[Wearing the Book] The villain tyrant wants to spoil me

Ji Yue faintly felt dizzy.

Why, obviously Lian Huan has already left, but the sweet and greasy aroma on his body is still sticking to the tip of his nose, and won't leave for a long time.This scent made the man uncontrollably more irritable, his gauze-wrapped chest rose and fell violently, his thin lips were tightly pressed, his eyes were flushed, and a thin layer of sweat oozed from his forehead.

He blinked vigorously, and the things in front of him began to blur...

"Huan'er, Huan'er..." The man's bloodless thin lips moved, and he murmured two words unconsciously.He had never wished that boy by his side like this moment.

In a daze, he seemed to really see a young man in red coming to him, and softly called him "Your Majesty."

"Huan'er?" The man opened his red eyes wide, trying to see the face of the person in front of him clearly.

"Your Majesty, this concubine shouldn't have said those things to you this morning," the young man frowned, his voice still as clear and pleasant as ever: "This concubine knows that your majesty did all this for the benefit of my concubine."

As the young man said, he leaned over and leaned into the man's arms, and fondled the bloody gauze with compassion: "I know that this injury was also suffered by Your Majesty for my wife..."

The man froze.

The young man put his arms on his shoulders, with a pitiful expression: "Your Majesty, this concubine misses you so much these days."

Arms tightened, and the man whispered a low and slightly hoarse voice beside his ears: "Huan'er, I miss you too..."

Mo Yihuan ran all the way to the door of the bedroom, but was stopped by the guards at the door.

"My lord, you can't go in now." The guard was stern and selfless.

Mo Yihuan: "...how about you inform me?"

The guard showed a distressed look on his face: "Your Majesty has ordered, no one will be seen if anyone asks to see him!"

Mo Yihuan felt disappointed for a while, turned around and wanted to leave discouraged.

But at this moment, a voice escaped from the half-covered window of the bedroom.

"Oh, Your Majesty, don't be in such a hurry..."

This sound is simply sweet and greasy.

Hearing the sound, Mo Yihuan froze in place as if struck by lightning.

... This voice is Lianhuan.

What is the meaning contained in this voice, Mo Yihuan is very familiar with it.Because he had made a similar sound in the apse where Song Zheji was receiving the banquet.

Lianhuan, he is actually in Ji Yue's bedroom?

What are the two of them doing, is it...

Depend on!

Rely on!

Mo Yihuan almost lost all his sanity in an instant, he didn't even have time to think about it, his body was already a step ahead of his brain, and he didn't know where the strength came from, pushing the tall guard who was blocking the door staggeringly, He raised his leg and rushed inside.

Song Zheji on the side hurriedly said: "Mr. Mo!"

He wanted to stretch out his hand to hold the young man, but the young man with red eyes and panting like a calf who saw the red cloth broke away violently. He could only grit his teeth and followed quickly.

Mo Yihuan kicked the door open with a "bang".

On a couch behind layers of gauze curtains, under the cover of the quilt, the green silk is intertwined, vivid and fragrant.

A roar that almost knocked off the roof suddenly came out from the bedroom:

"Ji Yue, am I pretty!!!"

Seeing that the boy rolled up his sleeves, he was about to rush forward like an enraged little beast.Song Zheji hurriedly hugged his waist from behind, and persuaded him earnestly: "Mr. Mo, calm down!"

The guards who arrived afterward hurriedly grabbed Mo Yihuan, trying to drag him out.Mo Yihuan's eyes were almost red, and he was dragged out of the door under his indiscriminate bombardment of "Ji Yue, you bastard..." the whole time.

The door was closed heavily, and Mo Yihuan was thrown out of the bedroom just like that.

Next to him, Song Zheji had a hesitant expression on his face.

"Mr. Mo, the way you looked just now... is really a bit..."

Before he finished speaking, the boy turned his head, panting heavily, and glanced at him with red eyes, as if he was about to eat him.

Song Zheji involuntarily fell silent.

He tightened his fingers holding a handkerchief behind his back, which he was planning to use to comfort the boy and wipe his tears, but now it seems...

It seems to be useless.

...Why did things seem a little different from what he thought?

Mo Yihuan turned his gaze back to the direction of the bedroom behind him, and remained motionless.

Seeing that he seemed to have calmed down a bit, Song Zheji said after deliberating, "Mr. Mo, in fact, as your Majesty is the king of a country, such things are normal..."

The boy's chest rose and fell faintly, but he still clenched his teeth and said nothing.

Song Zheji lowered his eyes, and asked softly, pretending to be careless: "Mr. Mo, can't you accept such a thing?"

There was a long silence.

Song Zheji paused, and said solemnly: "Actually, I always thought that you should only drink one scoop of three thousand weak waters. If you really like someone, you should be consistent..."

The boy finally withdrew his gaze, lowered his head, took a deep breath, and slowly uttered a word between slightly trembling red lips.

