It turns out that you are undefeated in the East

Red candle tents are warm, especially when spring nights are bitter and short days are high. Once people who have been abstinent all year round are lifted, they will be ferocious beasts that choose people and devour them.Those who have not been out of their dormitory for three days, on the fourth day, the sun is shining brightly, but they are still groggy.

The birds chirped at dawn, but Mo Wuming had already got up. He was standing in front of the bed with a smile on his face.The person on the bed was still sleeping, with silky and delicate rose petals sticking to the whole body indiscriminately, red gauze and red quilt, snow skin and black hair, red marks on the exposed jade white shoulders and neck, and tears in the eyelashes.

Mo Wuming leaned over, rubbed his frowning brows away with his index finger, and whispered in his ear: "Dongfang, Dongfang, I'll go to the small kitchen and make us something to eat. Did you hear that?"

The person on the bed frowned again, but remained silent.He struggled for a moment, still buzzing like a disturbing fly.

What if this person wakes up and sees that he is not there, and thinks that he is a bastard who ran away after pulling up his pants, or doubts himself, and feels sad, what if he wants to destroy the world?

Surprised by his own thoughts, he shook his morning goosebumps.A mischievous smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, persistently disturbing people's dreams.

"Dongfang, Bao'er," he kept babbling on his ear, explaining his itinerary for getting up and leaving in the morning, and finally suggested, "If you hear me and don't want to talk, just tug on my skirt."

He also stretched his neck to this man's hand very intimately. Not long after, a long white hand came off the red bed sheet and fumbled wildly.The owner of the hand was still half buried in the mandarin duck quilt, only his white and red ears were exposed.

Mo Wuming chuckled lightly and picked up the man's hand and put it on the collar. The hand pulled half-deadly, and pulled it again with more force.After that, he quickly retracted and shrank into the quilt, as if he didn't want to talk to him very much.

The sun is rising higher and higher, hanging above, pouring down the residual power of summer.Inside the red gauze curtain, the arched happy quilt was moving.Not long after, a figure sat up, the newly-born black hair was bristling, trembling with the master's movements.

There was no one in the room, Dongfang stopped his yawning hands, his mind went blank for a moment, and panic flashed in his eyes.

After a while, his fingers tightly gripped the quilt, but his face turned red.He was yelled at by someone to listen to the person explaining where he was going, and fell asleep again, not knowing what night it was, whether it was a dream or a fantasy.

The man must be coming back soon, he hastily put on the new clothes he had prepared aside, he didn't want to be caught and stay in the bedroom again.

After a few days of marriage, he no longer doubted that Mo Wuming would hate his mutilated body.He also ordered himself not to be disgusted.Mo Wuming used endless practical actions to prove how beautiful and fascinating his body is.

Dongfang patted his cheeks, and couldn't bear to look directly at them, the two's footprints were left everywhere in the bedroom.He hadn't left the room for three days in a row, he was being fed when eating, accompanied by taking a bath, not to mention going out, he almost never touched the ground.

Although he didn't care at all that the maid had to do laundry and change quilts when she saw the mess in the room.But whenever someone was tidying up the inner room, he was put in the bathtub and cleaned carefully by that person, and he felt extremely embarrassed.He never thought that Mo Wuming was such a Mo Wuming. In his own words, he was too... a dog?

The door "squeaked" opened, and Mo Wuming walked in carrying a food box.Seeing him standing by the window, he walked over quickly.She wrapped her arms around his waist, rubbed it lightly, and put one hand on his forehead, with worried eyes: "Why is your face so red, won't you have a fever?"

He was obviously very careful and restrained, and the medicine he used was from Ping Yizhi, so it shouldn't be too uncomfortable.

Dongfang lightly 'cough', took his hand, tilted his head and smiled: "It's nothing. What did you do, let's eat first, I'm a little hungry."

"Okay," as long as people have nothing to do, Mo Wuming first filled a bowl of fragrant red dates and red bean porridge, and handed it to him, "Drink some porridge first, and eat some warm food."

"Did you already know the abnormality of my body?"

The sudden voice made Mo Wuming froze, he raised his eyes to look at the indifferent Dongfang, and was speechless for a moment.After a while, Fang slowly chewed the soup dumpling in his mouth, and nodded cautiously: "Ah, um."

He quickly swallowed the food in his mouth and explained: "I didn't want to tell you, no, I didn't think about how to tell you. That is, we have known each other for so long and are still so close, I, I knew it. I wanted to wait You took the initiative to say that you were worried about hurting you, but it was not, anyway..."

