After lunch, Xin Mo'er opened her hazy eyes and saw Feng Qingcang with a gloomy face, holding a large pile of enlightenment in her hand, and looking at her with cold eyes as bright as a ripple.
It was obviously a hot weather, but Xin Mo'er could feel a chill rising from her back.
Outside the gate of King Xu's mansion, there were also women's chuckling sounds from time to time.
The conversation and laughter were endless. I thought it was the one who came to the Xu Palace to apply for the Princess Xu.
Feng Qingcang held the enlightenment of seeking a wife in his hand tightly, and there was a strong anger in his eyes, "Do you just want me to marry a wife?"
Xin Mo'er quickly jumped up from the chair, took a few steps back, and smiled, "Father, you see that your emotions are so unstable, it must be because of the male hormone surplus, it's time to find a woman to solve it.
Solve the physiological needs.”
With a "sniff", the paper in Feng Qingcang's hand instantly turned into pieces and fell to the ground.
"Father, this is what I paid for hiring someone to write. You just ruined it. Wouldn't you have to rewritten it again? You will pay for the money you hire next time." Xin Mo'er pouted and protested dissatisfiedly.
"I said you really don't understand or you don't understand?!" Feng Qingcang had the urge to knock her head open and see.
"Father..." Xin Mo'er blinked and swallowed twice, "I have something to do, let's go first, you can sit down first."
After saying that, he was about to apply oil under his feet and slip away.
But he lifted the back collar up, turned around forcibly and looked directly at him.
"Don't call me father! I never thought you were my daughter. The title of father will only make me feel hateful and ridiculous!" Feng Qingcang's phoenix eyes shrank sharply.
Xin Mo'er's little body shook. Although he was pinched by him, his eyes could still turn. He turned aside and did not dare to look at him. He changed the topic, "Father, the weather is a bit hot, you are too angry
It’s too big, it’s time to drink some ice water to get rid of the heat.”
"Don't change my topic! You know what I'm talking about! Don't pretend to be stupid to me!"
"Father, I really don't know what you are saying... I'm going out, I still have some serious things to do." Xin Mo'er felt that she was feeling weak when she was seen by him and was uncomfortable all over.
"You have something to do? What's wrong with you?" Feng Qingcang looked at the door of Prince Xu's mansion, "What you call it is to find a Princess Xu for me and a stepmother for yourself?"
Xin Mo'er found that he was extremely unstable and did not dare to confront him head-on, so she could only laugh dryly.
Feng Qingcang refused to let her go, and then said, "Then I don't think about you anymore. You don't have to think about how to find Princess Xu all day long, because I never thought about marrying other women as princesses.
The position of Princess Xu, I reserved it for a person ten years ago, that person..."
"Father, the weather is so hot, I want to drink water." Xin Mo'er suddenly interrupted him.
Feng Qingcang's phoenix eyes seemed to be able to see her heart, "Why, are you guilty?"
"Or are you scared?"
"Or you don't dare to face it?"
"Father..." Xin Mo'er felt a little uncomfortable and called out dryly.
"I told you a long time ago not to call me my father. That's not a joke! Do you think a mere title can change my first thoughts of you?"
"Do you think a mere title can separate you and me?"
"Do you think you can escape your feelings with just one title?"
"Do you think a mere title can make me let you go?"
"I tell you, it's impossible!"
"Never possible!"
Feng Qingcang's words and phrases were full of aura and aggressiveness, without giving Xin Mo'er a chance to refute.
Xin Mo'er really didn't know how to refute it. She was fourteen years apart from him, so that's nothing. She thought that the uncle and the loli matched each other very well.
However, since childhood, Feng Qingcang has already fixed her position in her heart. She likes him very much and relies on him very much.
She had fantasized about his various relationships, and the only one she had never fantasized about was couples and couples.
Because she felt that was unrealistic.
Even if she could barely accept it.
But the saliva around them can also flood them.
She has no support and no worries.
But no matter how he said he was a prince, and he was loved by the people and admired by thousands of people.
Even if she can accept all kinds of public opinion, he can ignore everyone's accusations.
But Grandpa, and those enemies who were jealous of him, would not let them develop.
Maybe he would take the opportunity to cause trouble, attack him, and pull him down from the height of ten thousand people.
She is lonely and can ignore the consequences.
What about him? Can he let go of his identity as a prince and have a passionate and worry-free relationship with her?
In fact, she really doesn't have much demand for her partner.
He loves her, and she loves him too. That's enough.
The belief she pursues is to bear responsibility together, suffer pain together, and keep happiness together.
Then hug the beloved, until he is gone, until he turns into dust, and he is no longer conscious.
However, he and her seem to be very close, but they are obviously very far apart.
I don’t remember any famous saying written in it, “You are not born yet, I am old, you hate me later, I hate you too late, I hate you too early.”
Perhaps, he and she were not so fed, not yet at that point, not yet unable to stay together.
But his identity and her are here. He is her adoptive father and she is his adopted daughter.
She thought, this might be what she called the so-called short fate, but the love was deep.
"You are distracted again!" Feng Qingcang was furious. "Every time you get serious, you will be distracted. Do you just dislike me so much?!"
His voice made her eardrums hurt.
Xin Mo'er came to her senses and said with a smile, "Actually, I like you very much."
Feng Qingcang couldn't bear it anymore, and had nowhere to be angry, gritted his teeth in annoyance, "What you like is that I am absent-minded every time I speak, and what you like is that I sprinkle salt on my heart?"
Xin Mo'er's mind flashed and she smiled without fear of death, "Actually, I think you have the potential to be a poet."
"Xin Mo'er!" Feng Qingcang was angry.
"Here!" Xin Mo'er's body was unconsciously straightened. She felt that every time she talked to him, she felt like a primary school student was taught by the teacher.
This feeling is very unpleasant...
Feng Qingcang narrowed her eyes, her long and thick eyelashes slightly restrained, and suddenly shedded her control.
Junyan's anger also restrained and suddenly smiled at her with a charming smile.
Just when Xin Mo'er was still intoxicated by his charming smile.
Feng Qingcang brought her into his arms with both hands. His cool lips pointed at her seductive red lips and kissed her, pried open her teeth with punishment and tasted them hard.
The fragrance in her mouth.
(Emma, sorry girls, it's a little bit sensational.)