Lord Wen's goblin is a full-scale boss

Chapter 126 Master Wen: Ma'am, kiss me again

Before he finished speaking, he coughed violently again.

Seeing him like this, Wu Yao sat back and took his hand to take his pulse.

It was confirmed that he was fine, but that he had a slight cough due to the emotional agitation caused by the turmoil.

Holding Wen Tao's hand, Wuyao's expression didn't change, but he was confused, "Wen Tao, why is your body getting worse and worse as you take care of it?"

Logically speaking, as long as Wen Tao eats the health care products that Su Mu sends to Wen's family on a daily basis, his current condition can be relieved to a certain extent.

But the situation is that Wen Tao's body didn't feel any relief, instead...

After asking Wen Tao, Wu Wuyao was about to withdraw the hand that was holding his pulse, but Wen Tao held it back.

Wen Tao looked at Fifth Yao, the tear mole under his eyes was coquettish and beautiful: "I didn't eat."

Just three words solved all Wu Yao's confusion.

Looking at Wen Tao's gleaming white face, it is really uncanny, astonishing, it is so beautiful, like pearls and jade, exquisite and sparse.

Especially the mole of tears in front of his eyes can be called the finishing touch, embellishing the contours of his eyebrows and eyes to a perfect, enchanting and evil spirit.

Wen Tao was good-looking and extremely beautiful, but he was so beautiful that he was not aggressive at all, but rather protective.

No matter men or women, facing the sick Wen Tao, they will unconsciously develop a strong desire to protect.

"why do not you eat?"

Wu Wuyao just asked casually, and somehow understood that Wen Tao was afraid that she would poison him with her food?
After thinking about it, she joked, "Why, are you afraid that my people will poison the food and kill you? Then, I can inherit your [-] billion inheritance sooner?"

Holding Fifth Yao's hand, Wen Tao said in a sickly voice, "Madam won't accompany me, I have no appetite."

Wu Wuyao looked at Wen Tao, and his words were full of ridicule: "Why, you, the king who covers the sky with one hand in the imperial capital, eats like a child, and needs someone to accompany you?"

"Before you met me, could it be that you didn't eat?"

Facing Fifth Yao's teasing, Wen Tao stared at her with affectionate phoenix eyes, his eyes were warm and his voice was cool: "Madam, when you are with me, don't think about other men.

If Madam really misses her, give me one year, and I will release Madam free after one year. "

After listening to Wen Tao's words, Fifth Yao stared at him silently for a long time, and finally held his hand instead, and explained actively: "Sir, when I saw you, I never thought about others. I saw what I thought about, It was always just you, sir."

Wen Tao's pupils shone, and his bright and moist phoenix eyes were evil, "Yaoyao, when you call me Wen Tao, I am Wen Tao. But when you call me husband, I am not your husband."

His wife kept saying that she didn't think about others, but people's eyes and inadvertently revealed emotions cannot be deceived.

When she revealed her true feelings, she never called him Wen Tao, but "Sir".

His wife, before meeting him, had already lived in her heart.

Fifth Yao stared at Wen Tao closely, he was still the same, sickly.

But in those eyes, there is determination and indifference, love and coldness.

Holding Wen Tao's hand and clasping his fingers tightly, Wuyao's eyes were cold and his eyebrows were as charming as silk, "Calling you sir, you are my husband. Calling you Wen Tao, you are my Wen Tao.

No matter what you call it, you will always be my husband. "

With a graceful and pleasant voice, Fifth Yao approached and kissed Wen Tao's cheek tenderly, with a charming and enchanting voice.

"Sir, I'm a person with a strong sense of history. You asked me to call you your husband, and I can't adapt. It's not appropriate to call you your husband. After weighing the pros and cons, only the word sir is the most appropriate."

"If you don't like it, I'll call you Wen Tao instead of Mr.

If you still want to play with your temper, let me think about what is more appropriate to call you..."

"I like the title of Mr." Wen Tao opened his lips, although his voice was cold, but there was a different kind of warmth: "Kiss again."

　Good evening.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)