zhao Jun outside silence. Standing outside the door, he stared at the figure looming inside, gritted his teeth, Zhao Jun sneered: But a butt-selling boy, who do you really think you are? Bah! When I climb up, I will definitely tell you that life is worse than death!

He responded respectfully and pushed open the door.

As soon as the door opened, he saw the boy lying on the slanted side, as beautiful as a jade carving that made people dare not look up to him. At the same time, he also saw Feng Wan standing close to the boy, bowing his head and silently.

Staring at Feng Wan, Zhao Jun called affectionately: "Wan Niang?"

After calling out, he bowed deeply to Wei Ziyang and said with a smile: "Don't blame me, my husband, I am a reckless and dull woman. If you are proud, I will ask you..."

He still didn't finish speaking, and Wei Ziyang's lazy, irritating voice came, "Forget it, you can go back with him."

With a wave of his hand, the two guards walked out and made a gesture of inviting Feng Wan.

As Zhao Jun choked, Feng Wan lowered her head and walked out. She came beside him and whispered: "Master, let's go."

"Oh? OK, okay. Thank you for your magnanimity." While bowing, Zhao Jun stepped out of the door.

As soon as the two left, a guard walked behind Wei Ziyang and whispered: "Mr. Lang, this woman is a husband-lord after all. Your actions will probably ruin their reputation."
Chapter completed!