The daily life of the devil's wife

Chapter 152

"Don't worry, the fact that you are a woman of this seat will never change." He raised his hand to caress Jun Moli's cheek, his coquettish purple eyes were filled with rare seriousness: "As for what you said you like, this seat will Prove it to you!"

When the words fell, the corner of Jun Moli's mouth twitched. She told him so much about her feelings, was it all for nothing?

In the blink of an eye, Mo Ran had already put on his clothes and left the land of dragon veins.

As soon as he left, Jun Moli resettled Ruan Zhu, and then returned to the inn.

Turning to look out the window, the sky is already slightly bright.

Walking slowly to the door, she just opened the door when she saw Zhuo Hao standing mysteriously at the door, looking at the stairs leading to the first floor.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, he suddenly turned his head and bumped into Jun Moli's deep eyes.

Grinning, his eyes were full of light: "Miss Jun, did you rest well last night?"

"Ah."

"Just now I saw a stunning woman in red coming out of your room, could it be..." Turning his head to look at the stairs, he looked at Jun Moli mysteriously: "You two spent the night together in the room ?”

The woman in red?

Staring at Zhuo Hao at the side, he wondered if the stunning woman he was talking about was Mo Ran?
She admits that Mo Ran is indeed a bit more beautiful, but is it too...

Shaking his head slightly, Jun Moli narrowed his eyes.

Suddenly remembering last night in the land of dragon veins, Mo Ran was naked and hugged her tightly from behind, his face flushed suddenly.

Seeing this, Zhuo Hao took a breath, and silently imagined countless scenarios in his heart that would make people blush and heartbeat.

"My God, so you are such a young lady."

As he spoke, he put his hands on his chest and looked at her defensively, fearing that Jun Moli would eat her up if he didn't pay attention.

Suddenly, the corner of Jun Moli's mouth twitched, and he walked downstairs beside him.

On the first floor of the inn, the old man was already sitting at a wooden table.

He raised his hand to pick up a jug and filled it with strong wine.

After the wine in the wine jar was filled to the brim, he raised his hand and put the empty wine jar on the wooden table: "Go, bring another jar of wine."

"You wine gourd is too good at pretending." Looking at the wine gourd in his hand with a frown, the waiter sighed, and reluctantly walked to the counter to get the wine.

As the waiter left, the old man stroked his goatee proudly, his eyes curved into crescents with a smile.

"Master." Quickly walking towards the wooden table, Jun Moli glanced at the five empty wine cans on the wooden table, his eyes were not disturbed.

"My good boy is here, sit down quickly."

As he said that, the old man picked up the flagon and took a sip of the wine, just in time to be seen by the waiter in the distance: "Hey, don't drink it first."

Putting down the jug, the old man gave the waiter a dissatisfied look: "You're really stingy, why don't you just take a sip, at worst, I'll pay you back for a sip later."

"Master, what are you doing?"

"That boy didn't believe that the old man's wine jug could hold ten jars of wine, so the old man gave him the price of two jars of wine and asked him to fill the wine gourd." After tightening the wine cork, the old man patted his wine gourd proudly : "That kid has blind eyes, so he can't see that the old man's wine gourd is actually a treasure."

Looking down at the wine gourd he held in his arms like a treasure, Jun Moli nodded: "The third-grade spiritual weapon is indeed a treasure."

Seeing her recognize the high-grade wine gourd at a glance, the old man was overjoyed: "As expected of the old man's apprentice, he has vision."

(End of this chapter)