It is difficult to usurp the heart and poison the wife

As soon as Du Jingxuan finished speaking, the door of the elegant room was pushed open again, and Mo Nanfeng, who Du Jingxuan had been muttering to, just walked in with an oiled paper bag in his hand.

Mo Nanfeng was about seventeen or eighteen years old. He was dressed in dust and dust and was wearing a snow-thick cloud robe that was too late to change. He had black hair splashed with ink, a set of chiseled facial features, a dark complexion with reddish tinge, bright and deep pupils with two petals. The moist lips seem to be naturally smiling, and one can't help but indulge in his smile with a light sip.

When he saw Du Weiwei, a look of astonishment flashed across his bright pupils, and the next moment his dark and young face flushed red, and he said with a slight stutter, "Weiwei..." called her With a sound, he seemed so nervous that he didn't know what to say, so he quickly lowered his head, not daring to look up at Du Weiwei again.

Du Jingxuan looked at Mo Nanfeng's reaction, sighed lightly, shook his head and said bitterly, "A child can't be taught!"

Standing where she was, Du Weiwei saw the person who admired her again in her previous life. She also had mixed feelings in her heart, and all kinds of feelings came to her heart instantly.She reached out and brushed a few strands of hair on her forehead, and called him sweetly, "Brother Nanfeng."

To Mo Nanfeng, a simple call was like the rain sprinkled in his heart, and he was suddenly nervous and didn't know what to do.It took quite a while to realize it, and he knew how to send the oil paper bag in front of Du Weiwei, "Wei Wei, this...chestnuts...you eat..."

Du Jingxuan sighed again and looked at Mo Nanfeng's face which was redder than cooked shrimp, the corners of his mouth twitched helplessly.Is Mo Nanfeng, who is so cute and cute, really the brave little general who made the enemy fearful on the battlefield?

Alas, it really is one thing and one thing.

Du Weiwei lowered his eyelashes and carefully looked at the oil paper bag in his hand, there was still smoke rising from the oil paper bag.When she was a child, she was greedy for food, and she especially liked fried chestnuts with sugar.And to eat chestnuts, I only eat chestnuts fried at the Mazi shop in Dongjiekou.Every time Mo Nanfeng came to play with her, he would first go to Dongjiekou to buy a bag of fried chestnuts in sugar.

Gradually, she grew up, and she didn't like fried chestnuts so much.But no matter in the previous life or the present life, Mo Nanfeng was always stubborn in buying her chestnuts.

After she was with Murong Cangjue in her previous life, she always had him in her heart.Even if she doesn't like what he likes to eat, she always wrongs herself to cooperate with him.How could she care about Mo Nanfeng? What's more, in her previous life, in order to help Murong Cangjue win the battle for reserves, she even wrote to Mo Nanfeng, who was already the general of Zhenyuan at that time, hoping that he would support Murong Cang Jue.

Mo Nanfeng would never reject her, but he always satisfied her in every possible way whatever she wanted.As for her request, he agreed to her without even thinking about it.But in the end, after Murong Cangjue ascended the throne, Mo Nanfeng...

Thinking about all kinds of past lives, Du Weiwei felt extremely bitter in her heart, but she still had a smile on her face. She took a few steps forward, happily took the oil paper bag he handed over, and said sweetly again, "Thank you Nan Brother Feng!"

Because of her sudden approach, a faint fragrance lingered on the tip of Mo Nanfeng's nose, and he was immediately ashamed and embarrassed, only feeling that his face was burning badly.When Du Weiwei took the oil paper bag from him, his fingernails accidentally slid across his fingertips, a tingling feeling spread all over his body in an instant, his whole body seemed to have been electrified, and he was dizzy almost.