When a husband who has been married for three years loses his memory

Chapter 130 Extra Story 12: Meng Antong's Story, It Doesn't Matter Who It Is

Xu Jiyao unhurriedly shook the wine glass in his hand, the crystal clear wine reflected the pair of smiling but slightly cold eyes.

"Sorry, Auntie," he said, "I don't know how to drink."

Hearing the man addressing her, the woman's smiling face immediately froze.

Ah, aunt?

is she that old

The smile on the woman's face could hardly be maintained, and she reminded the other party with a forced smile: "Third Young Master, I am only 22 years old this year."

Xu Jiyao pretended to be surprised, then smiled apologetically: "I thought you were about the same age as my mother."

This is almost saying that women look old.

The woman almost vomited blood from being pierced by the other party's knife, and she couldn't maintain her elegant demeanor anymore.

I hurriedly found an excuse that I needed to touch up my makeup and left.

Xu Jiyao looked at the back of the woman running away in panic, put the wine glass in his hand to his lips and took a sip with an indifferent expression.

When his eyes rolled around, he caught Meng Antong's gaze unexpectedly.

Meng Antong didn't feel the slightest embarrassment of watching others being caught, but instead slightly raised the wine glass in his hand, and clinked glasses with the other party in the air.

Xu Jiyao also responded with the same action, and the two took a sip of wine at the same time, and then went their separate ways.

At the birthday banquet, the clothes were fragrant and the temples were shadowed, and the cups and cups were intertwined. Meng Antong listened to the gossip of the rich second generation, and gradually wandered into the sky.

While she was in a trance, she picked up the wine mechanically and drank it.

The rich second generation next to her was very kind. Seeing that her glass was out of wine, he immediately filled it up for her.

When he came to his senses, Meng Antong didn't know how many glasses of wine he had drunk.

Her alcohol capacity is not bad, but she also feels a little drunk at this time.

Meng Antong stood up, ready to go outside to blow some air.

The He family thoughtfully prepared honey water for the guests, so when Meng Antong went out, he still had a glass of honey water in his hand.

Randomly found an empty bench and sat down, Meng Antong looked up at the night with a little starlight, and involuntarily recalled what happened with Gu Zheng in his mind.

At this moment, footsteps sounded suddenly.

Then Meng Antong heard someone say: "Miss, are you alone?"

She heard the sound and looked over, it was a man in a suit and leather shoes, who looked more refined and honest.

Meng Antong has seen too many ways to strike up a conversation, and the other party did not hide his purpose.

Although the other party's appearance is not particularly handsome, but it is still decent, Meng Antong nodded: "Yes."

"It's a bit noisy in the hall." The man said tentatively, "Miss, would you mind sharing half of my chair?"

Meng Antong glanced at the empty bench not far away, raised his eyebrows slightly, and said with a smile, "Yes."

The man sat down beside her, and began to search for various topics in order to get closer.

Meng Antong is a real face control, even if a man's face doesn't attract her, his humorous conversation and demeanor still make her feel a little interested.

There is a faint fragrance of flowers in the yard, which is quite pleasant.

Meng Antong's mood involuntarily relaxed, and his brain became a little dizzy, and the man's voice seemed to be getting farther and farther away from her.

He tilted his head and leaned against the shoulder of the man beside him.

Xu Jiyao was too lazy to deal with those women who wanted to get close to him, so he went outside to avoid the limelight.

Walking forward, I saw two people sitting on a chair not far away, one of them lowered his head, as if kissing the person beside him.

Not intending to disturb other people's good deeds, when Xu Jiyao was about to change places, the cell phone in his pocket suddenly rang.

The man on the bench was startled, and immediately raised his head, looking around.

Who disturbed his good business?
He was almost able to kiss a woman's lips.

The man looked towards Xu Jiyao, probably recognized him, the man got up in a panic and said hello: "Third Young Master."

He got up together, and the woman who was leaning on his shoulder lost support and fell down on the bench naturally.

