"Okay, how brave are you, how dare you not even look at me?" As soon as Nangong Yueyao entered the door, she happened to see Feng Muran wrapping herself tightly in a quilt, and he turned over and gave her a backbone.
Although she was angry at Feng Muran's behavior, she could understand his mood, so she just talked about it and was not really angry with him.
"If you don't want to watch it, my prince is annoyed. No one wants to watch it!"
Feng Muran's stubbornness came up, and he didn't have much reaction when he heard Nangong Yueyao's aggressive questioning, but at least he was willing to speak. He also hid his head under the quilt, facing the wall like this
He replied angrily, just like a child having a tantrum.
Nangong Yueyao refused to admit defeat. She put the tray on the table with a bang and rolled up her sleeves as if she was going to fight. But then she thought about how Feng Muran was acting like a shrew.
I can't see it, but in terms of momentum, I am already a dwarf inexplicably.
But little did she know that her "pop" sound was actually not without effect. Anyway, Feng Muran was really frightened when he heard it.
"Hmph! You Feng Muran..." Nangong Yueyao thought that even if she didn't have the advantage in terms of momentum, she still had an absolute advantage in language, so she sat down at the desk and poured herself some
I ordered a cup of tea and took a sip of tea to moisten my throat.
Then he started to loudly say:
"Do you think I don't know your little thoughts? Humph, you don't want to see anyone here. You are obviously trying to show my face! But I still won't accept your trick. Do you think you don't see me?
I, I will obediently give up the seat of the princess and give it to your orioles and swallows to sit in. Or are you so naive that you think that if you go on a hunger strike, I will be afraid of you, and then I will be afraid of you in the future?
Will you do whatever you want and let you do everything you want?"
"..."
Feng Muran regretted the act of covering himself up with a quilt, because now he was almost covered with hair, and his ears were filled with the righteous accusations of his wife who was not easy to mess with.
, what he wants to do most at the moment is to lift off the quilt, sit up and take a good breath, and then engage in a verbal battle with Nangong Yueyao for three hundred rounds.
Of course Nangong Yueyao knew that Feng Muran was sulking at himself, but she really couldn't think of any good way to persuade him.
So, she simply came up with such an unreasonable way to stimulate Feng Muran and make him quarrel with her. It would be better to have a big quarrel. Maybe after the quarrel, the pain in his heart would not be so deep.
Now, he can figure out many things, let them go completely, and start a new life...
"Hey, Feng Muran, have you lost your mind because of the quilt? Why don't you refute me?" Nangong Yueyao said a lot of words in an attempt to arouse Feng Muran's fighting spirit, but the incompetent prince was
Without saying a word, he moved to the bed again and wrapped himself more tightly.
"This prince is not mentally ill, it's just that a good man doesn't fight with women."
"Tch, no one believes you! By the way, you didn't fight with me enough in the past!"
Nangong Yueyao's provocative move did not make Feng Muran angry. Instead, it made herself very angry. She was very unhappy and simply did not do anything at all but took three angrily steps and two steps at a time.