Feng Sujin watched the TV, a light flashed in her eyes. She was about to sit up, but Jun Mohan pressed her down gently and said, "Don't move yet, your hair hasn't been dried yet."
Feng Sujin touched her hair and said, "It's almost dry. I'll hold it and talk to you."
Lying on her Mr. Jun's lap, she couldn't see his expression at all and didn't know what he was thinking.
She wanted to see his expression.
Jun Mohan shook his head helplessly, picked up Feng Sujin, then picked up the comb and combed her messy hair neatly.
Feng Sujin leaned into Jun Mohan's arms with enjoyment, and said in a slightly coquettish tone: "Mo Han, do you still know how to tie your hair?"
Jun Mohan looked down at her, "What kind of hairstyle do you want?"
Feng Sujin looked at Jun Mohan seriously. She felt that her Mr. Jun had no temper for being nice to her.
"Mo Han, in front of outsiders, they are all afraid of you, but you are so kind to me. I have been thinking, what does it look like when you lose your temper with me?"
Jun Mohan rubbed her hair helplessly, "The scar has healed and forgotten the pain. When you don't cherish yourself and let yourself get hurt, I really want to hit you hard and punish you."
After a pause, Jun Mohan locked Feng Sujin's eyes seriously and said: "If one day you want to leave me, I will be really angry. You can't bear my anger, and you are not willing to try that. A price."
What Jun Mohan said was so domineering and terrifying that Feng Sujin's heart palpitated.
She wouldn't leave him, so she couldn't see his anger.
Feng Sujin shook her head, smiled happily, hugged Jun Mohan's waist, and started to make a fuss.
"Stop making trouble, be good!"
"Anyway, I won't leave you, and you can't be angry. Oh, by the way, it feels pretty good that Jian Binshi died, but I guessed that he definitely didn't commit suicide."
Jun Mohan rubbed Feng Sujin's head, "As you thought at the beginning, his death was related to Lord Guoyong."
"But in this way, the news that King Guoying and Queen were killed will not be exposed."
"Don't be anxious, take it step by step, and Hou Lihen will eventually catch himself."
Jun Mohan said, a faint light flashed in his eyes. Those information photos were sent to Guoyong Junhou Lihen using a temporary card from abroad. Even if he checked, he couldn't find it because it was an empty number.
Moreover, he had guessed from the beginning that Hou Lihen would not tolerate Jian Binshi, because Jian Binshi and the Jian family were already useless.
Once Jian Binshi dies, what will those who are loyal to Lord Guoyong think? Will they still be loyal to Lord Guoyong? This is hard to say.
As long as these people are not loyal to Lord Guoyong, he will have many loopholes to exploit.
Hou Lihen, you can't cannibalize him bit by bit, you have to bite him to death.
Because no one can imagine how sinister he is.
If it was before, he might not care about this, as long as he gets revenge.
But now he has people he cares about, people he wants to protect, and his father Jun Zhengqi is not in good health and can't stand the torment.
Even if he killed Hou Lihen, the terrifying forces behind Hou Lihen would kill crazily for him, and he could not risk his family and loved ones.
So he changed his plan.
This time, he also wanted to draw out Hou Lihen's secret power to see what the trump card hidden behind Hou Lihen was.
That kind of ghostly black shadow really doesn't look like an ordinary person.
Feng Sujin curled her lips and said: "Mo Han, I'm getting more and more disgusted with those sanctimonious people. It would be great if the true face of Lord Guoyong could be exposed earlier. He also caused my father's health. I'm very angry. , I wanted to do something to vent my anger.”