Chapter 401 The groveling His Highness Prince Jing
Yun Luo frowned, "I didn't mention this."
"Then you still dare to agree?"
Jun Wuchen's eyes became even more angry and he stared at her, "What if we lose?"
"Did I lose?"
Yun Luo was a little unhappy after being questioned by him. He threw away the towel and said angrily, "You still have the nerve to get angry at me? Let me ask you, who provoked Ji Yao'er?"
Jun Wuchen's anger suddenly froze, and he felt an inexplicable guilt.
"She proposed this bet to obviously humiliate me. Who is she doing it for?"
Yun Luo's eyes flashed with anger, "She stepped on my face. Do you mean that I deserve to be stepped on by her?"
"I didn't say that. Don't accuse me wrongly."
Jun Wuchen lacked confidence for a while and reached out to pull her, "Okay, okay, it's me who provoked this, it's my fault... I don't mean to blame you, isn't this because I'm worried about you?"
Just very groveling.
"Ji Yaoer's constant scolding is a bastard's fault, do you know?"
Yun Luo was too lazy to argue with him about these trivial matters, so he only asked this question.
"When did it happen?"
Jun Wuchen's expression turned cold, and a cold anger flashed across his eyes, "I gave her face."
Yun Luo saw that he really looked unaware and snorted, "You, a father, are good at seducing women, but you don't care about your son at all. Get down."
Jun Wuchen lay on the bed and looked sideways at her.
He did not forget to express his innocence, "What seduces a woman? Apart from you, when have I ever seduced anyone else?"
"Ji Yaoer wasn't seduced by you?"
Yun Luo pushed his half-dried black hair to one side, and said angrily while getting gauze and medicine.
"It's unfair. I haven't even seen her nose and eyes clearly. Why did I seduce her?"
"But that's not what she thought."
Yun Luo used clean gauze to absorb the water droplets on his back, "I'm just telling you that she bullied Bu Li many times behind her back, and the little guy didn't tell you."
She applied the medicine neatly. After applying the ointment, she waited for it to dry, and then told him what the little guy told her.
The more Jun Wuchen listened, the uglier his face became. His coquettish eyes were slightly lowered, and the corners of his lips curled up into a bloodthirsty sneer.
"It seems that I have indeed given her face."
"These are all what Buli told me. Whether they are true or not, you can check them yourself."
Yun Luo threw away the gauze and took a step back, "Why don't you tell me, little guy? You think about the reason yourself. Okay, you go change clothes."
She turned around and wanted to leave, but Jun Wuchen grabbed her arm and pulled her into his arms.
"What are you going for? I haven't wiped my hair yet."
He looked at her helplessly, "Are you angry again?"
Yun Luo glanced at him, "I'm not angry with you and Ji Yao'er, don't think wrongly."
"What kind of person am I, the king?"
Jun Wuchen smiled, reached for a clean cotton handkerchief, and imitated her previous actions, clumsily wiping her hair.
"Buli never told me these things. It's not that I don't care about him. It's just that he has a stubborn temper. I can't force him to tell me, so I inevitably neglected him."
He knew that she wasn't jealous, but just felt that he didn't care enough about the little guy.
He admitted this.
Men are always less careful than women.
The little guy is closer to her, and even the whispers buried in his heart are only willing to tell her.
However, he always looks cold and cold towards his father.
What can he do?
Yun Luo was silent for a moment and said calmly: "He has never had a mother by his side since he was a child. You have to be more patient with him."
"Isn't it available now?"
Jun Wuchen gathered her long black hair, tied it in a cotton handkerchief, and slowly rubbed it dry with a clumsy but meticulous technique.
I don’t know how much gentler it is than her rubbing method like rubbing a puppy.