Just four words, but Ye Qingluo felt struck by lightning...
She, did she hear wrong
What did Di Moxuan say
he hello
He fed Chu Wuxin? !
Isn't this style of painting too beautiful
She can't even imagine it!
Ye Qingluo looked at Di Moxuan with a complicated expression, and took his arm: "Ah Xuan, I don't need you to feed him, his hand..."
The word "it's okay" has not yet been exported.
Di Moxuan's displeased gaze stopped his voice.
He raised his hand, and with his slender fingers, he gently pinched Ye Qingluo's chin. His long and narrow peach blossom eyes were as deep as a deep pool, bottomless.
"Could it be that you want to feed him yourself?"
His voice was extremely low.
It sounded very calm and indifferent.
But for Ye Qingluo who knew Emperor Moxuan well.
How could it not be heard, Di Moxuan's tone was mixed with displeasure.
Ye Qingluo's neck felt cold, and he coughed softly: "No, I mean, don't worry about it..."
Before the word "he" could be uttered, it was stopped again by Di Moxuan's half-closed peach blossom eyes.
Di Moxuan's finger touched her cheek lightly.
Immediately, hands slipped from her face.
He walked slowly towards Chu Wuxin, his eyes were calm, but his momentum was released invisible: "Aren't you hungry? What are you still standing here for?"
Chu Wuxin's complexion changed slightly, and he looked at him coldly: "I want Ye Qingluo."
"Unfortunately, everything about Xiao Luo'er belongs to this deity."
Di Moxuan pursed his lips, smiling sarcastically, with a hint of... showing off.
"After all, your hand is also to save Xiao Luoer, so that people can take advantage of it. Since... your hand hurts, as Xiao Luoer's fiancé, naturally you have to pay back this favor for Xiao Luoer." .”
As he spoke, he had already walked in front of Chu Wuxin.
Di Moxuan's altitude was half a head higher than Chu Wuxin's.
Coupled with the release of that majestic momentum.
The two stood together at close range, their aura was fully open, and their energy was agitated.
This picture...
How to see, how shocking!
but…
Ye Qingluo always feels that this picture has another direction inexplicably.
Two high-quality top-notch men.
Different styles.
One is domineering and noble, the other is cold and elegant.
Standing together, eye to eye...
Ye Qingluo was inexplicable, and saw... a kind of basic love!
When this thought flashed through his mind, Ye Qingluo couldn't help shivering.
She shook her head vigorously, shaking off this messy thought.
Facing Di Moxuan's aggressiveness, Chu Wuxin frowned even tighter, his thin lips moved slightly, and he was about to speak.
But he was interrupted by a man's voice: "Mr. Chu is very hungry, isn't he? Why do you still have the strength to push around here? Or... Mr. Chu's hand doesn't hurt at all, but it's just an excuse. He wants his fiancée, Hey you?"
When he said the last sentence, his tone was deliberately raised.
The semantics are full of ridicule.
Chu Wuxin's face moved.
The chill in his eyes became more and more permeable.
His five fingers hanging by his side were tightly clenched into fists, and he remained silent for a while.
After Ye Qingluo listened to Di Moxuan's words, she understood what Di Moxuan was planning.
Di Moxuan could also see that Chu Wuxin's hand did not affect his eating at all.
Di Moxuan said so.
How could Chu Wuxin continue to insist on her feeding him
However, in the next moment, a cold voice broke her thoughts.
"I'm hungry."
Hearing these two words, Ye Qingluo only felt thunder rolling from the sky.
This, is this really going to make Di Moxuan... feed him? !