The wind and moon of the other world are full of the world

"Master Cheng Shao, where are you going in such a hurry?" The leisurely and comfortable voice was still windy, and there seemed to be a bit of a tooth-sick smile in the voice.

Cheng Zailan saw a person wrapped in a blanket, sitting at the table with his legs crossed, drinking a cup of hot tea leisurely. How could there be any signs of dying from blood?

Cursing secretly for being affectionate, Cheng Zailan's face suddenly became gloomy, and he said coldly: "There is a problem with this store."

"I see."

Meng Qianxun's comfortable interface, his eyes drifted to the ground not far away, isn't there a few "corpses" standing there?Can I still not know?

Cheng Zailan suddenly felt that his worries were completely superfluous. How could he have forgotten that Meng Qianxun was the prime minister of a country, and how could there be no one to protect him?That young man named Guan Mo is a master, right?

The corners of Meng Qianxun's mouth had an evil smile, she didn't say much, just covered the teacup with both hands, and took a few sips of the steaming tea.

Cheng Zailan didn't speak for a while, his eyes drifted to a section of snow-white exposed from the blanket beside the table.

His gaze moved upwards involuntarily, slender thighs, slender waist, fair chest, moist red lips...

With a buzzing sound, Cheng Zailan's mind exploded, and Cheng Zailan suddenly felt his blood rushing up, and almost spit out nosebleeds spinelessly, and hurriedly gathered his mind, Cheng Zailan secretly spurned himself in his heart!To be stunned by Meng Qianxun with just one gesture...

An evildoer, indeed an evildoer!

Sleeping naked, suddenly, Cheng Zailan seemed to remember something, his eyes seemed to be able to spew fire, and he stared fiercely at the lightly veiled bed!

"Master Meng should have less wind at night, lest he won't wake up the next day, and even a ghost won't know how he died!" With an indifferent tone, Cheng Zailan lost control of his words.

Meng Qianxun was also taken aback, she was cursed by someone for no reason and would die a bad death, all people have a bit of a temper, right?

However, Meng Qianxun just glanced at Cheng Zalan indifferently, and said indifferently: "Master Cheng Shao, the night is already dark, so Meng will not send me off!"

The gentle tone of voice was as lazy and soothing as ever, but it revealed a sharp alienation and chill.

Cheng Zailan shuddered for no reason, snorted coldly, and walked away in a huff.

When the door was closed, the teacup in Meng Qianxun's hand fell to the ground with a bang, and the still hot tea splashed on her exposed calf, which was already freezing to the bone.

"My lord—" A black figure entered in panic upon hearing the sound, and quickly embraced the crumbling man.

"Xiao Mo, first, go back to the room..." The slightly weak voice was calm and indifferent.

Guan Mo nodded slightly, and gave cold instructions to the always closed bed curtain: "Remember, you didn't see or hear anything!"

Before the person on the bed could respond, Guan Mo had already wrapped the sheet tightly tightly, and turned to the next room with the person in his arms...