Abduction of love and marriage: wrongly provoking the black emperor

Chapter 351 Who Can Be More Serious Than Me

"I didn't mean to look at it. I bumped into it as soon as I walked over." The child's voice continued to sound, and it seemed that there was a touch of injustice.

The mother was startled, and wanted to continue to say something, but before she could speak, a magnetic male voice suddenly sounded, "Then close your eyes."

The voice of His Highness Mohist Xiluo.

Feng Su Motou still maintained a drooping posture, the corners of his lips twitched, feeling that he was at home.

Moxiluo's tone was not harsh, but full of prestige. When the little boy turned around, he really closed his eyes.

The child's mother didn't pay much attention to the two of them, and continued walking forward with the little boy.

In Western society, the world of adults, this kind of thing is nothing.

Hearing the sound of footsteps going away, Feng Sumo cautiously turned his head to the side, saw that the child had already walked away but still couldn't help being curious, opened a thin slit with his hands, and stared at the two of them fiercely with each step. Expression, very tangled.

"I told you that there will be someone here." Feng Sumo's tone turned to Moxiluo with a bit of complaint.

"Isn't it already gone?" Bowing his head, his lips touched her profile, and Moxiluo kissed her again.

"..."

After being blank for a few seconds, Feng Sumo suddenly yelled at him, "Mexiluo, can't you be more serious?"

"Where am I not serious?" Moxiluo looked at her seriously, and didn't feel that there was anything wrong with him.

Feng Sumo stared at him strangely, and secretly concluded that Moxiluo was not serious at all.

Afraid that after sitting down, the two would directly change from the shallow kiss to a deep kiss, Feng Sumo didn't dare to stay any longer, stood up and was about to move forward.

Moxiluo followed behind her, very consciously, took her hand and put it in his arms.

Feng Sumo twitched, while Moxiluo remained calm.

After leaving the park, there were significantly more pedestrians on the road. The two of them were about to stop the car and go back to the palace, when a surprised voice suddenly sounded behind them, "This man looks like His Royal Highness the Crown Prince!"

After that, Feng Sumo and Moxiluo turned their heads tacitly and followed the source of the sound.

It was a young woman who spoke, and she was staring at Moxiluo with some glowing eyes. It seemed that she was surprised to see the deity at such a close distance.

Isn't it just a little more handsome?

Is it necessary to stare at others like admiring a national treasure?

Feng Sumo kept contemptuous in his heart, the first sentence was satirizing Mecilo, and the latter sentence was dissatisfaction with the young woman.

Holding Moxiluo's arm affectionately, Feng Sumo glanced at the woman and began to confuse her perception, "Really? I also think that my husband looks a lot like that Crown Prince, but don't you think, that Isn't the crown prince as handsome as him? It is said that the crown prince is cold, his face is like an ice cube, isn't it?"

Moxiluo glanced at Feng Sumo lightly, with a gloomy smile on his lips.

Belittling his image in front of the public, living a nourishing life, lack of training?
"Not the crown prince?" The young woman seemed very unacceptable to this, and stood still and forgot to respond.

"Let's go!" Feng Sumo took Moxiluo's hand instead of holding it, half-dragging and half-dragging to take the opportunity to leave.

However, within 2 minutes of walking, a commotion suddenly came from behind.

A few people who seemed to be reporters with cameras in their hands suddenly ran towards the two of them.

Feng Sumo groaned inwardly, looked around, and dragged Moxiluo to a motorcycle next to him.

Without saying anything, Feng Sumo got into the car quickly and sat in the front.

(End of this chapter)