Jun Mohan looked at Feng Sujin's expression and said, "Then I'll cut my face."
Jun Mohan was very serious when he said this.
Feng Sujin originally thought Jun Mohan was joking, but when she saw his serious look, her heart suddenly trembled.
She knew that Jun Mohan was serious. As long as she nodded, she believed that Jun Mohan could cut it with a knife immediately.
Feng Sujin's heart was about to jump out of fear. She quickly held Jun Mohan's hand hard and said, "I don't allow you to hurt yourself. You are here to see me, not them."
Feng Sujin said, gently stroking Jun Mohan's cheek with her hand, "You are mine, you must love yourself."
Feng Sujin hugged Jun Mohan's neck and kissed his face, with strong emotion in her eyes, "It's mine."
Jun Mohan smiled softly, captured Feng Sujin's lips, and kissed her deeply.
He murmured between his lips and teeth: "It has always been yours."
After kissing for a while, when things got out of control, Jun Mohan let go of Feng Sujin and patted her back to help her calm down, "It's been a tiring day and I haven't even eaten yet, so I asked someone to prepare a shelf." , let’s grill our own skewers, if you like the excitement, I’ll call a lot of people over.”
Feng Sujin was still immersed in the kiss just now and didn't come back to her senses for a moment. When she suddenly heard Jun Mohan's words, she was stunned.
She shook her head, "No, don't go to such trouble, we can just eat a little."
"It's all arranged. It'll be over in a moment."
When he came out of the store and walked back, Jun Mohan had already sent a message to make arrangements.
Jun Mohan held Feng Sujin in his arms, caressing her back with one hand to help her calm down her breathing, while holding her cell phone in her other hand and posting on Weibo.
Jun Mohan registered a Weibo account very early when he was in Beiquan City.
At that time, the messages sent were also to protect Feng Sujin.
This time, too.
Jun Mohan sent a WeChat message under his real name to express his attitude towards the incident in the store.
After posting on Weibo, Jun Mohan stopped looking at his phone.
To him, the most important thing was Feng Sujin's mood.
Soon, lively sounds came from the Jun family yard.
Feng Sujin looked out through the floor-to-ceiling window curiously.
Jun Mohan smiled and said: "Everyone should have prepared everything. Let's go, we will go there too."
When Jun Mohan took Feng Sujin's hand and walked out of the building and came to the hall in another part of the yard, many people were here. Everyone was busy preparing stands, a lot of ingredients, and seasonings.
"Your Majesty said that our queen likes to eat these kebabs."
"And this flavor, are you ready?"
"Your Majesty knows clearly what our queen likes to eat and what she doesn't like to eat. This is true love."
"Just by watching the video of today's ceremony, everyone knows how much His Majesty loves the Queen."
“It feels like it’s been a long time since I’ve gotten together like this and had fun.”
…
Feng Sujin's eyes sparkled as she listened to the voice.
When she listened carefully and looked again, she was shocked.
"These people, these people... are all the people who have been in the Jun family?"
No wonder she felt a little familiar, as if she had returned to the time when she was at Jun's house. She thought they had all been killed by Hou Lihen's people.
Jun Mohan explained: "These are all the survivors. They were all the people who served my father at the beginning. Now I have brought them all here, and they will still be at Jun's house in the future."
At this moment, Feng Sujin was moved and excited, feeling familiar with the Jun family.
But she still felt a little regretful in her heart, "But my father and sister are gone."