The little doctor concubine is a little poisonous

Chapter 21 The Fucking World

"Snapped!"

Wen Yu patted the opponent's face, leaving clear red marks, as if someone had slapped him.

Feng Zhuo suddenly calmed down, his eyes flashed.

As if knowing what she was thinking, the person holding her approached her, with the tip of his nose against hers, and said, "Xiao Zhuoer wants to hit me, how can I bear to hide? Do you want to hit me on the other side of the face? Symmetry It's pretty, right?"

Feng Zhuo's eyes flickered even more fiercely.

What the hell is this?

Why does she know what's on her mind?
Moreover, what happened to that affectionate, ravaged little shouyang?

"Zhaoer!" A voice suddenly rang out from outside the door.

"boom"

The door of Feng Zhuo's room was kicked open.

Then...

"Illusion! This is definitely an illusion!"

Yun Mo closed his eyes, shook his head vigorously, and when he opened them again, there was still no change in the picture in the room.

"you you……"

Yun Mo pointed at the man under the bed of his precious granddaughter, his fingertips trembled slightly, he was stuttering and couldn't utter a word.

"Grandpa! What happened? Why did you kick Feng Zhuo's door? What happened to Feng Zhuo?" Yun Yichen's voice came from far to near, and the eager footsteps represented the anxious mood of the master.

Yun Mo opened his mouth, closed the door as fast as he could, and yelled at Yun Yichen who was about to push the door open: "That's your sister's boudoir, how can you be so ignorant of etiquette and shame? Did it go into the stomach? It’s not as good as a beast!"

Yun Yichen received several slaps on the head in a row. Hearing Yun Mo's cursing, he was still in the fog.

Grandpa is he crazy?

"Is he pointing fingers at Sang and scolding Huai?"

"What do you think?" Feng Zhuo gritted his teeth and asked back.

"Certainly not! I'm his grandson-in-law, and it's too late for him to pet me, so why would he scold me!"

If Yun Mo saw this scene, he would probably faint from shock.

Such an innocent tone, such doting eyes, such a narcissistic demeanor, how could it be that His Highness who is superior and looks like a dead face to everyone!

Feng Zhuo just felt that he lost his temper.

She couldn't beat and beat, scolded and scolded and couldn't go away, and cynicism and sarcasm should be listened to as compliments, how could she still have a temper.

"Sit down for me!" She said softly.

The man who was still hugging her and lying under the quilt immediately got out of the quilt and sat upright on the edge of the bed.

Just when Feng Zhuo was surprised, he grabbed Feng Zhuo and the quilt with a big hand, put Feng Zhuo on his lap, hugged him again, then rubbed Feng Zhuo's cheek, said: "Sit down!"

Mist!

Can you stop being so funny?
Still using the tone of begging for rewards, what kind of trouble is this going to do?

Feng Zhuo couldn't complain, and didn't waste his energy to resist.

Leaning quietly in his arms, she said, "Who are you? Did the Feng family send you here to tease me? Let's talk about people, okay?"

"My name is Nangong Yan, do you know me? You should know me? Even if you don't know me, have you heard of it?"

"Snake spirit disease!" Feng Zhuo scolded without any psychological burden.

She was sure and sure, she didn't know anyone with the surname Nangong.

Whether in 2222 or now, she has never come into contact with someone with such a tall and prestigious surname.

"Don't know me? It's okay. You have a lifetime to know me."

Feng Zhuo suddenly felt, why is this world so fucked up?

Why is this world so fucked up?

Not only Feng Zhuo, everyone in the imperial capital is thinking this way.

(End of this chapter)