Abduction of love and marriage: wrongly provoking the black emperor

Chapter 352 Su Mo's First Time

As long as the two of them get along alone, the demeanor of the crown prince of Mesilo disappears without a trace, and he becomes a full-fledged hooligan in Feng Sumo's eyes!

Moxiluo's hand was about to touch Feng Sumo's chest, Feng Sumo was shocked, freed his driving hand, and waved his hand away.

"Mexiluo, do you look a little good?" Feng Sumo was so annoyed at him, she couldn't imagine how the two of them would be described if they were captured by reporters from some gossip community.

"What do you want me to look like?" Moxiluo teased leisurely, resting his head on her thin shoulders.

No face and no skin!
Feng Sumo cursed in his heart, glared at him, and focused on driving again, "Just sit down and don't move!"

"No." Moxiluo rejected her decisively, and put his hands on her waist again, kneading her waist more or less heavily, a little restrained compared to the movements just now.

"Mo...Mexilo...I itch...haha..."

While Feng Sumo was driving the car, Bian Shan dodged his sneak attack, the laughter of Qingquan coming out of the valley resounded in the wind, and the car also lost balance with the movements of the two, and swayed.

Without the slightest self-knowledge, Moxiluo continued to knead Feng Sumo's hand. The essence was to eat tofu, but to Feng Sumo, it became a tickle.

Feng Sumo kept dodging, caring about driving and guarding against wolves at the same time. His body was still numb by him, and his concentration wandered to the bottom line in an instant. After the car veered again, his body suddenly leaned sideways—

This change came suddenly, and Mesilo was a step slower in reacting, and the bodies of the two flew out.

Moments before landing, Moxiluo stretched out his long arms and took Feng Sumo into his arms.

"Boom!" The out-of-control motorcycle slammed into the guardrail on the road under that force.

Feng Sumo nestled on his chest, and was stunned for several seconds, but he didn't come back to his senses.

"Are you injured?" Moxiluo's attitude changed 180 degrees in a short period of time. The previous banter was wiped away, and his eyes fell on her, and he began to seriously search for signs of injury.

Feng Sumo looked down at him, recovered his senses, got up from him quickly, and helped him up.

"It's so embarrassing, I haven't fallen off my bike yet." Feng Sumo tidied up his crumpled clothes, and glared at Moxiluo with resentment in his eyes.

"There's a first time for everything, isn't there?" Hearing her lively voice, Moxiluo breathed a sigh of relief and continued to joke.

"It's all your fault. I've reminded you many times." Feng Sumo stopped his hands and turned his gaze to him, "Are you injured?"

Unexpectedly, she would stop being angry after muttering a few words, Moxiluo was a little moved, stared at her quietly for a few seconds, and shook his head lightly.

With such a small injury, if he can do nothing to him, then his name will not be Mexilo.

Feng Sumo glanced sideways at the motorcycle lying beside him, and wanted to walk over, but Moxiluo grabbed his wrist.

"Just call and ask Nuo Qi to drive over."

"I'll see if the car can still be used." Feng Sumo walked to the side of the car a few steps, stood up the car, sat on it and tried to start it, then turned his head to Moxiluo, "It's still good."

"You are not allowed to touch the motorcycle in the future." Moxiluo hugged her from the car, even kicked the motorcycle maliciously, pulled her to stand by the road, and then dialed Nuo Qi's phone.

Half an hour later, Nuo Qi appeared next to the embarrassed two people. First, he glanced at Feng Sumo and Mo Xiluo speechlessly, then swallowed all the words he wanted to make fun of, and drove them back to the palace.

(End of this chapter)