Murong Xie walked into the rain and let the rain soak him, but he was still very irritated.

And just then, after a burst of footsteps in the rain, the sky above his head suddenly stopped raining. He slowly looked up and saw a dark yellow oil paper umbrella appeared in front of him. The oil paper umbrella was very big, helping him block a piece of the sky.

He pursed his lips, and the irritability in his heart inexplicably dissipated. His eyes slowly fell down. He soon saw the white little hand. Looking down, his white sleeves were already wet.

"Brother Zinian, your clothes are wet, are you cold?" Xue Wuxin spoke weakly. Murong Xie then looked at her. At this moment, her little face was no longer as cold as before, with water droplets on her face, and her eyes were no longer cold. She was looking at herself with concern, and her clothes were already wet, sticking to her body, revealing her

Enchanting figure.

Seeing this, Murong Xie felt an inexplicable emotion in his heart. He almost took off his coat and put it on Xue Wuxin's body, and said coldly: "Go back to the house and change the clothes!"

"Brother Zinian, what about you?" Xue Wuxin asked looking at him.

Murong Xie ignored her and was about to go back to the inn. Xue Wuxin followed him.

Seeing the two of them entering the inn one after another, Jingyun and Qingliu looked at each other, Qingliu approached Jingyun and said, "Hey, do you think the prince is soft-hearted to Xue Wuxin?"

Jingyun immediately jumped away: "I don't know if your prince is soft-hearted, but you have to stay away from me."

Qingliu frowned: "Why?"

"I'm not interested in men."

“…”

As soon as Murong Xie changed his clothes, he heard the sound of the door being gently pushed open. He turned his head and saw Xue Wuxin quietly poking his head in. She suddenly saw herself, and was so scared that she quickly shrank her head back.

Murong Xie frowned, stepped forward, reached out and opened the door. He saw Xue Wuxin standing at the door, holding his wet coat in her arms, which had already wet a large area of ​​the clothes she had just changed.

Anger arose inexplicably in his heart. He snatched the wet clothes from her hand and threw them aside, looking at Xue Wuxin angrily.

Xue Wuxin was like a frightened little white rabbit. She looked at Murong Xie timidly with her big eyes and bit her lips tightly.

Seeing Xue Wuxin so much, Murong Xie's anger became more and more intense. He suddenly reached out and grabbed Xue Wuxin's wrist, pulled her into the room, closed the door, pressed her against the door panel, and said angrily: "Xue Wuxin, do you think you are pretending to be crazy?"

Xue Wuxin looked at Murong Xie with a confused look on her face. She frowned and said, "Brother Zinian, what does it mean to pretend to be crazy and stupid?"

"I really don't understand?" Murong Xie reached out and picked up Xue Wuxin's chin, and slowly approached her lips: "Xue Wuxin, if you pretend again, I will kiss you."

In fact, this is also Murong Xie testing Xue Wuxin. He hopes that Xue Wuxin is pretending, so he doesn't have to look at her like a little white rabbit all day long, and he can even kill her.

"Brother Zinian, is this a kiss?" Xue Wuxin suddenly hugged Murong Xie's neck and kissed him on the lips.

Murong Xie didn't expect that he stared at Xue Wuxin in a daze. After a moment, he realized that he was actually kissed by this woman!

He was furious and waved his hand and overturned Xue Wuxin to the ground, gritting his teeth and saying, "Get out!"

Xue Wuxin's eyes suddenly turned red. She looked at Murong Xie aggrievedly and said, "Brother Zinian, you said you want to marry me as the bride."

Murong Xie clenched his fists and turned around: "Get out, don't let me say it for the third time!"

Xue Wuxin sniffed, got up from the ground, bit her lip and looked at Murong Xie, then opened the door and walked out.

Seeing Xue Wuxin leaving, Murong Xie was not feeling much more comfortable, but became even more irritable.

...

Yan Mu Ningluo received the news from Gong Mohan and knew that he had found Rong Qianzhi and the two of them reconciled, so they felt relieved. Yan Mu said: "Luoer, when you see Ling'er tomorrow, you have to talk about her well. You can't leave without saying goodbye just because you are angry. Don't know if we are all worried?"

After finally finding his daughter, Yan Muke couldn't bear to say Rong Qianzhi, so he asked Ning Luo to talk.

Ning Luo understood as soon as he heard this, and she glared at Yan Mu: "Why don't you say it yourself, but let me talk about Ling'er? Humph, don't think I don't know what you are thinking!" He was so beautiful that he was a kind father himself, but he asked her to be a bad mother, so she wouldn't do it.

Yan Mu held his forehead and smiled and said, "Okay, then we don't even say it, just pretend that it's completely unaware."

Ning Luo glanced at Yan Mu, smiled and walked to the bed. Yan Mu smiled, reached out to support Ning Luo's waist, and pressed it to Ning Luo's ear and said, "Luo'er, are you that good?" "I'm not serious!" Ning Luo's face turned red suddenly. Of course, she knew what Yan Mu was referring to. They were originally husband and wife, and the misunderstanding had been resolved. Their relationship seemed to have returned to fifteen years ago over the past few days. She naturally would not refuse him for that kind of thing, just Yan

Mu was in a good condition, so she had a menstrual period, and that kind of thing could only be delayed again.

Yan Mu reached out and hugged Ning Luo in his arms, saying a little aggrievedly: "Luoer, I have been a monk for fifteen years, do you still have the heart to let me continue to do it?"

Ning Luo's face turned redder. She quickly pushed Yan Mu away, turned around, and said unnaturally: "You will know after a while."

Yan Mu was happy and was about to swing out the candle on the candlestick, but at this moment, a sinister voice came: "Oh, we are really not the time to come. I disturb you, kiss me, I love you."

While talking, Mo Zi Ran Yingge's figure appeared in the room.

Yan Mu's expression sterned. Ning Luo almost took the Zixiao Sword and turned to look at the two of them. When she saw Yingge, she narrowed her eyes. At this time, she finally understood why Yingge looked so much like Yan Mu.

"Since you're here, why are you still hiding your head and showing your tail? Take off your hat." Yan Mu pulled Ning Luo to her side and watched Mo Ziran speak coldly. This bastard who had caused his wife to be separated for fifteen years finally appeared!
Chapter completed!