Chapter 1092
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Mo Jue stretches out a small hand, murderously pointing in the direction Luo Yunxiao left.
Muyan bursts into laughter, "What gigolo? Brat, you have no manners at all. This is my little martial uncle. "
Saying that, she even slaps his little butt.
Why is this Mo Jue the same as Qi Huang, always calling little martial uncle a gigolo?
Lord Di Jun had never been slapped in the butt before, and his blue eyes widened abruptly.
He glares angrily at Muyan, "You, don't be rude …"
Muyan can't help but chuckle when she sees his taut little face, puffing out his cheeks as he tries his best to release his pressure.
Why does Mo Jue's angry and tsundere look look more and more like Di Ming Jue?
She can't help but kiss that fair and tender little face, beaming, "What if I'm being rude?"
Mo Jue's face flushed red in an instant, but her aura was like a punctured ball that was leaking out of her body.
"In short, I hate that gigolo!" He grits his teeth, "Don't get too close to him!"
Muyan's smile widens, "Why? Is it because he's better looking than you? "
"He's better looking than me?" Mo Jue's whole body is about to explode, "You, you said you weren't thinking about him!"
Ben Jun's appearance is unparalleled under the heavens, how can a mere gigolo be better looking than Ben Jun!
Jun Muyan, have you gone blind?
Or do you want to climb the wall?!!!
Mo Jue was about to explode. If he was in Di Ming Jue's body right now …
If he was in Di Ming Jue's body right now, he would definitely knead this woman in his arms and ruthlessly punish her.
He would let her know who was the best looking!!
Muyan stares blankly at his angry accusation, then bursts into laughter, "Did you think the person I was talking about was little martial uncle? How could that be? I've never even seen Little Martial Uncle cook before. "
She is silent for a moment, the smile in her voice vanishing, leaving only tenderness and a touch of sadness, "I was talking about my fiancé."
"When he was by my side, he would cook for me all kinds of delicacies. His cooking skills were very good, no matter how ordinary the ingredients were, they would become delicious delicacies in his hands. I was born without any talent in cooking … "
"Later on, I was forced to separate from him. Since then, I have never seen him again, and I have never tasted that delicacy again."
Mu Yan's voice was light and faint, but it was as if she was holding a rare treasure, gently protecting it and carefully recalling it.
She didn't notice that the anger on Mo Jue's face had long since disappeared.
It was completely replaced by a burning passion that seemed to overflow.
His hands were clenched into fists, and his veins were visible.
Her long eyelashes drooped, concealing the surging pain and longing in her blue eyes.
"You want the prize for first place in the Spirit Chef Competition? How about I help you get it?"
The child's voice was crisp and tender, but it carried an undeniable hoarseness.
Mu Yan snapped out of her reverie. When she saw Mo Jue's resolute expression, she couldn't help but burst into laughter. "Forget it! With your small physique, you might not even be able to pick up a spatula! "
This time, Mo Jue didn't get angry. Instead, she wrapped her arms around Mo Jue's neck and whispered into her ear, "No, as long as you want it, I'll give it to you."
Mu Yan's heart suddenly jumps.
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