He didn't like the fact that Yun Dieyi protected Jun Feimo.
There was a strange feeling in her heart, as if the person she hoped to protect could only be herself.
He couldn't figure out where this inexplicable feeling came from, and directly regarded Yun Dieyi as the person who made him unhappy.
Feeling the changing aura around Mo Feijun, Yun Dieyi secretly took a breath. She didn't understand why this murderous god was angry again, and her voice immediately became full of flattery, "Have you ever eaten candied haws? I'll treat you to it."
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Mo Feijun said nothing, and the claws formed by clasping his fingers released some strength.
Yun Dieyi tried her best to put on a kawaii smile, which was a bit cuter than the elf girl in the comics, "How about I treat you to dinner, because I have made so much money recently that I can't spend it..."
Before she finished speaking, she was embarrassed by the reason she gave and stopped her voice. However, she would never admit it in front of him. The reason why she mentioned Tanghulu and invited him to dinner was purely to distract and distract him.
attention.
With his moody and unpredictable temperament, he might not have any murderous intention at the next moment.
The moves in Mo Feijun's hands had completely lost their strength, but his fingers had not returned to their normal stretched state. Seeing this, Yun Dieyi said, "Why don't I cook for you myself, which is something that the imperial chef in the palace will never do?"
Dishes.”
The implication is that if you kill me, you will never have a chance to eat it.
When Mo Feijun heard this, his eyes rested on Yun Dieyi's face for a few seconds, and then he said coolly, "Okay, candied haws, and cook it yourself, you owe me."
Yun Dieyi is the daughter of the richest businessman. She is well-fed and well-fed, yet she actually learns cooking skills herself? This was beyond his expectation, and he was somewhat looking forward to seeing her with her bare face in the air, washing her hands and making soup.
Over the years, he seemed to rarely have anything to look forward to, but now that he met one, he didn't want to miss it.
He thought that if she hadn't spoken just now, he wouldn't have hurt her in the end.
She is like a wisp of breeze hovering in the heart, so light that it has almost no weight, but people can't help but want to treasure it.
However, Yun Dieyi didn't care about Mo Feijun's thoughts at all. When he heard that the crisis was over, a flowery smile bloomed on his face, and he responded readily, "Okay."
Compared to hanging his life in mid-air, inviting him to dinner is simply a small case.
Seeing his gradually growing smile, Yun Dieyi secretly decided that even if there were flower-picking thieves all over the capital, she would never go out in the middle of the night. Even if the number of women killed in the capital increased day by day, she would not join in the fun.