Mo Jiecheng lowered his head and saw Ji Wanrong struggling unsuccessfully in his arms, gnashing his teeth.
Her struggling temples were a little messy, and her little face was a little blushing.
The more Ji Wanrong struggled, the more excited Mo Jiecheng became. With a strong effort of his long arms, he easily lifted Ji Wanrong off the ground.
Then he put his arms around her waist and threw her onto the soft couch next to him.
Ji Wanrong only felt that his body was suspended in the air for a while, and then his butt hurt. When he came back to his senses, he saw Mo Jiecheng's enlarged face.
He lowered his eyes and carefully observed the blood collector in his hand, and then slowly leaned over Ji Wanrong, pressing his knees against her struggling legs.
The hard chest, with its hot body temperature, pressed against her chest.
Ji Wanrong gritted her teeth and glared at him, thinking that Mo Jiecheng was going to act hooligan again, but saw Mo Jiecheng slowly raise the blood collector in his hand and put it in front of his eyes.
Then he asked softly, in a low voice: "What is this? Huh?"
Ji Wanrong stared into his deep eyes. His eyes were so dark that she could even see her reflection clearly in his eyes.
But she couldn't tell what Mo Jiecheng was thinking at this moment.
Yes, Mo Jiecheng was in Xie's house a few days ago, following him like a follower, pretending to be stupid.
Everyone in Xie Zhai felt that this new uncle was easy to get along with, which made Ji Wanrong forget that he was actually a sharp and cunning man.
She was too anxious today, eager to verify her suspicions, so she handed the collector to Mo Jiecheng without hesitation, but it aroused his suspicion.
Ji Wanrong put his hands on Mo Jiecheng's chest and moved his butt back bit by bit, trying to get rid of his hot temperature.
But she retreated a little, and Mo Jiecheng moved forward a little, pressing harder and harder, almost leaving her with no way to retreat.
"Don't you want to answer? Or are you thinking of how to deceive me?"
Mo Jiecheng raised his eyebrows slightly, looking at her somewhat panicked look, and even slightly twitched the corner of his mouth towards her.
Ji Wanrong's little thoughts were directly seen by Mo Jiecheng.
Feeling his burning gaze, Ji Wanrong's breath suffocated slightly, and then she raised her head and smiled at him.
"I didn't mean to lie to you, but I was just thinking about Ji Liangxing - you were too heavy and you were pressing me down."
Hearing this, Mo Jiecheng stood up slightly, moved his body, and then heard Ji Wanrong's voice: "The blood collection instrument is exclusive to the Ghost Hand Miracle Doctor. It is unique to the master. It is normal that you have never seen it before. After all, except for the Ghost Hand There is no such thing as a miracle doctor in this world.”
After hearing this, Mo Jiecheng smiled sullenly: "So the words on the instrument, which I cannot understand, are also the words originally created by your sect?"
Ji Wanrong nodded, with firmness in his eyes: "Your method of drawing inferences from one instance to another is very good. Only the magic doctor with ghost hands can understand the writing on it."
Mo Jiecheng suppressed the smile on his face, stretched out his hand to pinch her chin, and stared at her with dark eyes for a long time, until he saw a chill in Ji Wanrong's back, and he spoke slowly.
"You are a miracle doctor with ghost hands, but you are not Ji Wanrong."
The decisiveness in Mo Jiecheng's tone seemed to have seen through everything, like a big palm that pinched Ji Wanrong's heart so hard that his breathing stopped.
She paused for a moment, then smiled even brighter: "What joke are you talking about? Now I suspect that Ji Liangxing is not Ji Chengde's child, but you actually think that I am not Ji Chengde's child?"
"You know what I mean by this. You are completely different from before. When did you change? I think it was the wedding night."
After Mo Jiecheng finished speaking, he reached out and gently touched her cheek, as if stroking the traces of the human skin mask: "So, who are you? A spy from the enemy country? Or a member of King Duan?"
Mo Jiecheng's careless touch made Ji Wanrong's whole body tremble slightly. He gritted his teeth, stretched out his foot, and kicked Mo Jiecheng's lower body hard.
Mo Jiecheng was unprepared and was kicked by her. He instantly arched his body and the veins on his forehead popped out.
"Ji! Wan! Rong! Do you know where you are kicking?"
Hearing Ji Wanrong's smile, Ling Ling's voice sounded in his ears.
"Didn't you ask me to return to my normal appearance to please you? This is my normal appearance."
Mo Jiecheng gritted his teeth and stared at her with his scarlet eyes.
What does Ji Wanrong mean, is he being a bitch and asking her to become the same as before to kick his baby?
"I am Ji Wanrong, and I have been called this name since I was a child." Ji Wanrong raised his chin slightly and spoke very firmly.
She did call her that name, she wasn't lying.
Mo Jiecheng smiled coldly: "Then you swear."
Ji Wanrong smiled: "Swear when you swear, I'm just afraid that you still don't believe me after I swear!"
She raised three fingers to the sky and then spoke calmly to Mo Jiecheng.
"I, Ji Wanrong, swear here that I will never change my name in business or my surname. I have been called Ji Wanrong since I was a child. If I am a member of the royal family or a spy of an enemy country, I will lose my father when I am young and my husband when I am middle-aged. No children, no children..."
Before Ji Wanrong finished his oath of poison, Mo Jiecheng felt another sharp pain in his lower body, as if he had suffered the most vicious curse.
He reached out his hand without hesitation and covered Ji Wanrong's mouth: "Tong Yan Wuji! Tong Yan Wuji! You vicious woman!!"
Ji Wanrong watched helplessly as Mo Jiecheng's hand moved his lower body to her mouth, and she almost screamed.
She showed amazing strength at this moment and shook off Mo Jiecheng's hand, grabbed the two blood collectors from his waist, and got off the couch.
"Tong Yan Wuji?" She glanced at Mo Jiecheng coldly, then shifted her gaze to Mo Jiecheng's lower body: "Why don't you just say, broken peace?"
Mo Jiecheng followed Ji Wanrong's gaze, gritted his teeth, and for a moment covered his vulnerability that was unique to men.
Ji Wanrong then held two tubes of blood and walked out of the courtyard of Mojie City.
Ji Wanrong was secretly frightened by Mo Jiecheng's questions and doubts tonight, but when she returned to her yard, she entered the space.
The troubles in front of me disappeared in an instant.
Ji Wanrong concentrated on analyzing and testing the two samples, and detected the DNA fragments of Ji Liangxing and Ji Chengde.
Then their DNA fragments were compared with Lu Zhongfeng's.
The long time made Ji Wanrong feel a little tired, so she lay down in the laboratory and took a nap.
But when the data results came out, Ji Wanrong looked at it sleepily, his eyes widened, and he stood up from the chair in an instant.
Incredible!
The result was really beyond Ji Wanrong’s expectation!