"Gan."

Song Zheji froze, he didn't understand the meaning of this strangely pronounced word.He stretched out his hand calmly, and put it lightly on the young man's shoulder casually: "Tonight, my dark guard will come to pick me up and go back to the country..."

Mo Yihuan: "I understand."

Song Zheji was startled: "What?"

Mo Yihuan turned around and strode towards the bedroom. Song Zheji's hand was thrown off, and he hurriedly chased after him a few steps: "Mr. Mo, what are you going back for?"

Mo Yihuan didn't stop taking a step, panting, "Ask for things that you don't understand, and if you don't understand, there will be misunderstandings. Didn't you tell me this?"

Song Zheji: "..."

Mo Yihuan catapulted off with a [-]-meter run-up and then broke through the guards' obstruction. He rushed to the door like a whirlwind, leaving Song Zheji who followed behind to stand outside the bedroom with a complicated expression on his face.

Pushing aside the layers of curtains, seeing the man in red lying on the man's chest, Mo Yihuan was out of breath, grabbed his collar and dragged him up.

Lianhuan didn't seem to have expected that the boy would come back again, and was caught off guard and pulled aside.Mo Yihuan was about to question aggressively, but the man on the couch looked at him with open eyes, and murmured, "Huan'er!"

Seeing the man's blurred eyes and flushed face, Mo Yihuan instantly understood.

He turned to Lian Huan, who had a gloomy face, and said angrily, "Are you fucking playful?"

Before the words were finished, several guards rushed in from the door, trying to repeat the same mistakes and drag the boy out again.Lian Huan smiled from the side: "Young Master Mo, don't be too sentimental, how do you know that the 'Huan'er' that His Majesty said is not a slave?"

Looking at his mocking face, Mo Yihuan became even more angry.

Which 'Huan'er' did Ji Yue call out? Didn't he have an ACD number in mind?Are people really shameless and invincible?

Mo Yihuan took a deep breath, let himself calm down a little, and said to the guard who was pulling him: "You let go of me first, why don't you let me ask Your Majesty, which 'Huan'er' does he want to stay behind?" !"

The guards hesitated a little, Mo Yihuan took the opportunity to break away from them and made it to Ji Yue's collapse.

"Your Majesty, what is the full name of 'Huan'er'?"

But the man seemed to have never heard of it. He leaned over like a large dog begging for food, staring at him eagerly with a pair of black phoenix eyes, and restlessly climbed his arms around his waist: "Huan'er!"

Lian Huan sneered at the side: "Young Master Mo, what else do you want to ask? You are obviously motivated by jealousy, so you come here to create something out of nothing and provoke trouble!"

Mo Yihuan didn't want to talk to him at all, he broke away from the man's arms, took a cup of cold tea from the table beside him, and poured it down the top of the man's head.

For a moment, everyone present was stunned.

Mo Yihuan threw away his teacup and said with a smile, "Who is 'Huan'er'?"

The man seemed to be a little dazed, his eyes still full of mist.Mo Yihuan kept on doing nothing, pulled the man's collar, and slapped him both left and right.

"Pa, pa" two crisp voices echoed in the room, not only the expressions of the two guards changed, even Lian Huan gasped.

Mo Yihuan was still smiling: "Your Majesty, who is 'Huan'er'?"

After these two slaps, Ji Yue's bewildered eyes finally regained some clarity. He frowned slightly, closed his eyes vigorously, and opened them again, as if he was trying to recognize the situation in front of him, and said with difficulty: "Mo Yihuan, how dare you..."

"Hey, Your Majesty!" Mo Yihuan immediately followed the name called by the man. He glanced at Lianhuan provocatively, leaned over and sat in the man's arms, and said softly: "That's right, it's my concubine, my lord." My concubine came to see you."

This sitting seemed to take away some of the rationality that the man had recovered with great difficulty.He took the young man into his arms like a stream of kindness, and shouted foolishly: "Huan'er..."

Lianhuan's eyes widened: "You!"

Mo Yihuan looked at him quietly: "If I were you, I would have traveled as far as I could. You want to see, if His Majesty is awake and knows what you did to him..."

Mo Yihuan deliberately did not continue.Lianhuan's long and narrow eyes shone with resentment, he pursed his lips tightly, turned around and left.

In the room, there were only a few guards staring at each other for a moment.

Mo Yihuan: "Do you want to continue watching?"

The guards who had been dumbfounded left one after another as if waking up from a dream.

Seeing that everyone in the room had left, Mo Yihuan's expression immediately turned cold.After much effort, he finally pushed away the man who was wrapped around him like an octopus, and carefully checked up and down.

Fortunately, the man only had his shirt open, and there were no strange marks on his body.

Mo Yihuan rolled his eyes, and his eyes fell on the man's thin lips again, and said fiercely: "Say! Did you kiss him? Did you kiss him?"