Mo Qinghan suddenly grabbed Mo Qingcheng's collar and rotated it, which taught Mo Qingcheng to have a 180-degree rotation. Before Mo Qingcheng could react, he saw Mo Qinghan stretching out his big hand, holding Mo Qingcheng's slender waist with one hand, and firming Mo Qingcheng's hand that was difficult for Mo Qingcheng to be honest with the other hand. For some reason, the two of them were already facing the wall in an extremely ambiguous posture...

Mo Qinghan's eyes flashed with an emotion that Mo Qingcheng had never seen before. It was a little burning, but it was very forbearing. However, the person in front of him suddenly raised a cold charm from the corner of his mouth. His dark eyes narrowed, breeding a strange thing that made Mo Qingcheng's hair bones look weird, and then it was shocked by the warm breathing between his neck...

Damn! Why is this man so scary...

Mo Qinghan seemed to be very satisfied with Mo Qingcheng's trembling body. He immediately started to make a joke, and Yu Mo Qingcheng said hoarsely in his ears.

"Do you think I dare not?"

Mo Qingcheng shivered again, and his momentum immediately fell down. He turned into a grandson, smiled far-fetchedly, and said weakly

"I was wrong…"

For some reason, Mo Qinghan felt extremely angry when he saw this person's appearance. He then threw Mo Qingcheng aside with force, and then said no word...

Mo Qingcheng was a little confused. Why was the man's eyes so cold as if he wanted to cover up the tiny pain in his eyes...

Is she a little selfish and unwilling to approach, but she is reluctant to let go...

But Mo Qinghan felt bitter at this moment. She finally closed the door, not allowing him to enter, but not allowing him to retreat. Otherwise, why would he smile in front of him as if nothing had happened?

Mo Qingcheng got up from the ground in shame, but was still a turtle shrank. He now pulled Mo Qinghan's clothes and said carefully like a puppy.

"Beauty Han Han, I was wrong. I will never say you like men again..."

Mo Qinghanying's erect eyebrows twitched, but she changed into a look of laughter and crying. When she only looked at Mo Qingcheng, she was so vast and cold, and then she said coldly as if she was disgusted.

“Let go…”

Mo Qingcheng was shocked by the cool air that suddenly emerged from the air. He immediately let go of his hands, then lowered his head, and if he had done something wrong, he would face the wall and think about his mistakes...

Time seemed to stop. At that moment, Mo Qinghan's dark eyes were full of struggles. Mo Qingcheng lowered his head and thought about what kind of smile he wanted to brew. For a moment, no one spoke first...

Silence, a long silence, if it had been silent for a century, or rather, it was time, walking by a microscope...

When Mo Qingcheng looked up with a smile, he saw the man in black also waving his sleeves and leaving her with such a cold attitude...

Mo Qingcheng's hand, which was frozen in the air, hurriedly wiped Mo Qinghan's black brocade clothes, and then fell empty, as if something had been lost. The smile was also condensed at the corner of his mouth, as if he was about to pull it out, and there were many pains...

Did he hate her in the end? If he hated her when he first met...

Mo Qingcheng laughed at herself. If she was disturbed by someone, she would be annoying. He was willing to indulge her because she was the person Lie Ruge wanted to protect...

But it turns out that even escaping was just her self-indulgent...

Mo Qingcheng slid down the wall bit by bit, and his lower hair just covered all his emotions. As such, he left the wind blowing the carved wooden door back and forth...

Mo Qingcheng seemed a little cold, and only curled up his body, hugged him, buried his little head deeply in his arms. If the injured hedgehog was full of defense... He shrank in that corner, without trembling, without fermenting any emotions, just that quietness made the surrounding air thinner...

Yue finally got up one by one. But she saw Mo Qingcheng leaning against the wall motionlessly, but the next moment, she seemed to remember something. She ran along the road she walked when she came back in the morning like crazy, and didn't even care about her shoes. She ran barefoot towards the Fengdi's bedroom...

She had something to say, she had something to prove like Emperor Feng. When Mo Qingcheng arrived in front of the palace gate where the candlelight was still bright, she could no longer take steps...

Under the candlelight, the woman's graceful figure made enchanting shadows in the night. At this moment, she was as pure and beautiful as a shy flower that had just bloomed...

Mo Qingcheng stood outside the door like a fool, and heard the woman's soft voice saying word by word

"Father, my son will marry far away from Meng tomorrow. If you take it seriously, can't I make my son fulfill my wish..." The voice was full of desolation, and I only knew the sound...

The woman with the same appearance as her dress, the woman who said, "Son Master, Meet the Father Emperor". At this moment, the woman was in her father's room, not only with her naked body, but she still begged so stubbornly...

Emperor Feng seemed to turn around and couldn't stand the man, but saw the woman kneeling on the ground. Oh, no, now it should be said that it was Feng Nishang...

The slender little hand pulled the hem of Emperor Feng's bright yellow clothes, as if he was praying or questioning, but he said something amazing, Feng Nishang said

"I have loved you for so many years, so many years..."

Mo Qingcheng covered his lips and restrained himself from screaming...

But Feng Nishang seemed to be forced into a dead corner by the silence of Emperor Feng. The next moment, he hugged Emperor Feng tightly behind him and said crazy

"Do you think I want to be your daughter? Do you think I want to be your daughter..."

Emperor Feng still had no answer, or could not find any words to answer, so he just let Feng Nishang hug her tightly, but the figure was very straight...

Feng Nishang seemed to be trapped in memories, and she kept murmuring

"I was watching my mother with paper every day, and I watched her crying, laughing, and tearing the paintings to pieces..."

"At that time, I thought that one day, if I see you, I will give you all my love on behalf of my mother. Let you see how much my mother loves you..."

"Mom always says that your father likes women who can dance the most, but mom doesn't..."
Chapter completed!