The naive female CEO mistook her husband again

Because of this sentence, Hua Jing barely moved all the way, even breathing very carefully, for fear of getting angry if she shouldn't.

"arrive."

Mo Fusang's voice came from above her head, and Hua Jing's body also landed firmly on the ground, and only when she stepped on the ground did she regain her senses.

"How long will you stay in my arms?"

Mo Fusang's extremely teasing voice filled Hua Jing's ears, causing her to back away again and again, but when she heard him laughing lowly, she couldn't help but feel that she was being taken advantage of, why was she still being beaten up?
She took a step forward, pouted her red lips, stepped on Mo Fusang's shoe, and crushed his shoe with her toe.

"Nonsense, you clearly took advantage of me!"

Huajing has to fight for not steaming steamed buns, she has to let this ignorant person know that she is not easy to mess with!
"Okay, I took advantage of you."

Mo Fusang laughed even harder, his eyes narrowed into crescent moons.

Anyway, he doesn't suffer.

Zheng Huan stepped on Hua Jing, but suddenly felt her feet move, and when she realized Mo Fusang's plan, her mouth was already icy cold.

The cold and wanton tossing, she stretched out her hand to push, but was held by a big hand again, and the big hand pulled hard, and she fell into the firm embrace uncontrollably.

The space in her whole body was squeezed out, there was a cold and strange breath on her face and lips, and there was even a warmth that curled her lips.

She took the opportunity to open her lips, wanting to bite the intruder, but never wanted to be taken in.

Mo Fusang was ecstatic, and took this opportunity to launch a fierce attack. He was very rusty, making his two pairs of hard teeth creak and fight, which made his lips hurt.

But his heart was hot, and he felt a warm current that he had never felt before.

The sky was dark and dizzy, making Hua Jing irresistible, even a little obsessed.

Fortunately, the cool breeze was sober, blowing away the enthusiasm the two had ignited, and made Mo Fusang gradually calm down, leaving a lingering brand on those thin lips.

"You rascal."

Finally, the teeth around his lips loosened, and Huajing was able to breathe a little, so he scolded Mo Fusang in an intermittent and extremely weak voice.

The voice was scolding, but rather shyness at the beginning of love.

It was the first time Mo Fusang felt that cursing was so cool!
He thoughtfully lifted the flower mirror up, and just now his action had almost pressed her to the ground, and he put his hands on her back to cushion her, so he dared to support her hard.

Her waist was very thin, less than half of its length leaning against his arm, which made him always feel that the waist would either be broken the next moment, or it would definitely slip off.

So he tried his best to hook his arms into an arc, so that her waist could be firmly supported.

After straightening up, Hua Jing hurriedly backed away, three or four steps away from Mo Fusang.

Mo Fusang wasn't annoyed either, he understood how petty women are.

If you can't control it too tightly, it will backfire.

So he kept silent, looked at Huajing and stomped into the inn.

The wind at night is cool, but his body is extremely hot.

After confirming that Huajing had entered the inn, Mo Fusang waved his sleeves and flew across the night sky to Naihetian.

The way Mo Fusang landed was very unique, not at the main entrance or the side door, but by smashing a hole in the roof.

All the bricks and tiles fell, but none of them touched his skirt.

The room Mo Fusang came to was the one where the mirror was opened before, and when he left, the old mother had been waiting here for a long time.

She seemed to be accustomed to Mo Fusang's way of appearing on the stage, or maybe she was surprised but didn't dare to say anything. In short, the old mother's face was very calm.

At this moment, she looked very much like an ordinary old woman, not Nai Hetian's leader. Although her face was still heavily made up, her eyes were less seductive.

"Master Palace Master!"

As soon as Mo Fusang sat on the bed and straightened his robe, the old mother knelt down in front of him with a plop, her head almost touching the ground, and whispered.

"Get up."

Mo Fusang said very casually.

The old mother's face remained serious, even though Mo Fusang's tone was considered peaceful, compared to when he was the happiest today, the old mother still did not show any disrespect.

It seemed that sitting in front of her was a supreme god who could not be careless.

"Why is she here?"

The old mother is very smart, so she naturally knows who the master is talking about.

"My lord, I saw her on the street. When I saw your fan in her hand, I invited her in. Only after seeing her did I realize that she was a girl disguised as a woman. What is she from? ah?"

Hearing the fan, Mo Fusang's mood improved a bit, it's rare that the girl didn't lose her things, and she still carried her with her, she was so tired.

It seems that he really likes what he sent.

The old mother saw the obvious smile on Mo Fusang's face, like a peach blossom blooming, and she understood that she was just doing love affairs between men and women, and she couldn't be more sensitive to such things.

It seems that the palace lord, who is like a stone, can't stand the girl who is as gentle as water.

But looking at that girl, she is not a gentle person, which is really strange.

"If you don't mention it, I almost forgot."

Mo Fusang's smile suddenly turned cold, he was completely immersed in the gentleness, and completely forgot that the identity of his relative was still unknown.

Thinking about it now, he kissed her but she didn't hide, which was even more suspicious. If someone with evil intentions came to approach him as a flower mirror to achieve some purpose, then the real flower mirror might be in jeopardy.

