Mo Jiecheng did not expect the situation in front of him. He stood silently, lowering his head and frowning, looking at the messy ground.
The priceless jewelry is still bouncing on the ground at this moment.
He didn't expect it at all. He just wanted to get the box back properly, but why did the box fall to the ground all of a sudden?
When it reached Mo Jiecheng's ears, he heard crisp sounds.
Zhao Runchu hurriedly squatted down and picked up the overturned wooden box with one hand. Regardless of the mess on the ground, he reached into the broken glass beads on the ground and began to pick up the intact ones back into the box.
"It's okay, the jewelry is expensive, only a small part is broken, and a large part is intact." Zhao Runchu raised his head and smiled at Ji Wanrong: "When King Han is angry, he shouldn't use these things to vent his anger. Wan Rong was frightened."
When Ji Wanrong heard this, her chest heaved suddenly. She gritted her teeth and looked at Mo Jiecheng with wide eyes: "Even if you are angry again, you can't use these things to vent your anger, right?"
This was all wasted money, and Ji Wanrong's heart was throbbing like never before.
In the past, she thought Mo Jiecheng just had a bad temper, but today's events made her suspect that Mo Jiecheng was suffering from mania!
Mo Jiecheng looked at everything in front of him in silence, feeling Ji Wanrong's anger, his brain was running rapidly.
Then he frowned and looked at Zhao Runchu, watching him calmly clean up the mess, his movements moving like flowing water, and his brain buzzed.
"He let go on purpose and dropped the box on the ground."
Mo Jiecheng's voice was deep, and he finally understood everything.
"I watched helplessly as your hand swept towards the box." Ji Wanrong felt that he was quibbling, "Mr. Zhao is as good as jade, what good is it to him if he breaks the jewelry?"
"Because he wants to falsely accuse me!" The more Mo Jiecheng thought about it, the more he felt aggrieved, and there was a bit of gritted teeth in his words.
He looked longingly in the direction of Ji Wanrong, "Ji Wanrong, do you believe me? He wants to falsely accuse me!"
"I don't believe it!" Ji Wanrong was almost categorical, without any hesitation, "Mr. Zhao has a much better temper than you. Why did he falsely accuse you? Is there any money to be made?"
Listening to Ji Wanrong's words without hesitation, Mo Jiecheng's teeth were sore with anger, "Why don't you believe in me?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly felt that the situation in front of him looked familiar, but he didn't know where he had seen it before.
Mo Jiecheng pulled Ji Wanrong over. Just as he was about to speak, he saw Zhao Runchu slowly stand up again.
"Although I don't know why His Royal Highness Prince Han wants to falsely accuse me, it doesn't matter if I am wronged. Please don't embarrass Princess Han!"
This bitch! He pinched his voice again and sang a big show!
Mo Jiecheng was so angry that his head started to smoke. He took Ji Wanrong's hand forcefully and pulled her out, with a hint of hatred in his tone.
"One day, this king will let you see his true face!"
Ji Wanrong felt the shackles on her wrists and couldn't break free. She turned to look at Zhao Runchu. Zhao Runchu made a "reassuring" gesture to her while cleaning up the mess on the ground.
Ji Wanrong was relieved.
Mo Jiecheng almost dragged Ji Wanrong out of the yard. When Ji Wanrong staggered to the door, he realized that the carriage from Prince Han's Palace had been waiting here for a long time.
She was filled with anger and refused to get on the carriage at all. Mo Jiecheng directly picked her up and carried her onto the carriage.
The light he saw suddenly turned into darkness. Ji Wanrong couldn't see clearly the layout inside for a while, and was suddenly thrown away by Mo Jiecheng.
As soon as her butt hurt, she was thrown directly onto the soft couch of the carriage.
Squinting his eyes, Ji Wanrong finally waited for him to adapt to the light in front of him, but he saw Mo Jiecheng walking in his direction step by step.
