Chapter 977: It’s Meaningless if You Die

"I have a sense of self-discipline. Hurry up and draw the portrait for me." Wei Yuanwei said to Mu Jin with a confident look on her face.

"Yuanwei, we can't alert the enemy now." Mu Jin wanted to say something else, but Wei Yuanwei had already pushed Mu Jin to the desk, sharpened the ink and asked Mu Jin to draw the portrait.

But Wei Yuanwei looked at Mu Jin with a posture that you must adopt.

In the end, Mu Jin drew the portrait.

Wei Yuanwei looked at the demon in the painting. How should I put it? She is indeed incredibly beautiful. She must be one of the best beauties among the Three Kingdoms. But the problem is that this kind of beauty is very stunning at first sight, but After watching too much, I feel that it lacks its own characteristics.

Mr. Fuchen has seen countless beautiful women. To make Mr. Fuchen fall in love so deeply, beauty alone is definitely not enough.

Means and city government are necessary!

Wei Yuanwei glanced down at the plump figure that was about to come out. She looked down at her own, and then looked at Mu Jin with a serious face: "Mu Jin, do you feel wronged?"

"What are the grievances for?" Mu Jin looked confused.

"Did you deliberately draw Yaoyao's breasts so plump to stimulate me? And you can even see the groove." Wei Yuanwei curled her lips and looked at Mu Jin angrily.

She had always thought that although hers was not very big, it was still good, but looking at Yaoyao's, the gap was not that big.

Besides, it was already the depth of winter. Who would wear so little and expose so much of her body? Mu Jin must have deliberately made her angry.

to express his dissatisfaction.

Mu Jin was dumbfounded by Wei Yuanwei's words: "Do you know where Red Street is? It's like a brothel. Yaoyao wears so little."

"Then you can just draw the face. Why draw the breasts too?" Wei Yuanwei was still unhappy.

When comparing other people's portraits, they all took a few strokes. When I came to Yaoyao, I took a close-up of her chest.

"I...Isn't this just by the way? If you're unhappy, I'll paint it out." Mu Jin really didn't mean it. He drew it exactly according to Yaoyao's portrait.

Wei Yuanwei hugged the portrait tightly, and grabbed Mu Jin's clothes with one hand, asking in a questioning manner: "Then do you think you dislike my small breasts?"

"It's much bigger than the beginning." Mu Jin answered honestly.

"Does that mean you dislike me for being young?" Wei Yuanwei was unhappy.

When Wei Iris was sixteen, her breasts were not fully developed yet, so it was normal for her breasts to be smaller, but now they are full-grown.

"How could it be? I don't dislike it, I don't dislike it." Mu Jin waved her hands repeatedly, looking at Wei Yuanwei's expression and wanting to laugh.

"That still means I'm small." Wei Yuanwei really didn't care about this before, but if a woman with a plump bust and an enchanting figure stands in front of you, there will definitely be comparisons.

The more Wei Yuanwei paid attention, the more Mu Jin wanted to smile. The curve of the corners of her lips was very charming, with a hint of doting: "Is it so important whether you are big or small? I like you anyway."

Mu Jin smiled evilly, and after speaking, she gently placed her palm on Wei Yuanwei's chest, causing Wei Yuanwei's face to turn red.

Mu Jin took advantage of the situation and whispered a few words into Wei Yuanwei's ear: "You were quite small when you were sixteen, but you have grown up now." After speaking, she made a kneading motion.

Wei Yuanwei's face turned even more rosy, and she stretched out her hand to hit Mu Jin a few times: "I hate it, why are you so annoying..."

"Do you hate it? Or do you like it?" Mu Jin's smile was evil under the candlelight. Just a few words made the atmosphere ambiguous, and her hands dishonestly slipped into Wei Yuanwei's clothes.

Wei Yuanwei pushed a few times, and then let Mu Jin go. Then Mu Jin's kiss fell on Wei Yuanwei's face like a dense rain, and Wei Yuanwei's softened body leaned against Mu Jin's body.

Wei Yuanwei also knew that Mu Jin was worried that Feng Yin would not fulfill her promise and cause her to forget him again, so she was so close to her so often.

"What did you find out about this sheepskin notebook?" Mu Jin let go of Wei Yuanwei's lips, and Wei Yuanwei asked Mu Jin tenderly with her eyes full.

Mu Jin picked up the sheepskin notebook on the table, carried Wei Yuanwei onto the bed, and said with an evil smile: "Let's study it together."

According to Cangchu's injury, it would take at least two days to wake up, but at noon the next day, Cangchu woke up.

What she saw when she opened her eyes was Mu Jin standing in front of the window with her back to her body. Her handsome figure as tall and tall as a green bamboo revealed a sense of elegance and nobility, but more importantly, she had that powerful aura. .

Mu Jin, who used to be tall and tall, dressed in white and elegant, could never come back.

His eyes are no longer so pure and pure, without any dust or desire!

Now he is full of edges and corners, and the corners of his lips that are inadvertently raised are full of meaning.

Cang Chu opened his dry and white lips, and because he hadn't spoken for a long time, he simply uttered a single syllable, which was full of hoarseness.

Mu Jin, who was in front of the window, turned around and looked at Cang Chu on the bed. Then she walked to Cang Chu's bed with an arrogant and indifferent expression: "Would you like some water?"

Cang Chu looked straight at Mu Jin with his beautiful peach blossom eyes, opened his mouth, and wanted to speak, but his body was really weak. After a day of recovery, his face was still very pale.

Just opening his mouth with a little force would pull the nerves and cause pain in his abdomen.

"You should have a good rest. I'll ask Ning Zheyan to come in and take a look." Mu Jin turned around and left.

"Su..." Cangchu said the word with some difficulty. Although it was unclear and the voice was low, Mu Jin could still hear the word clearly.

Mu Jin stopped and looked at Cang Chu with cold and proud eyes, as if waiting for Cang Chu to finish.

"Su...'er, she...she..." Cang Chu endured the pain in his abdomen and struggled to speak every word.

"I didn't find Su'er." There was no thinking expression on Mu Jin's face when she said this.

What else did Cangchu want to say? He wanted to say that the child was not Su'er, but even if he didn't say it, Mu Jin could guess that the man in black who appeared in Heifeng Ridge was the one he brought, right?

"Is the man in black who appeared in Black Wind Ridge one of yours?" Mu Jin seemed to know what Cang Chu wanted to say: "You may be thinking of ways to send Su Er back after taking her away safely. , and you could have left at that time, why did you come back to help me?"

This question seems to be wrong. When he comes back to help Mu Jin, he naturally doesn't want Mu Jin to die.

"If you... are dead, it will be meaningless?" A smile flashed across the pale Cang Chu's lips.