Abduction of love and marriage: wrongly provoking the black emperor

Chapter 36 A Problem

Living in Moxiluo's villa, Feng Sumo felt at ease.

Although she didn't escape marriage directly to go abroad, if she just stayed in the villa and didn't go out, she wouldn't worry about being found by the people of Shenyin Hall.

It's just that there is a problem that is very difficult to solve.

When Feng Sumo came here, he came directly from the office, without a change of clothes, and the only one on his body was brutally torn to pieces by Moxiluo.

This is a very headache.

Wrapped in a bath towel and sleeping all night, the first thing Feng Sumo did after waking up the next day was to find a way to solve the problem at hand.

"Dong dong!"

There was a knock on the door shortly after she got up, and Moxiluo's cold voice came from outside the door, "Work!"

These two short words, without unnecessary nonsense, made Feng Sumo's scalp tingle a little.

Looking at the towel around his body, Feng Sumo ignored him.

Mexilo is obviously not a person who just gives up without answering. He didn't even ask for a second question. He just raised his long legs and kicked the door open.

"What are you doing?" Feng Sumo strode back, wrapped in a towel.

Moxiluo's eyes were fixed on the bath towel wrapped around her chest, her thin lips were lightly pursed in an aloof arc, and she didn't speak.

Feng Sumo felt uneasy when he saw him, so he lifted up the towel in embarrassment, and said in a pitiful tone, "I didn't bring any clothes yesterday, can you lend me a shirt?"

She has never encountered such embarrassing things in her life.

Moxiluo came back to his senses, with an expression of making up his mind after eating less, and said a word indifferently, "Make breakfast first."

"Wear like this?" Feng Sumo looked at him in disbelief, and pulled the towel around his chest even tighter.

"Then there's no need to discuss it." Moxiluo was obviously not a talkative person, he stretched his long legs and strode out of the room.

"Bastard!" Feng Sumo was furious, but there seemed to be no other way.

When you decided to come here, didn't you think that this young master would be difficult to serve?
So Feng Sumo came to the kitchen awkwardly wrapped in a towel.

It is a very challenging job. She is not very good at knotting. The problem is that the towel is not fastened firmly. One hand is holding the edge of the towel tightly, and the other hand is busy doing things. The picture is a bit funny.

Moxiluo stood by the kitchen door, looking at the busy petite figure inside, his eyes fixed on her beautiful legs under the towel.

Feng Sumo's complexion is very fair, his legs are very slender, with a little sensuality, very appreciative, it makes people... want to commit a crime.

Feng Sumo wouldn't know that he was busy in the kitchen wrapped in a towel in such a mess, simply because Moxiluo liked to see her now.

This is a feeling that Mexilo has not had in more than 20 years. Just looking at a person's legs can generate impulses.

"Ah!" Suddenly, an exclamation sounded.

Moxiluo came back to his senses, looked at her, and said a word indifferently, "Clumsy!"

"It hurts..." He rolled his eyes, and Feng Sumo, who was splashed by the oil, let go of the edge of the towel, trying to deal with his red and swollen skin, but the towel slipped unfortunately...

Feng Sumo was so startled that he forgot to react.

Moxiluo's eyes dimmed a bit...

Feng Sumo blushed so hard that he wanted to knock himself to death.

After a short period of absent-mindedness, she bent down, picked up the bath towel on the ground, and wanted to cover herself, but a big hand held hers down...
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(End of this chapter)