Dark Beast Summoner

"Master, Madam's clothes are disheveled. Myolie thinks that many people are giving advice to Madam. For the sake of the reputation of the Hou Mansion, you should let Madam go in and wash up."

Xing'er and Mu Yuande whispered, and the words were full of worries about the reputation of the Hou Mansion.

She saw Wang's calculus, and her mission in the Hou's mansion was to make the Hou's house uneasy, and there was no chance for Wang's and others to get their way.

To make the muddy water in the Houfu pool even more turbid.

Therefore, she built her happiness on Wang's pain, and she refused to let Wang succeed what Wang wanted to do.

Mu Yuande looked at Wang Shi, Wang Shi was in a state of embarrassment, like a mad woman, and his brows furrowed fiercely.

"Wang's!"

Wang Shi was startled by Mu Yuande's sudden loudness, and when she turned around, she saw Xing'er in his arms smiling provocatively at her. She didn't have any cuteness before, she knew that this fox was just pretending!

"Master, get out of the way, I'm going to kill this little hoof today, she dares to laugh at me..."

"Snapped!"

With a crisp sound, the surroundings were all quiet, and people looked at Mu Yuande and Wang Shi.

I saw Wang's face covering her face in disbelief, and Mu Yuande was still angry, while Xing'er hid behind Mu Yuande in fear, the pear flowers were raining, and she was so pitiful.

Tsk tsk, there is a good show to watch!

It seems that the mistress is going to bully the side room, and then be taught by her own man.

However, this Wang family, at first glance, is a saucy, disheveled, does not look like a mistress, and the side room is not neatly tidy.

"Master, you actually hit me!" Wang Shi couldn't believe it, Mu Yuande had never done anything to her, but this time he hit her for a fox!

"Father!" Mu Ningxue was also stunned, her father was beating her mother outside! How does this make outsiders see it!

Mu Yuande regretted it as soon as he made a move. Wang Shi was his wife after all, so he shouldn't give her face like this in front of outsiders.

But as a man, it was impossible for him to apologize in front of so many people, so he snorted coldly and walked to the Hou residence.

"Mu Yuande, you are not allowed to leave. Today you will make it clear! If you don't make it clear, no one will pass the day!"

Wang hurriedly followed and asked Mu Yuande to give her an explanation! Mu Ningxue had no choice but to follow along.

Xing'er also followed quickly, she had to add more fire, and Mu Yuande couldn't make Mu Yuande feel guilty for Wang.

So only Mu Yuheng was left at the door.

The corners of his mouth twitched, and the elder sister was really clever, but with an extra Xing'er, the second room became a mess.

...

"My lord, the lady is still sleeping, do you want the servant to wake her up?" Sang Lan quickly said to Long Moshen when she saw the door was closed in the courtyard.

"No, you go down."

"Ah?..." Sang Lan raised her head sharply, but seeing Wang Ye's deep eyes, she said obediently, "Oh, then... the servant will go down first."

Miss, you can do it yourself, slaves can't help you.

After Sang Lan left, Long Moshen also waved back Long Yilong Er and two, and then pushed away Mu Wushuang's boudoir.

Mu Wushuang was sleeping soundly at the moment. She spent the whole night studying the poisonous blood of Uncle Huang in the space, which was equivalent to not sleeping for a few days, so she fell asleep and slept soundly.

When Long Moshen came in, the breeze just blew up the veil on the bed, revealing the graceful figure inside, wearing thin clothes in summer, the girl's sleeping posture was not honest, holding the pillow on her side, one leg resting on the quilt, her fair ankle Above is more delicate skin.

Spring is shining, and the room is full of beauty.

Looking at the undulating figure of the girl, Wan Nian Bingshan moved his throat, feeling that the man's instinct was gradually recovering.

He stroked the girl's delicate cheek with his hand. The girl's face was the size of his palm. He stroked it gently, but his deep eyes drifted to other places, and his hand moved down uncontrollably.

His eyes gradually darkened, and finally gradually turned into an attractive deep purple.

"Hmm~"

Mu Wushuang turned over and snorted softly.

She was so sleepy that she thought she was still in a dream, having a spring dream, and some rough fingers brushed lightly on her delicate skin, making her heart tremble.

Anyway, it's just a dream, reserved or something, it doesn't exist!

Long Moshen's big hand froze when she turned over, and a trace of guilt flashed in her deep eyes.

But when he found that the girl didn't wake up, and there was a look of enjoyment on his face, he made a sudden force on his hand, almost wanting to untie her crony and put it on top of her.

"It hurts~"

Mu Wushuang snorted again unconsciously, his brows furrowed.

"Double."

Long Moshen's hand moved up, gently smoothing her frown, murmuring her name.

Seeing that the girl's brows were stretched out and she continued to fall asleep, he reluctantly retracted his hand, and his emotional eyes gradually became clearer, but they were not as indifferent as usual, and the tenderness in his eyes never dissipated.

Gentleness is only for the one you love.

Others, in his eyes, were less important than her finger.

Mu Wushuang felt that he had a full sleep, and when he woke up, he stretched comfortably.

Turning his head to one side, he saw a man sitting beside the bed, reading a book in his hand.

"Huh? Uncle? When did you come?"

She asked suspiciously, and why is there only Huang Shu, where did that girl Sang Lan go?

"soon."

Long Moshen calmly put away half of the words he had read, and said in a low voice.

"Uncle Huang, what book are you reading?" She vaguely seemed to see the word "poor and beautiful", and was very curious. Of course, she couldn't imagine it if she wanted to break her head. What Uncle Huang read was a poignant folk love story. set.

"Cultivation method." Long Mo said without changing his expression.

"Really?" She looked suspicious.

Long Moshen didn't want her to ask any more questions, and suddenly remembered a certain trick in the book, he suddenly approached her, lifted her chin, and said in a low tone:

"Shuang'er has lost weight and looks better."

"Really? Are you really thin?"

As expected, Mu Wushuang was distracted and reached out to touch her face. She hadn't slept for several days and nights, and spent her sleepless nights studying the poisonous blood of Uncle Huang. Besides trying to detoxify him, the most important thing was not to lose weight! Hearing that a straight man like Uncle Huang, who has never praised others for thousands of years, said that she was thin, it must be thin.

The point is, Uncle Huang actually said that she looks better!

The sun is really coming out of the west!

From this point of view, what Uncle Huang said at the beginning was not a lie, it turned out that he really did not have a hobby of liking fat women!

She is always happy to be praised. She wants to lose weight day and night. When her uncle praised her, she didn't even notice that the clothes on her chest were wrinkled by someone's salty pig's hand. That book was forgotten in Cloud Nine.

She casually put on a robe and ran to look in the mirror.

However, how can she feel that she can't see how much she has lost?

The chin is a little thinner, and the baby fat on the cheeks is almost lost, but the figure is not perfect, it can be called slightly fat.

However, in someone's eyes, such a figure can be called perfect.

"No, I have to reduce it." She frowned.

"Shuang'er is already thin enough."

However, his worries were unnecessary. In the future, when Mu Wushuang was the thinnest, there would be a lot of fleshy places. Whenever a man's eyes were aimed at her, Long Moshen even had the heart to kill. .

If he knew what happened in the future now, maybe he would encourage her to lose weight at this time.