The shocking rules of the wedding night: Lord, I will wait for you to divorce your wife

Mo Fengyang smiled triumphantly, as if talking to himself, but more like talking into a wine glass.

Qu Tan'er heard the words, but looked at Mo Fengyang like an idiot.

Today, she saw a big joke.

"Mo Fengyang, what do you mean no one can get it? Isn't Princess Beiyuan a woman? Even if she married into the Eighth Prince's Mansion as you wished, at most she let another woman share him. Has the result changed? Hehe, Think about it carefully, are you too naive, or too stupid? What's more, even if you push me away, he won't be able to take your turn, brainless idiot."

Qu Tan'er was calm and composed, saying one sentence after another.

The point hit the nail on the head, and what he said made Mo Fengyang's face turn blue.

For a woman who is too arrogant and brainless, it is a tragedy in the world to live.

And the woman in front of her is the tragedy of tragedies.

"Fengyang, eighth sister-in-law, what are you talking about?" Mo Jingxuan was asked to leave, and he came back after a while. When he looked at Qu Tan'er's face, there was a hint of worry in his eyes.

"Calling." Mo Fengyang said sullenly.

"Family." Qu Tan'er was not slow, and followed her words to send two more words.

"Really? We talked about something, tell me too." Mo Jingxuan smiled, and got closer again.

"secret."

"Stupid topic."

"Can't I hear you?" Mo Jingxuan was puzzled.

"It doesn't sound good."

"Some people don't want you to know." Qu Tan'er chuckled.

After Mo Fengyang finished a sentence, she continued.

It seems unintentional, but very casual.

No matter whether it is coming in the open or fighting in secret, Qu Tan'er is obviously superior.

Mo Jingxuan rubbed his nose, thinking he came at the wrong time.

You shouldn't mess with two women who are also in a bad mood.

Qu Tan'er looked in the direction of Mo Liancheng, and there was a different kind of dark light flowing in the bottom of her faint eyes.

This kind of feeling is really bad...

"Sooner or later, you will cry." Mo Fengyang snorted coldly, turned and left without paying attention to anyone.

"What's wrong with her?" Mo Jingxuan looked at Qu Tan'er suspiciously.

"The menopause has come." Qu Tan'er shrugged, also looking confused.

"Sister-in-law eight, what is menopause?"

"It's just that a woman's menstruation stops, and she will feel irritable."

Mo Jingxuan's handsome face was slightly embarrassed, but he still muttered: "Then... it's too early for her."

"Earlier."

"?!..."

Mo Jingxuan kept his mouth shut, not daring to provoke her, and sat down on the seat next to him Anfen, acting as the flower protector for the time being.

Not far away, Mo Liancheng and Chinuyama had a very happy conversation, and the content of the conversation was too far away to hear.

King Beiyuan seemed very happy, his expression was beyond words, and the emperor seemed to be in a good mood.

After sitting quietly for a while, Qu Tan'er asked indifferently: "Fourteen, tell me, what are they talking about?"

"Entertaining each other. This kind of entertainment is very normal." Mo Jingxuan stared at Qu Tan'er for a few seconds, then hurriedly looked away, "Sister-in-law eight, are you in a bad mood?"

"Do you think I'll be okay?"

"It's impossible for starling to divorce you."

"I know. How can a man like your starling live with a woman, right? Like you warned, if I get in his way..."

"Sister-in-law eight!" Mo Jingxuan was slightly startled, and his eyes hurt.

"Hehe, I was in a good mood at first, but when you talked about it, it became heavy." Qu Tan'er had already forgotten this question and these topics after a period of time, but due to Chinuyama's appearance, It was lifted out again.