Abduction of love and marriage: wrongly provoking the black emperor

Chapter 341
Ji Fengwu followed her gaze, and his eyes fell on Moxiluo's face.

The gazes of the two men met at a distance of several meters, their eyes were equally indifferent, and their faces were equally cold.

"This is for you, I'll go back to my room first." Feng Sumo didn't want Moxiluo to misunderstand, turned around and walked towards him directly.

"Go back to the room." Putting his arm on his wrist, Feng Sumo pulled him into the room.

Moxiluo didn't say anything, quietly followed her to their room.

Ji Fengwu quietly looked at the two leaving figures, and after a brief absence, he withdrew his gaze and entered the room with the pastries.

It's a fact that he doesn't like desserts, but when he thinks that Feng Sumo sent them, or maybe she made them himself, he just can't bear to refuse.

Picking up a small piece of cake, he ate it expressionlessly. To Ji Fengwu, the taste was too sweet, but this time, he unexpectedly found it not unpalatable.

Is it because the person who sent it was related to Su Mo?
Feng Sumo took Moxiluo back to the room, turned his head sideways, and carefully observed the reaction on his face.

How long had he been standing there just now?

Seeing her and Ji Fengwu fighting so happily, would he be jealous?

Moxiluo pursed his thin lips lightly, his stern face was expressionless.

"Xi Luo..." Feng Sumo called him softly, very pleasantly.

Moxiluo turned his head and looked at her slowly.

"Feng Wu and I have always gotten along like this." Feng Sumo wanted to explain, but after saying a word, he suddenly bit his lip and stopped.

If he can't accept her way of getting along with Ji Fengwu, wouldn't he be even more upset after she said that?
"Are you angry?" Feng Sumo raised his head, his moist eyes fixed on him, and there was a trace of uneasiness in his eyes.

Moxiluo rubbed her head with his big hands, hugged her horizontally, and threw her directly on the bed.

"Hmm..." Feng Sumo was a little hurt from the fall, rubbing his severely injured beauty tun, his eyebrows formed into a shallow arc.

Moxiluo lay on the bed, hugged her in his arms, and said a word with thin lips, "Who do you think I am?"

"Didn't you always... always care about the relationship between me and Feng Wu?" Feng Sumo muttered, his truncus was in hot pain, and his voice trembled a little.

"Isn't that the original?" Mesilo roared in a rough voice.

"..." Feng Sumo was stunned for a moment, and after he realized it, he yelled back at him, "Are you still throwing me?"

"This is for..." Moxiluo pinched her chin with his hand, lifted her clear and plain face, and slightly hooked his lips, "to speed up the efficiency of going to bed."

In fact, he was a little angry and domineering, but he didn't want Feng Sumo to know.

I also know in my heart that the relationship between her and Ji Fengwu is very pure, and that Feng Sumo's heart, Moxiluo is definitely on him, that's enough.

Feng Sumo was so angry that he really wanted to spit at him.

Is it necessary to torment her so much to speed up the efficiency of going to bed?

After getting along for such a long time, I originally thought that he had changed to the gentle route, but I didn't expect that before he persisted for half a year, he showed his original shape again...

"It hurts?" Moxiluo looked at her frowning, and reached for her tummy.

"What are you doing... don't..." Feng Sumo was startled by his actions, and as soon as his petite body curled up, he backed away.

He wouldn't be planning to help her rub it, would he?

It's so embarrassing to treat her like this at such a grown-up person.

(End of this chapter)