Nansheng Moyu also felt that he had been embarrassed just now. He had just been rejected so directly by Huang Yuezhen. He felt particularly uncomfortable now. He just wanted to leave here quickly and calm down. What else could he care about?
I admire Zirong.
As soon as Mu Zirong left, Little Mo Lang, who was pretending to be asleep, immediately opened his eyes, moved his dark eyes, acted cute towards Huang Yuezhen, and rubbed his head in Huang Yuezhen's arms.
I felt very comfortable.
Huang Yuezhen didn't speak, and the corners of her mouth were slightly curved. Before she could teach Mu Zirong a lesson, Little Mo Lang did. This move really made Huang Yuezhen feel very heartwarming.
She stretched out her hand and touched its head. The soft fur felt really comfortable. The little Mo Lang felt particularly comfortable being touched by Huang Yuezhen like this. He couldn't help but lay in her arms with his eyes half-closed and half-opened.
Enjoying it.
"Sister Yuezhen, is this your spiritual pet? Wow, what a cute little dog!" Mu Zirong and her son had just left, when another person came, it was the frail Shangguan Wan'er.
When Shangguan Wan'er saw the expression Little Mo Lang was looking at Huang Yuezhen at this moment, she thought it was quite cute. But it's a pity that a dog raised by trash is just for playing with people, so how could it compare to her spiritual pet.
When Little Mo Lang heard Shangguan Wan'er say that he was a dog, his eyes widened, and his deep black eyes were filled with natural coldness. He stared at Shangguan Wan'er for a moment, not particularly friendly.
But Shangguan Wan'er couldn't understand the meaning in Little Mo Lang's eyes, and didn't pay attention to it. She just saw its eyes widened, and couldn't help but said, "Sister Yuezhen, look, I'm here, and it's not even drowsy anymore. It's true."
She’s so cute, sister Zhen’er, why don’t you give me a hug too?”
Shangguan Wan'er's voice was still extremely gentle, and she continued to talk hypocritically to Huang Yuezhen. Although she disliked this very ordinary dog in her heart, for the sake of the overall situation, and for the sake of her usual image of a kind-hearted sister, this
The dog can be hugged. This will make her appear loving, right?
"It recognizes people, and sometimes it likes to bite people, so..." Although Huang Yuezhen didn't say anything, she believed that Shangguan Wan'er would understand the meaning of rejection.
When Shangguan Wan'er heard this, she felt happy. She didn't want to be hugged. It was best not to be hugged. She also disliked the smell of the dog.
Shangguan Wan'er frowned, with a very regretful expression, "It's okay, sister Zhen'er is doing her best for me. But, I see this dog is very cute, so I want to hug it."
"Sister Wan'er, so you are here?" Before Chris could reach her, Huang Yuezhen and the others had already heard her voice. After a while, they saw Chris, who was as proud as a peacock, arrogant.
Standing proudly in front of Huang Yuezhen.
"Hmm. Are you here?" Apparently after Chris stabbed Shangguan Wan'er by mistake last time, Shangguan Wan'er's attitude towards her became much colder.
"Hey, who does this princess think this is? It turns out to be Princess Yao. She is really shameless and wears the same clothes as King Yao." Kris raised her eyes and saw Huang Yuezhen, and couldn't help but snorted coldly.
He was jealous of Huang Yuezhen's identity, and even more jealous that she was wearing exactly the same clothes as King Yao.
Huang Yuezhen twitched the corner of her mouth and smiled coldly, "Princess Chris, what did you eat today and did you forget to rinse your mouth?"
"What?" Chris was a little confused and didn't react for a moment.