"I have something to do, I'll be back later."

Mo Fusang impatiently passed through the hole, but the shadow of Youfei was nowhere to be seen.

The old mother was puzzled, but she still didn't continue to speculate. She, a slave, should not care about the master's affairs.

Hua Jing returns to the inn, exhausted, but sees that Hua Yi is missing among the brothers, and hurriedly sends Hua Er to look for it.

And let Mu Muyang go to bed quickly. Seeing that his sister was not in good spirits, Mu Muyang originally wanted to rely on her to sleep with her, but now he can only return to the room with his mouth pouting and the rabbit in his arms.

Huajing asked the waiter to boil a bucket of water, planning to take a bath and relax.

In the closed room, the wooden barrel was filled with steaming hot water, and the white water mist made the air in the room stuffy.

Just as Huajing was about to unbutton it, she heard a slap and a thump from the roof.

In an instant, her body was thoroughly slapped by the water waves from that sound, and water was dripping all over her body.

"puff."

Huajing wiped the water off his face and spit out the water poured into his mouth.

Mo Fusang was even worse.He just jumped off the roof habitually, but unexpectedly there was a big bucket under it, his whole body was filled with water, and he was soaked in the broken pieces of wood.

His long hair was draped wetly around his body, making him look in a mess.

"Mo, Fu, Sang!"

When Hua Jing saw the appearance of the person in front of her, she was furious, and was about to wave her hand to hit her, but a big hand grabbed her wrist, the big hand was so hard that it instantly pinched her flesh so painfully.

"what"

How could Huajing's delicate skin and tender flesh withstand such torture, she let out a soft breath, but the pain did not ease with her shouting, on the contrary, it became a little bit worse.

"It hurts me to death, Mo Fusang!"

Hua Jing's voice was filled with tears, her water-stained eyes were full of mist, but she saw that something was wrong with Mo Fusang, it was clear that the eyes that were gentle and tender only half a quarter of an hour ago were now cold and hostile.

If it wasn't for this face that couldn't be copied, she would have suspected that Mo Fusang was possessed.

Mo Fusang was not unresponsive, at the moment when Huajing was crying out in pain, his hand let go uncontrollably, but when he thought that the woman in front of him might be the murderer who hurt Huajing, his heart hardened a bit .

"who are you?"

Mo Fusang held his thin wrist, and approached step by step, Hua Jing also retreated as he approached, and was soon forced to retreat, with a narrow corner behind him, eyes like beasts in front of him.

She suddenly had a trace of fear, and she could clearly see the killing intent in her eyes. Could it be that she was about to be discovered and died here?

But why did Mo Fusang know about her reincarnation replacement, and that the original owner was indeed dead. .

"I, I don't understand what you're saying."

Now that things are up to now, Hua Jing can only refuse to admit it, and cheat first, how much Mo Fusang knows.

Her flustered eyes were full of fear, which made people feel distressed. Mo Fusang quickly lowered his head and took a deep breath to avoid being seduced by those eyes.

Hua Jing noticed his subtle behavior, and was secretly happy, it seems that he still has a bit of humanity.

But before she was happy for too long, another burst of pain came from her wrist, and she seemed to hear the sound of bones rubbing against each other.

This time she bit her lip and forcibly endured it, feeling desolate in her heart.

"Oh, is this a man? Just now he was gentle and affectionate, but now he turns his face and denies anyone. If you are like this now, why did you kiss me just now!"

The more Hua Jing spoke, the more excited she became, her chest was heaving and falling, her breath was extremely unstable, and tears were swirling in her eyes, as if they were about to burst out in the next moment.

Facing Huajing's questioning, Mo Fusang panicked, his peripheral vision also turned to the bruised wrist that was being held by him, Mo Dexin tugged, and let go of his hand.

"If you don't tell me, let me tell you, the third princess, Huajing, should have been sent to Fuyu Kingdom a few days ago, and now she should be the concubine of Prince Wen Luohan, and you, Huajing, why did you appear?" Here? Who are you, why are you pretending to be her, and what is the purpose of approaching me!"

Although Mo Fusang let go, his tone and eyes were still aggressive, like a sharp sword, piercing Hua Jing's frightened heart word by word.

Although Hua Jing was flustered, he was also relieved. It turned out that he doubted himself because of this.

Sighing, he said calmly: "Believe it or not, I am the real Hua Jing, and now the princess is my elder sister, Hualien, I don't want to marry someone I have never met, and my elder sister, she I have liked the prince for a long time, so I might as well fulfill her, and I also fulfill myself."

Huajing said sadly, her words were full of sighs for fate, her eyes watched Mo Fusang's expression from time to time, his expression was slightly moved, as if he was thinking about whether her words were right or wrong.

Huajing took the opportunity to taunt again: "You said just now that I approached you purposefully, then I have to settle the score. Whose carriage almost hurt my brother on the street, and who is openly molesting me? What the hell am I going to do?" And who followed me, could it be that I knew you were there beforehand? And at the entrance of the inn"