Chapter 89
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Just then —
Jun Linyuan rose to his feet all of a sudden and walked toward Feng Wu.
He was tall and handsome. Standing in front of Feng Wu, he stared down at her in a condescending manner, giving her a sense of oppression.
They were so close that Feng Wu started to panic … What on earth was Jun Linyuan up to?
They had been wolfing down their food, but now, they all turned to stare at Jun Linyuan in bewilderment …
What did he want with Feng Wu?
However, the next second, Jun Linyuan opened his arms and stared at Feng Wu with his brooding eyes, his expression unreadable.
Feng Wu stumbled back involuntarily. "What … are you doing?"
Jun Linyuan's face was cold and arrogant as he stared at Feng Wu. "Put it on."
Feng Wu looked down at the apron in her hand.
The beautiful lady had made the apron herself, but Feng Wu had designed it herself.
There was a chubby yellow duck on the blood-red apron, which looked soft and adorable. It was perfect for the beautiful lady and her adorable brother, and Feng Xun's temperament was just about right. But Jun Linyuan …
Looking up, Feng Wu looked at Jun Linyuan's aloof face, then at the cute apron … Was Jun Linyuan really going to wear that? Was he out of his mind?
Jun Linyuan stared at the apron with obvious disdain in his eyes, but he kept staring at Feng Wu.
"Fine, fine. You're the one who asked for it. Don't blame me." Feng Wu shrugged off all responsibility and handed Jun Linyuan a blood-red apron.
However, Jun Linyuan didn't take it. His voice was still cold and his attitude was still as arrogant as ever. He only said two words in an authoritative tone, "Put it on."
Feng Wu gritted her teeth. Did the crown prince have no hands? Did he need someone else to help him with the apron?!
But she didn't have the guts to say that out loud. Her biggest wish now was for Jun Linyuan and the others to leave as soon as possible after this meal. Only then would she be able to focus on refining that Immortal Spiritual Fruit.
Hence, even though Feng Wu clenched her fists in her head, she forced a smile that made her eyes crinkle. "His Royal Highness, of course."
Jun Linyuan was a head and a half taller than Feng Wu, so she had to stand on her tiptoes to put the apron on.
In order to save time, Feng Wu wrapped her arms around Jun Linyuan's waist and tied a butterfly knot with her fingers.
Jun Linyuan looked down at the little head rubbing against his chest like a deer. He found it adorable, and had the urge to poke it with his finger.
Meanwhile, Feng Xun was watching the scene in front of him.
From his point of view, Feng Wu was the one throwing herself at Jun Linyuan. Hence, Feng Xun clicked his tongue. "Feng Wu, you don't like Boss Jun? If you didn't like him, would you throw yourself at him? Tsk, women who say one thing but mean another are the most annoying! "
Feng Wu was speechless.
Glaring at Feng Xun, she almost charged at him!
Since when did she like Jun Linyuan? How could he be treated like this?
At that thought, Feng Wu threw a dirty look at Feng Xun. "I'm putting on my belt. Don't you need to put on your own belt? "
Feng Xun said matter-of-factly, "When you were putting on my belt just then, you ran up to me and did it in one second. But now, look at you —"
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