Magical Doctor Little Demon Concubine

Chapter 145 An important guest is coming
They not only came to visit, but also extended an olive branch to Murphy...

In Murphy's garden.

"Murphy..."

Mo Yichen walked in from the outside, before he finished speaking, seeing the scene in front of him, his heart was hit hard.

His long body leaned against the peach tree, with one knee bent and the other resting casually on the tree pole, pink peach blossoms fell down and covered his snow-white robe.

At this time, he was taking a nap with his eyes closed, his long eyelashes curled up slightly, and he was holding a small jar of fine wine in his hand, with slices of peach blossoms, which made his skin fair and clear, with a glowing glow that revealed a bit of enchantment.

evildoer!

Mo Yichen had never looked at Mo Feixun so carefully before, and felt for the first time that a man could be so good-looking, and the enchanting aura on his body blended with the peach blossoms so naturally.

Seeing Mo Feixun at this time, he couldn't help but see that peerless beauty again in his mind, his heart beat violently again, and his face blushed a little for no reason.

"What's the matter?" Mo Feixun didn't open his eyes, and after asking lightly, he slightly raised the wine jar with one hand, and the crystal clear wine slowly fell into his mouth from the wine jar, with a hint of laziness in his domineering air.

It was only then that Mo Yichen realized that he had lost his composure, and he quickly coughed lightly: "Grandpa asked you to go to the living room, there are important guests coming."

"Oh?" Mo Feixun rolled over and sat up, the moment his eyes opened, light surged, and his lips, which were as pale as peach petals, curled into a nice curve.

She threw the wine jar in her hand to Mo Yichen, and Mo Yichen stepped forward to catch it without thinking.

Afterwards, he saw her lightly jumping down from the tree, her clothes fluttering and walking slowly in front of him, he smiled slightly: "You stay and help my young master to look after the house."

Dark Wolf, who had been lying under the tree, couldn't help gloating after hearing this, who made Mo Yichen always want to gamble with Master Xun, and he couldn't blame others if he fell into the trap.

Before Mo Yichen could agree, Mo Feixun had already left here quickly, and the dark wolf quickly followed.

"What, I'm not a watchdog, why did I ask you to watch the house for you!" Mo Yichen was so angry that he hurt internally, but when he didn't win back, he had to listen to Mo Feixun.

"Mo Feixun, you are too deceitful, wait for me to win back and see how I torture you to death." Mo Yichen snorted coldly, and quickly took a few sips of the fine wine that Mo Feixun threw at him to suppress his shock.

It seemed that the warmth from his palm still lingered on the wine jar, and he actually smelled a girlish fragrance from the fine wine. After taking a few sips, Mo Yichen's face turned red.

Not long after, Mo Feixun arrived outside the living room, and before he entered, he heard someone talking loudly inside.

"Here, come, my Xun'er is here, show Xun'er a seat quickly." Seeing that Mo Feixun came, Grandpa Taizu hurriedly smiled, and then looked at the other people sitting in the living room: "Several , This is Mo Feixun, the genius of my family's soul deed."

Having said this, Grandpa Taizu looked very proud, and those people all turned their eyes to Mo Feixun after hearing this.

But Mo Guofeng, Mo Ziming and others sitting in the living room had a cold face. Even though she was a genius now, these people still didn't want to see her, and even hated her and were jealous of her.

"The sixth young master of the Mo family is not only a soul deed genius, but also a handsome and suave talent."

"I see that the eyes of the sixth young master of the Mo family are full of brilliance, and he will have a bright future in the future..."

As soon as Mo Feixun appeared, those people boasted hypocritically, which really made Mo Feixun feel funny. In this world where the strong are respected, it is so realistic to praise the high and trample the low.

(End of this chapter)