His broad and tall body made the carriage appear small and cramped, and it seemed that the man's rapid breathing could be heard in his ears.
Feeling Mo Jiecheng's pressing step by step, Ji Wanrong pressed her hands against the couch and hurriedly moved her butt back a few steps.
But after moving only a few steps, she found that her back was pressed against the wall of the carriage, leaving her with nowhere to move.
Behind him was the coolness of the wall, and he was quickly blocked by an angry man in front of him.
Mo Jiecheng had one leg covered on the bed and the other standing, holding down Ji Wanrong's hands on the bed, then raised his head and stared into Ji Wanrong's eyes.
The man's aura was too strong, and Ji Wanrong was forced to raise her head to look at him.
Mo Jiecheng's facial features were three-dimensional, and the two of them were very close, so close that his straight nose almost touched Ji Wanrong's, and their breaths were intertwined.
Ji Wanrong hid slightly.
Ji Wanrong would become cross-eyed if she stared at his face.
She could only ignore the scalding temperature all over Mo Jiecheng's body and lowered her eyes to look at it carefully to distract herself.
The man's face doesn't look good when he's angry, and he still carries a strong sense of coercion, but this time his anger is different from usual, and the ends of his eyes are still slightly red.
Even the eye sockets were a little red, looking pitiful.
"He looks handsome, but unfortunately he is sick and has a strong mania."
Ji Wanrong made a judgment based on Mo Jiecheng's performance today.
When Mo Jiecheng heard this, although he couldn't understand the nouns in her mouth, he could understand every word she said.
Zhao Runchu's frame-up was still vivid in his mind, and Mo Jiecheng's chest almost exploded: "I am not sick, he is the one who is framing me!"
"He also likes to pinch his throat in front of you and show off his operatic emphasis. It's disgusting, extremely disgusting!"
"Look, you're angry again." Ji Wanrong looked at him suspiciously, frowning: "Isn't this mania? You dropped my jewelry, and I'm not even as angry as you."
Seeing Mo Jiecheng's furious expression, she felt a little relieved.
It would be even better if the distance between the two of them was not so close.
Ji Wanrong turned sideways and hid slightly.
"Why don't you trust me?" Mo Jiecheng was keenly aware of her movements, and now he got closer to her.
Being wronged for the first time in his life, he was simply depressed to death.
Ji Wanrong smiled when she heard this. She felt that the scene in front of her was somewhat familiar.
"Have you never trusted me before?" She twitched her lips.
"I trusted you! When we were in the palace." Mo Jiecheng's voice was muffled, but his reaction was extremely quick.
"You trust me, but you trust Ji Yunyao more. So I trust you too, but I trust Zhao Runchu more."
Ji Wanrong raised his eyebrows slightly, and when he said these words, he looked at Mo Jiecheng's expression that had not changed. His heart was filled with joy when he spoke, and his whole person felt refreshed.
"Yun Yao saved my life. I spent some time with her. Although I was blind at that time, I have ears and a heart. I can know what she has done. And you and Zhao Runchu It's just a two-way relationship, how can you trust Zhao Runchu but not this king?"
Mo Jiecheng's voice spoke slowly, getting smaller and smaller.
"Besides, now that you are my princess, it is no longer possible for me and Ji Yunyao. Why do you always mention her?"
Ji Wanrong suddenly laughed: "Were you blind at that time? I'm afraid you are still blind in both eyes now."
"You still think that Ji Yunyao is an extremely kind woman, with a lotus sitting under her butt and a golden light shining on her head. She is reluctant to trample an ant to death. She was forced to poison her grandmother. She was chosen by the Queen as Mo Junfeng The preparation of the princess was forced, and the things that framed me in the past were also forced!"
Mo Jiecheng listened, but seemed not to. He stared at Ji Wanrong's chattering red lips, and his head suddenly became empty.
"So I am the same as you, I trust Zhao Runchu more, do you understand?"
Mo Jiecheng suddenly stepped forward and sealed that annoying mouth.
