The Fantasy Boss is Weak and Helpless After Crossing

Because she was afraid that Ji Yu would be swept away by Mo Yu if she was impulsive again, Tang Jiuge finally decided not to reply to Ji Yu's news. After the end, the mood will definitely calm down slowly, and there will be no rush.

Tang Jiuge spent all the morning theory class peacefully, because her mental strength could not be greatly mobilized. In the afternoon, the law department's magic skills class Lei Di and the principal both put her on leave and asked her to go back to rest.

Tang Jiuge couldn't do anything, and couldn't practice hard, otherwise, it would be her who would suffer more damage than her mental strength.

Really boring, Tang Jiuge plans to go to Mo Xuan and ask him to give her a martial arts class in private.

Tang Jiuge ran to the teacher's dormitory in a flash, and just as he was about to enter the door, he heard the sound of "swoosh" coming from the back garden of the small villa.

Sounds like someone is practicing martial arts.

After turning around, Tang Jiuge walked towards the back garden.

At this time, it was the afternoon, and the sun was shining brightly. As soon as Tang Jiuge walked around the corner of the house, a sharp light stinged his eyes.

She stretched out her hand to block it, feeling that the light flashed for a moment and then moved past before putting down her hands.

Unexpectedly, just after opening his eyes, Tang Jiuge felt that his eyes were dazzled again.

The iceberg roses in the garden bloomed enthusiastically, and when the sword wind swept across, the snow-like white petals swayed gently.

Under the blue sky, Mo Jue was dancing with a gorgeous cross sword in his hand.

The sound of breaking through the air kept coming, the young man was not wearing an inch of upper body, his expression was focused, his tight and perfect muscle lines changed with his movements, and every move and every move carried an unstoppable momentum like a long wind and waves.

His black hair arced in the wind, fine beads of sweat splattered in the air, and sparkled in the sunlight.

The blue sky, the white roses, the black-haired boy dancing the sword, the warm romance and the fierceness are intertwined into a painting.

Tang Jiuge opened her eyes wide and her lips slightly opened, only to feel that everything in front of her was full of visual impact.

After an unknown amount of time, Mo Xuan closed his eyes and walked towards Tang Jiuge.

"Why didn't you go to class?" Mo Xuan raised his eyebrows slightly, and pulled up the sweaty hair on his forehead, his expression was cool and sultry without knowing it.

Tang Jiuge came back to her senses, looking at his movements and seductive figure, she couldn't help licking her lips and swallowing her saliva.

"I can't use my mental strength in this afternoon's class, so I want to come to see Uncle, ah!" Tang Jiuge exclaimed, not avoiding Mo Xuan's fingers that flicked her head, she squatted on the ground, clutching her forehead, extremely aggrieved. "Wow! People are here to find you to open a small stove..."

"Open a small stove?" Mo Xuan reached out and lifted her up, his eyes met hers, "Which way?"

"Martial arts class." Tang Jiuge replied, looking down at the sword on Mo Xuan's waist, his eyes lit up, "Is this your weapon? Can I take a look?"

Mo Xuan nodded and handed the sword to her.

Tang Jiuge held the sword carefully, her fingers lightly stroked the icy-white body and the ornately decorated hilt, and sighed, "It's so beautiful..."

And with her uh... and Mo Xuan's temperament, it's a good match.

However, Tang Jiuge didn't dare to read and touch more.

She heard that for the war-type power user, her weapon is like a wife, and she has to meditate and maintain it every day, constantly forging and upgrading for her. of.

So when Tang Jiuge had seen enough, she quickly raised the sword and returned it to Mo Xuan, her eyes were slightly curved, and her voice was sweet, "To your wife~"

"..." Mo Xuan glanced at Tang Jiuge, took the sword speechlessly and retracted the space ring.

Tang Jiuge watched the sword disappear greedily, thinking that she couldn't help but sigh, "Alas...I don't know when I will be able to have a wife..."

This sounded a bit awkward, and Mo Xuan couldn't stand it, so he grabbed her back and tie and led her into the house, "Don't talk nonsense, you can never have a wife in your life."

