"Ah? What?" Mo Xiaohuan wasn't listening to him. She was worried about how much of their conversation he heard.
"Beiming, when did you come? Why didn't you say anything?" Liu Fufeng looked at the nervous Mo Xiaohuan and asked him
Yu Beiming looked away and pretended to think for a while, then smiled lightly and said: "It won't take long, just for a while."
"Then have you listened to what we said?" Mo Xiaohuan asked anxiously.
"If you don't listen, you don't know. It turns out that the princess of Prince Ling's Mansion has so much insight into military affairs. It's no wonder that Lin Muxiao likes you so much." Yu Beiming and Liu Liu Fufeng looked at each other, then turned to look at Mo Xiaohuan. The look in their eyes
It means she can't see clearly
But Liu Fufeng understood clearly
Mo Xiaohuan was so anxious that she couldn't even hear his accurate answer.
Liu Fufeng was not sure whether he heard the content of their previous conversation.
"Besides saying this, what else did you say?" Yu Beiming saw the nervous look on Mo Xiaohuan's face, so he asked
As soon as he heard this, the big stone in Mo Xiaohuan's heart was finally put down, and he felt much more relaxed.
The heavy weight in Liu Fufeng's heart was also relieved at the same time.
"No, the princess came in to talk when she was bored... By the way, why did you come back so early?" Liu Fufeng said nonchalantly.
"I came back in the morning without any major incident." Yu Beiming turned to look at Mo Xiaohuan: "Why are you so nervous when you see me?"
Only now did Liu Fufeng notice that Yu Beiming's self-proclaimed name was no longer the 'Lone King', but 'I'. There were so many changes.
"Oh, I...I was afraid that you would come here again, so...so..." Mo Xiaohuan looked around looking for an excuse.
Yu Beiming raised his eyebrows, and then said: "Don't be afraid of me, you can go wherever you want in the future." Yu Beiming walked over and pulled her up, then sat down, put her on one thigh and sat with one hand on
her waist
Mo Xiaohuan blushed for a moment in front of others like this.
Liu Fufeng just raised his eyebrows and shrugged nonchalantly.
"Continue talking." Yu Beiming put one hand on the armrest of the chair to support his forehead, and raised his legs with one foot. His tone was calmer than usual, which made Mo Xiaohuan a little nervous.
Weak Liu Fufeng looks at Mo Xiaohuan
Mo Xiaohuan was very uncomfortable with her current sitting position and wanted to stand up
"Sit tight." Yu Beiming glanced at her with his black eyes and held her waist tightly with one hand to prevent her from moving.
Mo Xiaohuan was so swept away by him that she didn't dare to move anymore. She sat stiffly on his lap, her head buzzing.
"Well, well, I actually have something else to do, so I'll leave first." Mo Xiaohuan lowered his head and jumped up, turning around to leave.
Yu Beiming moved faster than her, and fell into his arms again with a long hand.
Mo Xiaohuan resigned her eyes and closed her eyes, waiting for his punishment. She knew he was unhappy.
"Fufeng, why do you want her to know this?" Yu Beiming glanced at Liu Fufeng, then lowered his head to look at Mo Xiaohuan, and found that she had closed her eyes. If it weren't for her being shy, she would have wanted to kiss Fangze
Liu Fufeng was about to speak, but Mo Xiaohuan was one step ahead of him. She opened her eyes, held him in both hands and sat upright, saying anxiously: "I knew it a long time ago, and I asked Fufeng to do this, you have to blame
Just blame me.”
Liu Fufeng did not expect that she would speak for him. In an instant, a warm current passed through his heart.