Both Mo Junfeng and the skeleton had the same smell of special disinfectant.
The smell of the disinfectant was different from what Ji Wanrong used in the past, and it was also different from modern disinfectant. It looked like it was specially made.
So far, Ji Wanrong has only smelled it in these two places!
Ji Wanrong's heart started beating wildly when he thought of this.
Mo Junfeng's voice still rang in his ears, "County Master Qinghui, I just listened to Lu Zhongfeng's life story. Did you find anything strange?"
Of course there was something strange, but Ji Wanrong would not tell Mo Junfeng.
She rolled her eyes and suddenly smiled at Mo Junfeng, "Just now your imperial brother was not here, you were talking to me like a banyan, and it was all ambiguous. But now in front of your imperial brother, you are talking about me like a qinghui." County Lord, it makes me sad."
Ji Wanrong Qiao smiled sweetly, but what he said caused the two men in the morgue to freeze.
Mo Jiecheng's resentful gaze was like a knife, directed at Mo Junfeng's face that looked like a tabby cat.
"Is it because your imperial brother is here that we are separated like this, or is it because of Ji Yunyao just now that you can only hide your deepest feelings?"
"Mo Junfeng, what are you hiding?"
Ji Wanrong spoke in a gentle tone, his voice was slow, as if he was hypnotizing.
After feeling Mo Junfeng's slight daze, Ji Wanrong quickly took a step forward and held his right hand again.
She then moved her hand to the knuckle of his thumb and index finger.
Sure enough, he felt calluses on the joints of his thumb and index finger!
Ji Wanrong took a deep breath, tried his best to lower his eyes to cover up his dilated pupils, and then wanted to let go of Mo Junfeng's hand.
But Mo Junfeng felt that she was about to leave, so he slightly curled his red lips, grabbed her hand, and then squeezed it down hard, interlocking with Ji Wanrong's hand.
Mo Junfeng's right hand was cold, and the skin was delicate but not warm at all. Ji Wanrong felt like he was stroking the skin of a poisonous snake.
The hairs all over Ji Wanrong's body suddenly stood up. She reflexively wanted to shake Mo Junfeng away, but Mo Junfeng kept his fingers tightly intertwined with hers.
The calluses on my fingertips became more obvious.
Then he slowly looked up at Ji Wanrong, with faint excitement in his eyes, and said in a low voice: "Rong'er, do you like calling you this?"
"Since Rong'er has said this, there is no need for me to hide it. My younger brother and Rong'er have been in love for a long time. Now Rong'er is impatient and asks the emperor to fulfill his wish!"
Oh my gosh! The man and woman in front of them are so good-looking that they look like a match made in heaven.
And that pretty boy was still holding Ji Wanrong's hand tightly, provoking him weakly!
When Mo Jiecheng thought of this, he felt a fishy taste in his throat.
Before Mo Junfeng finished speaking, Ji Wanrong heard the sound of a fist blowing past her ears.
Then there was a bang, a muffled sound of a fist hitting flesh, and Mo Junfeng was punched by Mo Jiecheng and flew out.
Ji Wanrong hurriedly clenched his fists, walked quickly to the back of Mo Jiecheng, and stared at Mo Junfeng's face.
"She is your sister-in-law! How can you covet your sister-in-law!!"
Mo Jiecheng roared and immediately rode on Mo Junfeng.
"The former! It's the former sister-in-law!" Mo Junfeng roared, his head flashing left and right to avoid Mo Jiecheng's fists.
"Then she was about to throw away your hand, but what did you mean by holding it tightly?" Mo Jiecheng gritted his teeth and punched his flowery face again.
The two fought, but due to Mo Jiecheng's strength, Mo Junfeng was actually beaten unilaterally. Ji Wanrong did not stop him, but carefully observed Mo Junfeng's expression.
Mo Junfeng's facial features were wrinkled together, and he looked like he was in extreme pain.
Even after being beaten by Mo Jiecheng, blood oozed from the corners of his mouth, but the micro-expression on his face did not show real anger, and even some...enjoyment?
Ji Wanrong was slightly shocked by his conclusion.
"It is unlucky for me to meet you and your wife!" Mo Junfeng raised his eyes and looked at Mo Junfeng, with anger in his eyes.
When Mo Jiecheng heard this, he paused and felt suddenly happy.
He retracted his hand gracefully, slowly stood up from Mo Junfeng, and then patted his robe with disgust.
No one noticed that another figure stood at the door of the morgue.
Ji Yunyao stood at the door with an expressionless face and heard everything going on in the house, especially the conversation between Ji Wanrong and Mo Junfeng.
Ji Yunyao closed her eyes, covering up the hatred in her eyes, and then hurriedly left with her skirt in hand.
Seeing Mo Junfeng get up from the ground with great difficulty, Mo Jiecheng snorted provocatively and did not help.
He took a step to the left with his long legs, held Ji Wanrong's hand firmly, and then, regardless of Ji Wanrong's resistance, he linked his fingers with hers forcefully.
Ji Wanrong looked at her speechlessly, and suddenly scratched Mo Jiecheng's face with his left hand that was not restrained.
Mo Jiecheng yelled, let go of Ji Wanrong's hand, took two steps back, his face became like a tabby cat, and Mo Junfeng laughed out loud.
Ji Wanrong heard the laughter in her ears, and all of Mo Junfeng's doubts flashed through her mind. She suddenly felt that the air in the room was extremely dull.
Ji Wanrong stared at Mo Junfeng, took a few steps back, then opened the door to the house and strode out.
Although the air outside the room was cold, it was refreshing, making Ji Wanrong's mind suddenly clear.
When Mo Jiecheng saw that Ji Wanrong was gone, he no longer wanted to care about Mo Junfeng in the room, and hurriedly chased after Ji Wanrong.
When Ji Wanrong walked a few steps, he smelled the familiar scent of fir trees again on his nose.
Probably because of habit, the smell of fir on Mo Jiecheng's body was more reassuring to Ji Wanrong than the smell of disinfectant on Mo Junfeng's body.
Ji Wanrong turned his head slightly, and what he saw was his handsome face like a tabby cat. His hands were naturally hanging by his sides at this moment, but he didn't dare to hold her hand.
"What are you doing here again?"
Mo Jiecheng slapped his thigh and said proudly: "I'm investigating the case! I have serious business to do!"
When he mentioned this, Ji Wanrong was silent for a moment, then turned his head inadvertently and looked into the morgue he had just come out of.
What he saw was Mo Junfeng leaning loosely against the morgue, his pale and bloodless face looking at Ji Wanrong with a half-smile.
