Mao'er raised his chin slightly, with a cold expression on his face and a cold and arrogant look in his eyes, and spoke word by word.
Jun Mojue's face changed color several times. The angrier he became, the calmer he became, and the more coquettish his beautiful face became.
"I'm the dirty one? Ha... Xia Qingcheng, you were so ruined by that man in white, and you didn't even allow me to say bad things about him, and you're here to talk bad about him? You're the one who deserves to be hated, don't you?
Hate, if you don’t blame those who deserve to be blamed, what do you mean?”
Jun Mo Jue sneered and said sarcastically to Mao'er.
Mao'er looked at Jun Mojue in front of him with disappointment. Isn't this man the best in the world? Isn't he the most intelligent? Why do he always speak without going through his brain? Like an idiot, he says whatever he wants without caring about others.
The feeling, it was like this once, it was like this twice...
How long can the warmth of a bowl of brown sugar water last and how much hope can it give her? When the warmth in her heart wears away little by little, the game between them is really over...
Xia Maoer has never been an indecisive person, she can even be decisive...
Even if he was blinded by the truth of the matter, he should think twice before saying some words. Being hurt like this again and again really makes people hopeless.
Mao'er knew that it was the character of a proud man like Jun Mo Jue that developed his temperament, which was proud and domineering.
On the contrary, only children like Ye Wuqing who have faced adversity will worry about other people's feelings, because he has endured it...
Twin brothers, one is the pride of heaven and the other is a humble outcast.
"Jun Mojue, you are so self-righteous and arrogant. One day you will find that there is such a person and such a thing that is beyond your expectation and escapes your guess and control.
Time has changed and the sea has changed, but you cannot make up for the mistakes you have made."
Under the jade light and glass, Mao'er raised his head slightly and looked at Jun Mo Jue and said softly, his voice was not loud, but it was enough for Jun Mo Jue to hear clearly.
Jun Mo Jue's heart trembled, the smile on his face froze, his eyes narrowed seductively, and he smiled coldly, "Just this tone, as if everything is under your control, Xia Qingcheng, I said now
It is this king who has the final say. No one can come forward to see clearly what will happen in the future. I only know that now you are in my hands, living in my palace, Prince Chen, and you will marry me as your concubine in one month.
Everyone in the world knows what is a sure thing!"
"So what if everyone in the world knows about it, Jun Mojue, if I don't want to marry, what can you do to me? Even if you forcefully marry me, then I will just say, Hugh!"
A clear and cold voice echoed in Jun Mo Jue's ears. His pupils shrank tightly, he pursed his thin lips and raised the corners of his mouth, "That will happen in the future too!"
After saying that, he picked up the porcelain bowl on the bedside table, brought it to Mao'er's eyes, and suddenly smiled coquettishly, "I'll tell you what happens next. Now drink the medicine!"
As he spoke, he lifted the bowl and brought it to the cat's mouth.
With a frosty face, Mao'er's mouth showed no intention of opening, and she was unmoved by Jun Mo Jue's hospitality. At this moment, Mao'er's mind was in confusion. When Jun Mo Jue made unreasonable accusations, she thought of
Although a thing is very absurd, the thought at that moment was very clear and could not be shaken off in my mind. This thought had nothing to do with Jun Mojue, but Ye Wuqing. This man had encountered too many things since he was a child. If he could
, can he obtain unparalleled glory and status in the second half of his life, without the love of his mother, or the love of his brothers, then can he find the love of his father...,
Ye Wuqing, the son of the vampire prince...the new generation of prince...
"Xia Qingcheng, do you want to drink?"
Jun Mojue had been placing the porcelain bowl containing the medicine to Mao'er's mouth for a long time. When he saw Mao'er raising his eyebrows and dazed for a long time, he couldn't help but urged him.
Mao'er came back from her fantasy and raised her eyes to see Jun Mojue, the monster, staring at her with anger but not anger, holding the medicine.
"I don't want to drink, so just pour it over. And I want to go back to the Prime Minister's Mansion!"
Mao'er looked at Jun Mojue and said coldly.
"Go back to the Prime Minister's Mansion? Don't even think about it, I won't let you go... As for this medicine...!"
As soon as Jun Mojue heard Mao'er's words, the cold air rushed out from his body. Since this guy was very well hidden, he didn't show too much...
As for this medicine...
Jun Mojue raised his head and took a big sip. Without waiting for the cat to react, he pulled the cat's head and kissed it. The black concoction flowed into the cat's mouth along the junction of the lips.
Flow down from the corner of the mouth to the top of the shirt...
Mao'er was almost out of breath from Jun Mo Jue's sudden kiss, and her face turned red. When she took the medicine, it was bitter and tasted like paste. It was simply the worst taste she had ever tasted.
The concoction is ready...
"How about this feeding method? Xia Qingcheng, I don't mind feeding you the remaining half of the bowl. I find this method is very good!" Jun Mo Jue licked his lips with the remaining concoction remaining.
He said in a good mood.
He directly ignored Mao'er's cold and darkened face and took another big sip. He felt that at this time, Xia Qingcheng was the most obedient...
Seeing Mao'er staring at him with eyes as sharp as daggers, "Jun Mo Jue, how dare you!"
Jun Mojue turned a deaf ear, clamped the cat's chin and kissed her again. This time, his tongue followed suit. He didn't use words, he used actions. You see if I dare, Xia Qingcheng, I won't say it.
Did you say something? Did I yell at you? What about you, what's your attitude towards me? Not only did you stab me, but you also said such heartless words, why couldn't he even kiss me...
After the kiss, most of the concoction dripped on Mao'er's clothes. The cat's eyes were cold, without any warmth, as if frozen for thousands of years, staring straight at Jun Mo.
Absolutely.
Such a look is called disappointment...
His whole body was weak, and sweat would break out on his forehead whenever he moved, but the cat insisted on raising his right hand. All the strength he had accumulated all day was used on the raised arm, and he smeared it on his lips with disgust and disgust in his eyes.