Unexpectedly, Tang Jiuge's train of thought went astray, and nodded in agreement: "You are right, my weapon should be called my husband."

There was another crisp head sound in the air, followed by Mo Xun's slightly angry tone, "Enough! Weapons are weapons! You can name them, but don't shout!"

"Oh... I see..." Tang Jiuge pursed her lips in grievance, and there were faint tears in the corners of her eyes.

Why does her forehead always hurt! ?

——

There was a faint sound of water coming from the bathroom, and Tang Jiuge was dragged to Mo Xuan's bedroom to wait for him.

Tang Jiuge looked at her forehead in the fitting mirror, her eyes were resentful, and there was indeed a red spot.

After a while, Mo Xun must apologize to her for treatment!

With a "swipe", the door to the bathroom opened, Tang Jiuge immediately ran over when she heard the sound, and rushed straight to Mo Xuan angrily.

However, before she could protest and complain to him, Mo Xuan reflexively restrained her when he saw a mass of unknown objects rushing towards him.

"Uncle, let me go!" Tang Jiuge twisted, her face flushed with anger. She was so aggrieved that she couldn't let her anger out, and she was imprisoned like a prisoner.

At this time, Mo Xuan also clearly saw that it was Tang Jiuge, but when he heard her name, he frowned in displeasure, "What do you call me?"

"Uncle!" Tang Jiuge just wanted to be angry with Moxuan at this moment, he didn't want to be called by her, so how could he keep getting punched because of this, and what else could not be called.

Mo Xuan's eyes turned cold, and he reached out and threw Tang Jiuge onto the bed.

Tang Jiuge immediately rolled over and sat up. Just as she was about to jump out of bed, she was blocked by Mo Xuan, and then a shadow fell on her head, and her face was pinched by a big hand.

"Tang Jiuge, let me stress it again, you can only call me by my name in the future." Mo Xuan looked directly at her, his cold eyes were calm, and the bottom of his eyes was dark.

Tang Jiuge was stunned when he touched his extremely serious eyes, but calmed down and became less angry.

Biting her lower lip, she turned her head and puffed out a bit of grievance, "But I'm used to it, and I can't change it for a while, you still play me, and the more you play, the more addicted it becomes, it hurts... my forehead is full of pain. famous."

Mo Xuan glanced at the red mark on her forehead, knowing that he had accidentally struck hard, turned her head and reached out to rub her, with a soft tone, "I'm sorry."

Tang Jiuge felt the temperature of his fingertips and looked up at him.

The young man is still so good-looking, but his always indifferent expression has a softness that is different from the past, and the corners of his mouth are hooked with an imperceptible arc.

A white light flashed, and the afterglow shone through Tang Jiuge's eyes, and the boy seemed to be wearing a soft light.

Mo Xuan was still rubbing, thinking about countermeasures in his mind.

It's not a solution to always hit her on the head, otherwise she will be afraid of hating him in the future.

"Well, I'll give you a reward as long as you call it right all day long, how about that?" Mo Xuan thought that this should be good, took her hand away, and squeezed her tender face, "Do you want What reward?"

"What reward?" Tang Jiuge blinked, distracted by the question, and didn't care that her face was pinched, and began to think.

It's just that she doesn't seem to want anything in particular, and she can't open up about this kind of reward that may be given every day.

At this moment, a drop of water slipped from Mo Xuan's wet hair and hit Tang Jiuge's cheek.

Tang Jiuge lowered her eyes, reached out and touched her cheek—moist, slightly cool.

She suddenly remembered something, and her cheeks flushed.

only……

She raised her eyes and looked at Mo Xuan, who was patiently waiting for her answer, and swept across his beautifully shaped lips, frantically agitating what she thought in her heart, clamoring for her to bring it up boldly.

Tang Jiuge lowered her head, her long eyelashes concealed the shy water in her eyes. She blushed and grabbed Mo Xun's clothes in front of her, her voice soft and soft with an almost inaudible trembling.

"But, can I have a kiss..."