Fuxing Mengfei

Chapter 525 You Can't Support Me

"The horse used by Miss Eighth Prince's Mansion has not been determined yet, that Mr. Mo said that he would bring a precious foal to her as a gift."

The boy looked relieved: "I heard that it is a Tianxueju, but I have only heard of such a BMW, but I have never seen it."

Si Buliang smiled meaningfully, and went to the woods outside the valley.

Sure enough, behind a big tree at the entrance of the valley, there was a delicate shadow waiting.

He jumped over and stepped on the hem of her skirt that was dragged to the ground.

When Mo Jinluo hid, he fell into his arms in embarrassment, and said with some shame and indignation: "Mr. Situ!"

"From now on, you will be from Zuo Xiangfu, why be ashamed?"

Si Buliang pinched her chin and lifted her face up. At this time, the sky was dark and the place was silent, stimulated by Mo Xiaowan's flushed face.

Mo Jinluo, who wanted to refuse and welcome like this, still aroused his interest.

He pushed her against a tree, slammed his lips against her, and tightly restrained her with both hands. Her whimpering and resistance aroused the wildness in his body even more.

Mo Jinluo was firmly pressed against the branch by him, and he felt that he could not breathe smoothly.

No, it can't be gone like this!

"Si Buliang, you, get out!"

While he was breathing, Mo Jinluo came to his senses. When he pried open her tooth again, Mo Jinluo became cruel and bit down hard.

Si Buliang was in pain, so he slapped her with his hand, making her dizzy.

Her resistance, as well as the smell of blood in his mouth, made the blood in his body boil even more.

Mo Jinluo wanted to escape, but was pulled by Si Buliang and fell to the ground.

She crawled forward, but Si Buliang's eyes were red and swollen. He grabbed her ankle and pulled her back.

The night was completely dark, with the sound of clothes being torn, Mo Jinluo's moaning in pain, Sibuliang's beast-like growl, and the nightingale's cry and insects' cry in the silence of the night.

At this time, Mo Xiaowan was already sitting in the dining room of Ya Feng Yuan, staring at a table of steaming dishes.

Looking at a large pot of soybean juice and a large cup of eggs in the middle of the table.

Mo Xiaowan thought he was wrong!

She rubbed her eyes, that's right, the bean sweat and eggs are indeed good, and when she smelled them closely, the eggs still had a deep smell of alcohol.

Are your eyes right?
Could it be that she misread the weather outside?

She opened the dining room door and took a look outside. It was indeed very dark, and it was night.

Mo Xiaowan jumped up and down, Xuanyuanchen calmly moved the cup of eggs to her seat, and when she turned around and sat back, there was not only a cup of eggs in front of her, but also a bowl of soy milk.

Mo Xiaowan was very dissatisfied with this, and stretched out his chopsticks to pick up the pot of beef slices in sauce.

Xuanyuanchen imitated her previous movements, waving his chopsticks to block the air, and pouted at Douhan and Jiuniangdan in front of her.

"Little bowl, that's for you to eat."

"It's evening now, I don't need dinner."

Mo Xiaowan swallowed at the delicious dishes: "I want to eat beef in sauce, and I want to eat this boiled fish. This is the dish I taught Chai Donkey to cook."

"no!"

Xuanyuan Chen said with a serious face: "These dishes are all prepared for this king, finish yours first, and this king will leave you a bite."

Ouch!
Why do you have to force her to eat breakfast?
This, this, is obviously dinner time.

"Don't eat, it seems that the Eighth Prince's Mansion is too poor to support Miss Ben."

Mo Xiaowan was very dissatisfied, pulled his chopsticks back, and slapped the table: "It's time for dinner, if you insist on dismissing me with a simple breakfast, I won't let me eat!"

(End of this chapter)