Young Master Jun’s 100 Techniques to Spoil His Wife

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Although Jun Mohan knew for a long time that Feng Sujin was the one he had been looking for all these years.

But when she saw the pictures of her childhood, her heart trembled suddenly, and those memories about them once burst out.

Some emotions deliberately suppressed by him, which would also pour down like a tide, roaring through his whole body.

Feng Sujin was still smiling, but when she saw the fascination and faintness of Jun Mohan's eyes, her heart beat quickly, and she always felt that there was a vortex in it to eat everything.

"Mo Han?"

Feng Sujin's voice reminded Jun Mohan suddenly, he looked at Feng Sujin deeply, and some emotions could hardly hold back.

He didn't want to scare his A Jin.

"Mo Han, what's wrong? Wasn't I pretty when I was a kid?"

Jun Mohan's throat moved, and he couldn't help but reach out and caress Feng Sujin's cheek. "Ajin, it's beautiful, I'm a little surprised."

Feng Sujin smiled happily, for some reason, she was particularly happy to hear her family gentleman say it was good-looking.

But she always felt that something was wrong with Jun Mohan, but she couldn't tell.

"And this family portrait, I have been by my side all these years, uncomfortable and unhappy, so take it out to see, the whole body will be full of strength."

Jun Mohan will look at her family portrait photo, "A Jin and your parents are not very similar."

Feng Sujin was a little confused and muttered, "Do you think it's not like you? It seems like others have said that, but my parents said that I am the Feng family."

Jun Mohan lovingly touched Feng Sujin's hair tenderly. He lowered his head and looked at Feng Sujin's picture again carefully, "This one on your neck?"

"This is what my mother asked me to wear. It's important to say it's a jade butterfly, but to others, it's a stone."

"Where did you put it?"

Feng Sujin smiled mysteriously, leaned against Jun Mohan, hugged his neck, and whispered in his ear: "I hid under the tree in my home yard."

Jun Mohan looked at Feng Sujin's sly appearance, and smiled gently, lovingly shaving her nose, "naughty."

"Ajin sent me this picture, okay?"

"My stuff is yours. What you like is yours."

Listening to this sentence, Jun Mohan moved his heart, raised Feng Sujin's chin, and kissed him, and the kiss was out of control.

I was so sure that she was a child, and when I saw her pictures when she was a child, some emotions were really overwhelming. I could only use this way to talk about love.

Feng Sujin stumbled on the sofa, "Well, Mo Han ..."

Her arousal to his breath, he had no power at all.

"A Jin, don't worry, I'll give it to you."

One night's affection, lingering.

...

On the other side, in the Imperial Palace senior suite, Nalan Yunqing sat in front of the floor-to-ceiling window and looked at the night view of Beiquan City. The dark eyes flashed a deep and complex light.

In the afternoon, the woman passing by him gave him a familiar atmosphere.

Nalan Yunqing didn't remember who it was for a short while.

This time to investigate an incident in Beiquan City, in fact, to put it plainly, it is to investigate Jun Mohan, a hegemonic person who no one dares to provoke in the capital!

Nalan Yunqing's mouth evoked an elegant smile. There are too many legends about Jun Mohan in the imperial capital.

If it weren't for the fact that Jun Mohan was very important and tricky, Beiquan City would be so powerful that he wouldn't come by himself.

When Nalan Yunqing was thinking, he took an overseas call, and when he saw the person on the mobile phone, Nalan Yunqing's eyes softened.

"Si Xuan, haven't slept yet?"

"Yunqing, I heard that you are not in Didu. I'm a bit worried."