"You understand what I mean, don't you?" He opened his eyes wide and looked for Dongfang's slight expression. He didn't think there was anything wrong with him at first, but he seemed guilty with such nonsense words.

He looked at Dongfang, who was neither happy nor angry, and had no expression, feeling inexplicably disturbed, and the buns were not delicious.Don't just focus on eating, but say something!

"En." Dongfang nodded to the anxious Mo Wuming.Instead of being angry, he breathed a sigh of relief. Since it had been so long, he believed that Mo Wuming would never hate him.

Glancing at Mo Wuming, who looked more and more pitiful, he was drinking porridge expressionlessly, his back hurts, and he didn't want to talk.

The newlyweds were supposed to be sweet and sticky, but it was a pity that they were rejected after only half a month.Mo Wuming was sitting by the lake, leaning on his chin, catching fish one after another.His dearest leader, with unrelenting ambition, is pointing out the country in the Mingcheng Hall, bossing around.

With a serious expression, coupled with a cold temperament, that person sat on the main seat so arrogantly that he looked so arrogant, every time he saw it, his heart was moved.

It's a pity that he doesn't see much, there is no forbidden place on Heimuya that he can't go to, but his martial arts are not enough in front of Dongfang.Every time he sneaked into the hall from behind, before he could appreciate enough, this man quickly sent everyone away to stay with him.

It was a sweet trouble, Mo Wuming chuckled.The autumn wind was rustling, half-yellow and not green leaves were falling on the lake, and small fish of unknown species jumped out of the water, and the ripples that melted were superimposed and extended.

He put down the fishing rod, tapped his thigh lightly with his fingers, and thought slowly, he could almost turn Dongfang out.Xiaoao Jianghu should be willful, he still can't figure out that only one exercise can make people look like that?

The paper man in his memory was so neither human nor demon, and was ridiculed and despised by others, Mo Wuming thought that was the reason why he completely lost himself.

The East in front of him is obviously proud, willful, and even indifferent in his bones.He had seen a person who was so frightened by Dongfang's eyes that he became incontinent, and he had also bumped into bloodstains on the ground that had not been cleaned in time, leaving behind bloodstains where the human body had been dragged.

Although Dongfang is not so concerned about educational affairs now, and is often impatient, he has no aversion to the idea of ​​​​retiring from the world.

It's just this temper... Mo Wuming paused, his eyes complicated.From time to time, Dongfang wished that he was a woman, and every now and then, he would extremely loathe his male body, and hated why he was not born as a woman.

Warm and soft as water, with a strong fragrance, the daughter is the apex of the heavenly mountain snow lotus, how can this smelly and hard man's body compare.

Mo Wuming supported his forehead, although he was not soft enough, but more fragrant and more beautiful.His skin was as silky as rose petals, and the hidden power made his skin firmer and more flexible, so there was no need to compare it with his daughter's.

He sighed, the Sunflower Book of the East is a fragmented volume, and it has not yet broken through the third level, but according to this trend, it is only a matter of time before it breaks through.It is impossible for him to hinder his practice, nor can he stop his desire to become a woman.

His eyes deepened, and he fixedly looked at his own reflection on the lake.Perhaps all he can do is to always respect the other party and give the other party enough sense of security.

But he can still struggle, and his daughters have different appearances. He must always establish a correct view of daughters for Dongfang, so as not to regard the big women with three obediences and four virtues as a role model.

The reflection on the water surface showed a vague smile, which was pierced by wild fish, and then disappeared again. The arc of the corner of the mouth was like a flashing illusion.

Just as he was thinking about it, there were deliberately heavy footsteps behind him, Mo Wuming turned his head, and the maid in the green skirt bowed to him lightly.

"Master Mo, Director Yang is looking for you."

Disgust welled up in his eyes and disappeared in the blink of an eye.He shook his head slightly, this Yang Lianting was not that Yang Lianting, but he still couldn't control his anger.

The maid in the green skirt was slightly surprised, the young master doesn't want to see you?She was ready to back down with a wink: "The servant girl will reject that servant."

"No, let him in."

Mo Wuming got up and walked to the gazebo, a sturdy figure trotted over, no matter how rough and oily he looked.

He listened to the chatter with a blank face, and his anger grew stronger and stronger.It's so unreliable, such a person will lose himself, and a big woman who walks, sits and sleeps and flaunts a luxurious family, all depends on the person next to her pillow.

There was a loud 'bang', Yang Lianting trembled, and immediately became cautious, he probably didn't say anything to offend Mr. Mo, right?The feedback was all about teaching the Bank of China money shop. After the main altar issued rectification measures, the sub-altar's business improved, and this season's offerings increased by half a third-grade warehouse.