Xu Jiyao glanced at the man, and then slowly shifted his gaze to the girl lying on the bench.

The clothes look familiar.

It looked like the dress Meng Antong wore.

Xu Jiyao raised his foot and walked over, the man seemed a little flustered: "Third Young Master, what's the matter? She's my girlfriend, she's just drunk."

After approaching, Xu Jiyao finally saw the girl's face clearly.

He turned his head to look at the man, and said with a half-smile: "Your girlfriend?"

The man bit the bullet and nodded: "Yes."

Xu Jiyao said slowly: "Do you know who she is?"

Hearing this, the man was stunned, and then showed hesitation.

He didn't have time to ask the other party's name.

Xu Jiyao said softly, "I didn't know that the stepdaughter of the Lu family, the granddaughter of the Meng family had a boyfriend like you?"

The stepdaughter of the Lu family?

The granddaughter of the Meng family?
Is it the Lu family he thought of?
The man looked horrified, and subconsciously looked at the sleeping girl.

Xu Jiyao's voice sounded like a devil in the man's ear: "So, who is she to you?"

The man panicked and hurriedly wanted to explain: "I..."

Before he finished speaking, several people jumped out from nowhere, covered the man's mouth, and brought him down.

The surroundings became calm again.

Xu Jiyao looked at Meng Antong who was lying on the bench, and planned to call people from the Lu family to take her away.

As soon as he took out his mobile phone, the person on the bench let out a groan.

Then grabbed his hand and spit out a hot word: "Hot..."

Probably feeling that his hands were cold, Meng Antong grabbed his hands and pressed them to her face, rubbing them against her face.

Xu Jiyao narrowed his eyes slightly, trying to pull out his hand, but failed.

He called the other party's name: "Meng Antong, let go."

Meng Antong couldn't hear what he was saying at all, but hugged his hand even tighter.

Xu Jiyao: "..."

Considering the relationship between Xu and Lu's family, Xu Jiyao didn't take out his hand again, and generously borrowed the other party's hug.

But without noticing for a while, he was dragged down by Meng Antong.

Fortunately, he supported the back of the chair quickly with his eyesight and hands, which prevented him from falling on Meng Antong's body.

Before he could get angry, a pair of soft hands suddenly wrapped his arms around his neck, and then the soft fragrance mixed with the smell of wine entered his nostrils.

Xu Jiyao's downcast eyes met a pair of drunken eyes, and he said in a low voice: "Did you do it on purpose?"

Meng Antong looked at him, the distance between the two of them was as close as if their breaths were intertwined.

"Why..." she murmured.

Xu Jiyao: "I should ask you this."

Meng Antong suddenly smiled, and then got closer to him: "Feelings are not important, then..."

Xu Jiyao was waiting for her next words, but in the next second, there was a touch of warmth on his lips.

Xu Jiyao's eyes widened suddenly, and when he was not prepared, the sly fox entered the door of his house and began to behave mischievously.

This kiss is like aphrodisiac (a metaphor) and kindles a fire.

Xu Jiyao pushed Meng Antong away, staring at her with deep eyes: "Meng Antong, do you know who I am?"

"Who is it..." Meng Antong stared at him for a few seconds, then moved closer to his neck, "It doesn't matter who it is..."

Xu Jiyao hissed suddenly, and Meng Antong actually bit him.

This bite seems to have bitten out Xu Jiyao's backlog of anger.

He pinched Meng Antong's chin and said in a hoarse voice, "You were the one who spoke first."

It's also you who said it doesn't matter.

Passing through the bend of Meng Antong's feet with one hand, Xu Jiyao firmly hugged him up, and strode away from the courtyard with the fragrance of flowers.

With the wind blowing, the fragrance of the flowers seemed to become more intense, and there was a faint lingering sound of the wind caressing the delicate petals.

　An Tong’s story will be finished after writing the next chapter. I’m not sure when the new book will be released. I have a lot of ideas at the moment, but I haven’t written any of them~
　　
　
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