Chapter 1161 My Gentle Tyrant (43)

Ji Rong only calmed down after taking a beating.

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Fu Yue silently complained that this man was a terrible kisser.

I can't bear it anymore, no need to bear it anymore.

She knocked him down with her backhand, pinched Ji Rong's face, and patted him twice frivolously, "Are you a dog?"

Fu Yue raised her eyebrows and pressed Ji Rong to the ground with one hand. Her delicate white fingers began to circle from the tip of his eyebrows and then slowly moved down, across the bridge of his nose, chin, and then the slightly raised Adam's apple... She looked like she was shopping for flowers. Lou looks like an uncle.

Frivolous and charming.

"You look so handsome. Come and entertain me?"

Ji Rong, the attribute tyrant: "..."

Even if he was pushed to the ground, he was teased like this by a woman.

Have fun? ? ?

Ji Rong felt that this woman Qin Chu was going to rebel. Looking at her proficiency... this damn woman must have secretly gone to the bar to seduce him behind his back! ! !

Otherwise, how could he be so skilled!

Fu Yue watched Ji Rong's face darken at a speed visible to the naked eye, and it was still a little green. Before she could react, she was picked up.

Due to her height, Fu Yue was just a small one in front of Ji Rong. She was grabbed by the back of the collar and easily carried in his hand.

"...let go, Ji Xiaorong, are you itchy?"

It's a pity that Ji Rong is no longer the child who only reaches as high as her waist, and he doesn't listen to her at all.

Things are changing.

This made Fu Yue feel a little bit sad.

Ji Rong spoke sullenly: "Did you go to disco behind my back? Did you tease a man while you were disco?"

Fu Yue: "...fart."

Are you dancing on the grave of a dog emperor like you?

Taking advantage of her height and long legs, Ji Rong half-carried and half-carried Fu Yue as she walked out. Before she had walked a few steps, she saw a man leaning on the rockery pass holding a sword.

The swordsman in black.

The man looked over with a silent and cold gaze.

When he saw Ji Rong carrying Fu Yue in a slightly weird posture, a hint of surprise flashed in Yu Li's eyes.

He was silent for a moment.

The thin lips moved.

"It's better to pay attention to your image. After all, you are in the palace."

Ji Rongliang said with a swish, "You also know that this is in the palace, but do you know that Qin Chu is my woman?"

He had not forgotten that the assassin was plotting against Qin Chu.

Yu Li lowered his eyes and said nothing.

He turned around with his sword in his arms and left without saying a word.

The moonlight lengthened the back of the swordsman in black and shone down coldly, making him look increasingly thin and lonely.

Fu Yue: "???"

She pinched Ji Rong's waist fiercely: "What nonsense are you talking about? After all, he has traveled with us to modern times. This can be regarded as a bit of revolutionary friendship. Why are you so weird?"

Fu Yue was glaring at him.

The rolling eyes were so fierce.

Ji Rong: "..."

Ji Rong: "Qin Chu, have you forgotten who I am? I am the emperor. Just because he wanted to assassinate me is enough to kill him hundreds of times. It's good that I don't pursue his crime now. Well, do you still want me to have a good look on him?"

Fu Yue said sadly and angrily: "! You have no heart!"

The emperor's beautiful and almost sharp profile turned slightly and took a deep look at Fu Yue.

...not to mention that he still misses you.

Ji Rong didn't say the second half of the sentence because he knew Fu Yue didn't realize Yu Li's feelings for her.

And he didn't intend to make it clear.

Because he is afraid.

The sinister and beautiful emperor had half-curled eyelashes. His eyes were extremely beautiful, as if they were shattered into pieces. At this moment, there was a hint of fear and obvious vulnerability in them.