There are also many fresh and high-quality fabrics and furs, rare treasures, and he hurried over as soon as the items arrived.He secretly looked at Mr. Mo's expression, how could he not show his hospitality to the horse's hoof?

Mo Wuming closed his eyes, rubbed his forehead, opened them again, and said flatly, "Register the details as usual, and you can go down." These are all from the East. If he uses the things in the warehouse, he can take them as he pleases. , do you need Baba's private collection?

After watching people go with a wooden face, he glanced at his mouth and shook his hands. He slapped the stone table with too much force just now, and his hands hurt.

"what happened?"

Qing Lingling's voice was slightly gentle, Mo Wuming turned his head, and the man stood behind him, making gestures to rub his hands for him.

"It's okay, I accidentally knocked on it, you really don't make a sound when you walk." He stretched out his hand and pulled the person closer. It should have been a while since the person had finished discussing, and his clothes had been changed into light and elegant gauze.

"It's you who are in a daze." Dongfang frowned, sat in his arms, grabbed the hand that was going to massage him, and gently kneaded it.This person is so stingy in using martial arts, so he doesn't care about using internal energy to relieve him.

Yan Ruyu, unparalleled in the world, nodding her head and drooping her eyes, is handsome and gentle.Mo Wuming grinned and narrowed his eyes. This is the feeling of having a daughter-in-law hurt, so sweet.The pain in his hand has long since disappeared, but he still hasn't taken it back, feeling very comfortable in his heart.

Dongfang noticed the man's wry smile, it was inexplicably funny, he lightly raised his hand to cover the kissing lips.The lips kissed between his fingers were soft and warm, and he squeezed Wuming's lips with his two fingers together, and the rounded and flattened lips matched with this person's expression, it was so funny.

"Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow " lip is pinched unexpectedly , sees the cunning in his pupils gliding , Mo Wuming winks eyebrows and puffs cheeks as the shape of lips changes , " Kiss~"

Dongfang smiled and bent his eyebrows, shedding all his defenses and calculations, and the pure and holy beauty was reflected under the slender eyelashes.He imprinted "baji" on his still pouting lips, stood up immediately, and slid two feet away in an instant.

He waved to Mo Wuming: "Let's go, don't you attach the most importance to drinking regularly, go to eat, it's already late today."

Fine……

Dongfang has been a little busy recently, and after a while, they will go down the cliff and wander around.According to Mo Wuming's thinking, he wanted to go all over the world, and he would not return for many years, so he had to make more appropriate arrangements.

Mo Wuming has recently become a salted fish, enjoying his leisure and doing nothing.Dongfang didn't know where he was busy, and he didn't get involved, just strolling on the cliff alone.

He is a well-behaved leader's husband, even if someone doesn't like him, he dare not provoke him.As soon as he walked out of the leader's mansion, he planned to look for Tong Baixiong, so he took it as an early farewell.

Just after turning a corner, he was suddenly stopped by someone. He frowned and looked at the person in front of him, his eyes slipping away impatiently.

"Mr. Mo, Mrs. Ru wants to meet you." Yang Lianting was entrusted by others, and Mr. Mo was gentle and easy-going, so he didn't refuse.

Mo Wuming was stunned: "Like Madam?"

"That's right." Yang Lianting looked at his face and chose his words carefully, "It's just a poor girl who wants to ask you for a favor to let them go home."

This is an oriental woman? !It suddenly occurred to him that that man had a concubine in front of his palace.He had never heard of it, never seen it, and never thought of it.

It's no wonder Dongfang, let alone those women who can't even control their own destiny.But he was still unhappy and felt uncomfortable, and didn't want to get involved in this matter.

The corners of his mouth were flattened, and his usual gentle and harmless smile was withdrawn. He refused expressionlessly: "You should talk to Dongfang. If there is nothing else, I still have something to do, so let's go ahead."

"Mr. Mo, Mr. Mo, you should do your best. You are now the most important person in the leader's heart. If you are remembered by the leader, how can those women be safe? Please go and meet them. A safe future."

Yang Lianting begged bitterly, after all, he had already accepted the gifts from his wives, if he couldn't do it, if it was publicized, the leader would not make him feel better.

He cautiously tried to persuade Mo Wuming, not daring to mention that they were the wives of the leader, and that Mrs. Ru and the leader were the eldest wives who accompanied him when they were young.

"Mr. Mo, only you can give them a way out."

Mo Wuming lowered his eyes, remained silent for a moment, and said, "Lead the way."