Chapter 1691 The Phoenix Clan: Isn't it the wrong time?
Feng Jiu'er felt that if her mouth hadn't been tightly blocked, her racing little heart might have jumped out.
There was a "bang", and the two people who had moved to the bedside at some point fell down at the same time.
When he fell, Di Wuya turned sideways and let himself fall first, thus reducing the impact force on the girl in his arms.
The only thing he ignored was that his body was as hard as an iron wall, even harder than the bed.
Feng Jiuer was caught off guard and her eyes widened when she fell down.
There wasn't much pain in my body. Even if I fell on this strong body, my chest hurt a little, but it was instantly overwhelmed by the hot breath.
Feng Jiu'er completely felt the other person's needs. Was he eager to the extreme?
She lowered her eyes and looked at the man below her, blinked her round eyes, and then her hoarse voice sounded: "Uncle Nine Emperors, are you... okay?"
There is longing in my heart, but I am still afraid.
Mainly because he was too strong and Feng Jiuer didn't know how much he could bear.
The body beneath him was rising and falling, and Feng Jiuer's small body pressed against it, and it was also rising and falling.
Each other can hear each other's strong heartbeat, especially when it's quiet.
Di Wuya's powerful heartbeat hit Feng Jiu'er's heart time and time again, causing her body to tremble slightly.
Time passed bit by bit, and Di Wuya's heartbeat did not slow down.
Feng Jiu'er didn't dare to move. Her body was rarely so stiff and she couldn't even move up.
I don't know how long it took, but Di Wuya's warm palms rubbed Feng Jiu'er's little head.
"Girl."
His voice was obviously suppressed.
"Um?"
Feng Jiuer blinked her misty eyes.
At this moment, she was like a little white rabbit at the mercy of others, so well-behaved that people wanted to pounce on her and tear her to pieces.
Before Di Wuya could react, Feng Jiuer's eyebrows suddenly wrinkled.
It can't be such a coincidence, right?
Calculating the time, it seems that it really is... Di Wuya looked at Feng Jiu'er who was lost in thought, and frowned, his eyebrows tightening.
"What's wrong?"
He gently touched Feng Jiuer's face and asked.
"Uncle Nine Emperors."
Feng Jiuer frowned and even turned a little green.
"I seem to..." "Does it hurt?"
Di Wuya gently caressed her shoulders and sat up.
Feng Jiuer slid off Di Wuya and sat on the bed.
She held her stomach and raised her eyes to look at his handsome face which was slightly blushing.
"I also hope it's just a pain, but...this day seems to have come."
"Coming?"
Di Wuya's big palm covered her little hand covering her belly, "Is it... menstrual trouble?"
It took a lot of effort for the man to spit out these two words.
Feng Jiuer frowned and looked at him and nodded: "No, I have to go take a look."
As soon as she stood up, Di Wuya also stood up.
"Does it matter?"
He held her little hand, bent slightly and asked with concern.
"It doesn't matter."
Feng Jiuer shook his head, "That's it, it doesn't hurt much, I just feel it."
"Uncle Nine Emperors, let's not talk anymore. I'll go take a look first to avoid getting my clothes dirty."
After Feng Jiuer left, she turned around and blew a kiss to Di Wuya.
"Uncle Nine Emperors, I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"
She smiled, opened the door, and walked out.
Feng Jiuer was wondering if she was too impatient and God would make such a joke on her.
After failing once and twice, she didn't dare to think about how Uncle Nine Emperors looked now.
Feng Jiuer directly knocked on Qiao Mu's wing. She didn't have confidence in Little Cherry, so now she could only block Qiao Mu's wing without the Third Emperor Brother.
"Qiaomu, open the door."
Feng Jiuer pulled her sleeves and stood at the door of the room.
But he didn't expect that the person who opened the door was a whole head taller than him.
Feng Jiu'er raised her eyes to look at the cheerful man and coughed lightly: "Sorry! Sorry for disturbing you!"
She had just turned around when someone grabbed her by the collar.
"What do you want from me?"
Qiao Mu asked coldly.
Feng Jiuer took a deep breath, and didn't want to look back, so she just left.
Does Miss Qiao have any dissatisfaction with this?
Did she come at the wrong time and disturb Miss Qiao's good things?
She said she had not forgiven her yet. Didn't I believe her and come here for help?
Her place didn't have anything like that, and since Uncle Nine Emperors was here, she couldn't afford to stay much.
"Come in!"
Qiao Mu pulled Feng Jiu'er before letting go.
"You can go."
She glanced at Feng Jiang, turned around and walked into the side room.
Feng Jiuer took a deep breath and looked back at Feng Jiang who stayed behind.
"Third brother, shouldn't I show up?"
"How come?"
Fengjiang smiled.
Compared with Qiao Mu, Fengjiang's face is much prettier.
Why is this situation the other way around?
There is something to be done, but it cannot be done, and then someone's face becomes wrong.
Will Qiao Mu’s situation be the same as Nine Emperors Uncle’s now?
Feng Jiuer glanced into the side room again, not wanting to go in.
It’s not that you don’t want to, but you don’t dare?
It was almost dawn, and the maid had gone to rest and hadn't woken up yet. She had no choice but to go find someone by herself. Unexpectedly, she ran into a snag.
"Jiu'er, what's wrong?"
Feng Jiang frowned and reached out to touch Feng Jiu'er's forehead.
Feng Jiuer reacted and pushed Feng Jiang's hand away.
"Third brother, I'm fine. I just came to see Qiao Mu about something. Can you go back first?
I’m really sorry for disturbing you today!”
After finishing what she was about to say, Feng Jiuer hurriedly walked in and closed the door.
Strange feelings came over her one after another, and she couldn't wait any longer.
What else did Feng Jiang want to ask, but the door to the wing was already closed.
After Feng Jiuer entered, she just glanced at Qiao Mu, who had a solemn face in the hall, then opened the door of the room and walked in.
Qiao Mu glanced at the door, and after being ignored, his face became darker.
Feng Jiuer didn't care so much and started rummaging through the boxes as soon as she entered.
Qiao Mu snorted coldly, stood up, and walked in.
But she didn't expect that as soon as she entered, Feng Jiuer came out with something.
These things are Feng Jiuer's invention. They are very easy to use, but they cost a little bit of cotton. They are all disposable.
Qiao Mu looked at it and frowned.
"So, that's why you came here to disturb me in such a hurry?"
"I'm sorry, I disturbed your good things, I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"
Feng Jiuer left like the wind.
She didn't expect that she was having her menstrual period and apologized to the two of them, which was a bit sad.
Qiao Mu's face turned darker. When he came to the door, he could no longer see the small figure.
She raised her eyes and glanced at the horizon, standing motionless without closing the door.
Sure enough, after a while, that little figure appeared in the corridor.
Feng Jiuer looked at Miss Qiao with a smile on her face.
"Since things can't continue, then I will..." She smiled and quickened her pace, passing by Qiao Mu.
When Qiao Mu closed the door and entered the inner room, there was another person on the bed.
Feng Jiuer grabbed the quilt, looked at the people approaching, and moved inside.
