The full-level boss really doesn't want to be green tea anymore

Chapter 169 Doesn't He Hate Her?
Shuang Feichen stretched out his hand, wanting to rub Wen Moyan's hair.

But Wen Moyan dodged subconsciously, her whole body was full of nervousness, like a child who made a mistake.

Shuang Feichen's hand was hanging in the air, a little embarrassed.

Wen Moyan squeezed out a wry smile, then lowered his head and said, "My lord might as well go in and see His Highness King Xiang first, he really misses you."

Shuang Feichen wanted to ask: "Then do you miss me?" The words came to his lips, but he couldn't say them.

He nodded and said, "Come in with me." He didn't want Wen Moyan out of her sight.

Wen Moyan didn't refuse, and followed behind him obediently.

Shuang Feichen entered the room, asked about Wu Xuanye's situation, chatted with Shuang Yuanxing about the current situation, and finally left the guest room with Wen Moyan, and came to the room where Wen Moyan was resting.

As soon as he entered, Shuang Feichen sat on the bed.

This behavior made Wen Moyan even more nervous.

Seeing her standing there awkwardly, Shuang Feichen thought it was a little funny.

He reached out and patted the seat beside him, and said, "Come and sit."

"Do? What to do?" Do it right after meeting?Is this Shuang Feichen too straightforward?Wen Moyan showed an unbelievable expression.

Seeing her strange expression, Shuang Feichen asked puzzledly: "What? I haven't seen you for ten days, and you don't even recognize your husband? You dare to leave with a strange man, but now you come over and sit down and talk, but you don't dare?"

"Ah..." Wen Moyan let out a long breath, it turned out to be sitting down!

She walked up to Shuang Feichen and sat down, looked down at her own toes and said, "Your lord, you can ask whatever you want. It was indeed Feng Yuli who brought me here, but I have already ordered someone to pass the news to lord. It's just a matter of urgency, not deliberately concealing it!"

Shuang Feichen knew everything, so he didn't want to ask these things. He just wanted to ask Wen Moyan if he missed him these days.

It's a pity that he couldn't ask this kind of question no matter what.

But just sitting like this is not a problem.

After thinking about it, Shuang Feichen asked: "You said you want to show Liu Fengyang a play, what kind of play?"

When it comes to business, Wen Moyan is not so restrained.

Wen Moyan said: "Since the lord has brought the people from Baihuying, let's take all the thieves on the mountain away. It's best to go back by detour and don't run into the people of King Qi. As for the scene I'm talking about, wait King Qi has brought people here, so we can see it."

"Hmm..." Shuang Feichen hummed, as if the topic was over.

He was silent for a while, thought for a while and said, "You..."

"My lord..."

The two spoke at the same time, making the atmosphere in the room even more awkward.

"You speak first!"

"My lord, speak first!"

They spoke at the same time again, revealing a strange tacit understanding.

"This king..."

"Then I..."

They spoke at the same time again and again, making both of them want to cover their faces.

Wen Moyan felt her heart beating extremely fast, as if she had run 800 meters desperately.

She stood up abruptly, wanting to go outside while breathing.

But before she could take half a step, Shuang Feichen grabbed her wrist.

Xu used too much force, but Wen Moyan was pulled back directly by him, and fell down on the bed with a bang.

Wen Moyan subconsciously stared at Shuang Feichen with wide eyes, half guarded and half nervous.

Shuang Feichen looked at her with a frown, and couldn't help asking: "After so many days apart, do you miss me for a moment?"

what? !

Shuang Feichen asked too seriously, so seriously that Wen Moyan's mind was in a mess and he couldn't answer at all.

However, she was staring at Shuang Feichen now, so she didn't need to bother to answer.

A sweet word, blurted out: "Missing is like a horse, parting from oneself, without stopping."

After Wen Moyan finished speaking, she felt bad, she was about to look away in a hurry, but suddenly Shuang Feichen pinched her chin.

Shuang Feichen looked at her steadfastly, and suddenly smiled. In the smile, Wen Moyan could understand joy, and there was a little teasing in the joy.

He raised the corners of his mouth and smiled lightly: "It's really nice to say. The king will also give you a sentence. If you don't love lovesickness in your life, you will love it, and you will hurt lovesickness..."

Wen Moyan's eyes widened, and she felt her heart beating. She no longer ran 800 meters, but ran [-] miles!
Under her shocked gaze, Shuang Feichen slowly lowered his head.

The softness and coldness from her lips made Wen Moyan understand what happened.

She subconsciously covered her chest, as if she was afraid that the throbbing heartbeat would disrupt the peaceful atmosphere of the years in front of her.

Shuang Feichen's kiss was very shallow, so shallow that it was inseparable.

His actions are gentle, so gentle that it is addictive.

His breath is also very good, like sweet-scented osmanthus plums brewed in an open altar, mellow and pleasant.

It's like a handful of brewed Mingqian tea, with a light and long-lasting fragrance.

Wen Moyan slowly closed her eyes, her mind was still in chaos, but her body responded unconsciously.

She understood that she didn't dislike Shuang Feichen's behavior.

She didn't understand, did Shuang Feichen's behavior mean that he didn't hate her?

Feeling the gentleness of the girl in his arms, Shuang Feichen's mood that had been suppressed for many days suddenly brightened.

He shouldn't have pretended to be Nangong Buer, even if Wen Moyan could handle it freely in front of Nangong Buer, she would never be so charming in front of Nangong Buer.

Only he, Shuang Feichen, can see her delicate blush now.

Thinking about it carefully, Feng Yuli, that strange person, is really right. Friendship is generous, only love can be cautious.

Thinking of this, Shuang Feichen felt joy in his heart, and suddenly threw Wen Moyan down, involuntarily deepening the kiss.

……

After all, Shuang Feichen still couldn't do anything to Wen Moyan. Even if he wanted to, he couldn't risk Wen Moyan's life.

So when the two came out of the room, Wen Moyan blushed and lowered her head, looking as if she had done something wrong and was at a loss.

Shuang Feichen, on the other hand, had a dark face, frowning eyebrows, braked urgently, and looked dissatisfied with desire.

Shuang Feichen looked at Wen Moyan, and couldn't help but want to hold her hand.

But Wen Moyan hurriedly dodged, and said, "It's almost... I'm about to cook medicine for King Xiang."

Shuang Feichen said helplessly: "Yan'er, it was you who said you missed me, and I couldn't help it. You shouldn't be angry, right?"

Wen Moyan's face turned red in an instant, and she muttered in a low voice, "I didn't say that."

"What?" Shuang Feichen didn't hear clearly.

Wen Moyan didn't want to answer this question anymore. If she didn't get angry when she answered this question, wouldn't it be the same as inviting Shuang Feichen to come again?
She is not a fool.

Just when Wen Moyan was about to run away, the guard Qing Lan walked over.

When Wen Moyan saw Qinglan, it was like seeing a savior, and greeted him from a distance, and shouted: "Guard Qinglan, do you have something to do with the prince?!"

(End of this chapter)