On Our Wedding Night, His Highness Can’t Continue His Acting After Reading My Mind!

Yun Ran was a little dazed when he heard this, and subconsciously looked back at the masked man in the dense forest who was fighting with the man in black.

How could he not be Nangong Mo? !

These days of getting along day and night, he is clearly him!

Although she hasn't taken off his mask yet, her intuition has always been accurate.

"Princess, you leave here with your subordinates first, he will be here soon."

Feng Xuan took half a step forward, turned sideways, and made a 'please' gesture to Yun Ran.

Yun Ran looked at him without moving, his star eyes narrowed slightly, thoughtful.

She would rather believe that Feng Xuan in front of her is an assassin pretending to be, than that the masked man over there is not Nangong Mo.

Feng Xuan seemed to see her thoughts, his handsome face froze slightly, "Princess, this subordinate is real, that person is not His Highness, His Highness..."

Before he could finish speaking, Yun Ran suddenly slapped him in the face, Feng Xuan didn't dare to fight back, and subconsciously dodged to the side.

Yunran took the opportunity to step forward, ready to personally help deal with those men in black.

Just at this time, there was a sudden sound of hurried footsteps behind him, and the sound of wheels rolling over dead branches and leaves all over the ground.

Such a familiar melody.

Yun Ran's feet froze, and she turned around quickly, and saw seven or eight guards in black clothes, surrounded by Nangong Mo, coming towards this side quickly.

That familiar unparalleled handsome face, black hair and black clothes, noble and natural, who else could it be but Nangong Mo?

Even if he was sitting in a wheelchair, he couldn't hide his aura of looking down on the world, like a born king, making people dare not look directly at him.

Yun Ran stared at him blankly, and then woke up like a dream after being in a trance for a while. She suddenly turned her head to look at the man in the dense forest who was fighting with the man in black, and there were waves in her starry eyes.

Those who accompanied her day and night these days were the masked man.

And he was not Nangong Mo!

However, his height, body shape, breath, and those feelings that cannot be clearly expressed in words all told her that he was Nangong Mo.

But right now, the real Nangong Mo appeared in front of her from the sky, telling her that the previous Nangong Mo was fake and everything was her illusion?

"Lin Wanyue."

A familiar voice rang out, calling back Yunran's fluttering thoughts.

Both hands were held by a pair of warm hands, and Yun Ran looked down.

Nangong Mo had already turned his wheelchair and came to her. He was looking at her with a pair of dark jade eyes like the deep sea. There seemed to be thousands of words hidden in them, but only one sentence:

"Lin Wanyue, I finally found you."

Yun Ran quietly looked at the man in front of him, and saw himself in his deep eyes.

She frowned slightly, and looked at him, "Are you really Nangong Mo?"

The man was taken aback for a moment, and a look of surprise flashed across his eyes, "Lin Wanyue? You don't recognize Master?"

But immediately, his gaze was replaced by worry and nervousness, and he took her hand and asked eagerly, "Lin Wanyue, what's wrong with you? Are you injured? Or sick? Let me take a look."

Yunran: "..."

[Look at you, uncle! You have the disease! 】

Yunran snorted coldly in her heart, and pulled back her hand forcefully, "No, I'm fine, but why should I believe that you are Nangong Mo? How do you know you're not an assassin disguised as a disguise?"

The man frowned and looked serious, "My master has never changed his face, his face is real, you can check it."

As he spoke, he had already grabbed her hand and pressed it to his face.

"If you don't believe me, touch it carefully, I didn't lie to you."

"..."

"Lin Wanyue, have you found it?"

"..."