She looked wet, even though the corners of her clothes were slightly dry, Mu Jin didn't care at all. She walked to a corner in the courtyard and wanted to dig out.
Just as she was about to jump, Mu Jin suddenly felt a sudden chill. She turned around with some hesitation and trembling, only to see a person who looked like an iceberg.
"Are we leaving now?" Mu Feng leaned under a big tree with half-squinted eyes, seemingly leisurely, and his tone was light, but he pressed down on Mu Jin's chest like a thousand pounds.
"Third brother," Mu Jin smiled flatteringly, like a flower, but Mu Feng didn't look at it at all.
"With such good looks? Are you still smiling?" Mu Feng said these two sentences with a calm expression. They were just two sentences, but they gave Mu Jin a chill.
Having already seen what Mu Feng was capable of, Mu Jin still smiled and said without fear of death, "Third brother, how could you do this? Don't you think that if you don't smile, we people can't laugh?"
Mu Feng twitched the corner of his mouth. It was obvious that Mu Jin's words had successfully excited Mu Feng. However, when Mu Feng's eyes opened, a scream came from the next moment.
Mu Jin, who had already reached the other side of the wall, was helpless. She sat on the ground and looked around, then quickly got up and rubbed her butt. These two people really did. One kicked him into the river and the other kicked him out.
Cruel enough, Mu Jin thought weakly, thinking that little Mo Yan must have been led astray by his third brother.
Mu Feng opened his eyes and glanced around casually, then turned around and left with a cold look on his lips.
The breeze was blowing gently, Mo Yan sat in the pavilion, saying nothing, just sitting quietly, looking at the stream bridge and the willow trees, and the breeze in the drunkenness.
Catkins fluttering in the breeze, branches hanging low into the water, ripples in circles, and occasionally a few swallows flying across the water
Everything seemed so quiet, as if no one was sitting aside. Mo Yan watched everything quietly, but he couldn't help but have a hint of sadness in his eyes.
Looking at Mo Yan sitting from a distance, the green wicker swaying gently with the wind, Mu Feng looked at this scene and had an impulse. He wanted to go up and destroy everything, everything was destroyed, leaving only
In his Mo Yan
The person was obviously sitting there, but Mu Feng felt that although the person was sitting, he was not sitting down. It was as if the sun in the sky was so far away.
"It's windy outside, be careful if you catch a cold," Mu Feng held a cloak and walked to Mo Yan's side. His tone was so gentle, as if the inner struggle just now was just a thought that flashed through him and suddenly disappeared, "Eat
Order a snack”
Mu Feng is like a very good husband. Yes, he is a husband. A good husband loves his wife. His gentle look at this moment will never make people think that he is a cold and stern man who dominates the battlefield.
Mo Yan just opened his eyes slightly and looked at the plates of high points on the table. His expression was calm and he didn't say anything, nor did he reach out to touch it.
Getting used to it is a terrible habit, but when Mu Feng looked at that unchanging expression, he felt more or less angry. This anger would only be aroused when he faced Mo Yan, but he tried his best every time.
Even if Mo Yan didn't know, even if Mo Yan always thought that he was wrong, Mu Feng was still willing to do so.
He turned Mo Yan over and made Mo Yan's stunning face face him, but Mu Feng still didn't see his figure in Mo Yan's eyes.