Wang Ye is a Demon

After spending some time with Junli, Huoyuan has become more dependent on Junli. Seeing Junli from a long distance, he will happily rush towards Junli.

"Huh?" Huo Yuan looked at Jun Li blankly, "Try the dishes made by Brother Jian Chen?"

Huo Yuan talked, but the hand that was wrapped around Jun Li never let go, just like Jun Li's hand pendant.

Before Jun left his mouth to say something, Huo Yuan spoke again: "When will Brother Jun Li cook for me?"

Huo Yuan said happily, and did not notice Mo Jianchen on the opposite side at all. At this moment, Mo Jianchen looked at the two people in front of him, put his hands on his chin, squinted his narrow eyes slightly, and looked in front of him with interest. Two of them.

Huo Yuan said Junli brother on the left and Junli brother on the right. Now the days are longer. Although Junli is used to it, but...every time the fire mandarin entangles him, his body will always She tightened involuntarily, and when her heart that was as still as still water started to thump up and down when she touched it.

It is like, and this kind of like, even he himself realized later.

His body temperature rose suddenly, Jun Li held back that feeling, and took a deep breath cautiously-how could this big human-shaped bird be so...sultry?

"Cough...I'll do it for you when I'm free..." Jun Li deliberately coughed slightly, his face fainted with a very faint blush, and he fainted as soon as the voice fell Feeling a pair of unspeakable eyes looking at them.

His gaze slowly moved away from Huo Yuan, and his clear eyes looked at Mo Jianchen in front of him. At this look, his heart was even more confused. How could he feel... embarrassing?

This was the first time Jun Li felt that Mo Jianchen was like a light bulb, the one with the highest wattage.

Looking at Mo Jianchen, Jun Liqiang squeezed out a stiff smile, while the fire mandarin who was wrapping his arm on the side didn't feel the slightest bit. In the cool autumn weather, holding Junli, really... . So comfortable!

When Mo Jianchen saw Jun Li squeeze a smile out of him, he also squeezed a smile to Jun Li: "So...when is Jun Li going to **** king's dishes?"

Although Mo Jianchen was smiling, he was not smiling. The two people in front of him seemed to be a bit tired of losing their teeth.

"Now... it's okay now!" Jun Li smiled and pushed away Huo Yuan's hand.

"Huoyuan, let's taste the dishes that Jian Chen made together." Jun Li said, picking up his chopsticks.

Huo Yuan also picked up the chopsticks: "Where are the dishes made by Brother Jian Chen?"

The fire mandarin seemed to automatically ignore the scorched dishes on the table, or to say... she didn't treat these on the table as dishes.

"It's right on this table." Jun Li said, and a slightly awkward smile appeared on that clean face involuntarily.

I'm sorry to tell the fire mandarin that this is the dish that the Eight Princes of Mexico made for us today.

"Isn't this... coal?" Huo Yuan looked at the dishes on the plate in front of him, as if he was a little petrified.

She speaks bluntly, but it seems that the surrounding temperature drops directly to freezing point.

When Huo Yuan said that, Jun Li's expression seemed to be even more rigid. In any case, the person in front of them is the eighth prince of Mo, no matter what, his status in this Mo state is still not small, Jun Li smiled awkwardly: "How can this be coal?"

"But this is obviously..."

Before the fire mandarin finished speaking, the small mouth was pinched by Jun Li's two slender fingers.

She was forced to pouted, but she wanted to say but couldn't. The clear eyes could not help but stare round because of the surprise, like a duck.

"That's how she...speaks straight, so don't take it to heart." Jun Li said, he forced an awkward and impolite smile.

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Looking at the appearance of the fire mandarin, Mo Jianchen couldn't help but smile, and a nice smile appeared on his handsome face: "It's okay."

He has been with the fire mandarin for some time, and he knows exactly what fire mandarin looks like.

Seeing that Mo Jianchen didn't take it to heart, Jun Li smiled relieved, and slowly put the hand on the mouth of the fire mandarin down, picked up the chopsticks again, and he didn't know what it should be. Dish of dishes.

After looking at it for a while, he finally decided to send it to Huo Yuan's mouth.

"Come on, taste the dishes made by your brother Jianchen." Jun Li said, with an unpredictable smile on his face.

Huo Yuan glanced at the dish that was handed to her. The color—scorched black, the fragrance—a burnt smell, and the taste—I was afraid that if you didn't taste it, you would know how bad it tasted.

Huo Yuan glanced at Jun Li, this man is a devil!

"Brother Junli..." Huo Yuan looked at the dish, and leaned back subconsciously, "You should eat first. You usually take care of me like this, so why am I embarrassed to eat first?"

Huo Yuan's body has been leaning back, and Jun Li seems to have also noticed it.

Suddenly, there was a warmth around her waist, and her big hand steadily held her waist, and then she slowly pushed forward, bringing her closer to the dish: "It's okay, you eat first."

Feeling that he was being pushed back slowly, the Huo Yuan was full of resistance, and he tried his best to leaned back: "Brother Junli, I'm just a bird. I don't eat this stuff. "

"Then why do you usually see you eat so much?"

"..." When the word fell, Huo Yuan was actually choked up for a while, "I don't want...!"

As soon as the voice fell, strands of golden-red silk thread wrapped around Huo Yuan's body. In the next second, Jun Li was no longer a flowery girl sitting beside him, but a clumsy and rounded girl. The... big bird.

Jun Li: "..."

Mo Jianchen: "..."

The atmosphere was so embarrassing, Jun Li glanced at Mo Jianchen, his eyes met, he forced a smile, and touched the soft feathers of the fire mandarin: "She won't eat, I will eat."

Mo Jianchen looked at Jun Li in front of him with a look of death, so he couldn't bear to raise his hand to stop his hand that was about to deliver food to his mouth: "I really don't want to eat, then don't eat."

Mo Jianchen also knew that the dishes he cooked were a bit horrible, and it seemed that it was a bit wrong to make it difficult for others.

"It's okay," Jun Li moved away from Mo Jianchen's hand. "Without suggestions, how can I make progress?"

Having said that, Jun Li stuffed the food into his mouth.

The mouth is full of burnt smell, the leaves are even a bit crispy, a strange smell fills the mouth, an indescribable taste, as if they are really chewing coal.

The smile slowly faded from the clean face, and his eyebrows gradually wrinkled together. He chewed twice, and finally swallowed the vegetable abruptly, and then immediately picked up the tea cup on the side, The water in the cup was drunk.

"How?" Looking at the expression, Mo Jianchen could guess a little.

"To be honest?" Jun Li looked at Mo Jianchen with some embarrassment.

"Ok."

"Do you really cook... a dish?"