Controlling the Time-Traveling Woman: My Wife is Not to be Trifled With

Chapter 5 Traveling through food and "good" drama 3
"Well, well, I want it very much." If she got it, she could show it off.

Ah, what a charm is the charm of ancient clothing.

Duan Yixuan, who didn't know what Mo Wuci was thinking, thought that under his smile there was another lovely girl who had fallen in love. If he knew that Mo Wuci cared about the clothes he promised, he would probably be so angry that he vomited blood.

"If that's the case, then you come with me." Seeing that Mo Wuci really did what he wanted, Duan Yixuan left without even looking at the person on the bed.

That woman still doesn't know Duan Yixuan left today, and she doesn't know when she will meet again.Her status is humble, but she can't help falling in love with him, the prince who is passionate but not sentimental.

She was originally a green lotus in a brothel, emerging from the mud without being stained. In order to rescue the aphrodisiac Duan Yixuan was taking, she did not hesitate to sacrifice her perfect body.

Duan Yixuan's indifferent departure made her more aware of human nature. Without her best barrier, can she still ensure her safety in the brothel?
"Hey, you just leave like this, what should that woman do?" Mo Wuci hurriedly followed behind Duan Yixuan, but he was even more curious, where would he put that woman?

Duan Yixuan gave Mo Wuci a hard look, and said, "Don't worry about it."

Mo Wuci's words could not help but stab Duan Yixuan's wound, if he hadn't been conspired by someone because of his inattention, how could he be controlled by others.

He will definitely make those who framed him pay a heavy price, and Mo Wuci can just take advantage of it.

Anyone who offends Duan Yixuan will get the lesson they deserve!
"Tch, if you don't say it, don't say it. I don't want to know that much, huh!" Mo Wuci turned her head away indifferently, since she was just talking casually anyway.

"My lord, you are back. Lord Sun said he has something to ask for you, and he is waiting in the hall." Just as Duan Yixuan walked outside the house, the door was opened, and the person who opened the door was an old man whose real age could not be seen.

The years have left too many traces on his face, the white hair on his head is more than ordinary people, and the same is true for his beard.He said that he couldn't tell his actual age because his figure didn't match his appearance, and he didn't even use a crutch.

(End of this chapter)