Refusing to marry a wealthy family: the young mistress fled 99 times

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows is a gust of wind and showers, the petals are beaten by the rain, and the branches and leaves are shaking in the wind and rain.

Servants came and went in the hall, making final preparations for the arrival of Ji Ziang and Wen Xinnuan.

Only on Jian Chenche's side was there a stagnant silence.

After a while, Mengkui calmed down and raised her head, said with a smile:

"The beauty said that she will not hurt you, you are her brother, and the freedom to imprison you is also temporary."

"..."

"You seem to have lost a lot of weight. Hasn't this half month been very hard?"

"..."

"Ah, by the way, in fact, if you like children, you can find a woman to carry her as a surrogate. That's how the beauty and the young master met back then." Mengkui racked her brains to think about the topic, trying to break the silence.

Jian Chenche stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows and didn't say a word.

Meng Kui picked up the avocado on the table: "This avocado tastes very good, shall I peel one for you?"

"..."

Anyway, Mengkui was used to Jian Chenche who didn't talk, so she peeled a pear and told interesting stories one after another, wondering if Jian Chenche was listening, as if it didn't matter if he listened or not.

As long as her voice is ringing, her heart will not be so uncomfortable.

Mengkui talks by herself and laughs by herself, as if in a self-directed and self-acted story.

She and Jian Chenche, isn't she always singing solo?

The torrential rain came one after another, beating on the glass, and tears like drops of water flowed down.

Disastrous petals were falling on the flowerbed, and when Jian Chenche heard the woman's approaching footsteps, all the muscles in her body tensed up.

"Boss Jane, I've eaten pears!" Mengkui pretended to be happy, "Here you are."

"..."

"Are you so troubled because you are thinking about the child?"

She tentatively asked with some unwillingness: "Actually, I have an idea. I can help you give birth, and then you don't need to find a surrogate mother. Isn't this a good idea?"

Jian Chenche suddenly turned around: "Don't even think about it!"

Mengkui's face turned pale, and she quickly smiled: "You finally spoke."

"..."

"I know you won't agree, I just want you to respond to me." Mengkui smiled again, holding a sliced ​​pear in her hand, and inserted a toothpick, "Try it?"

"Why haven't you disappeared yet?"

His eyes hurt when he saw the smile on her face...

It's so bright and dazzling, I really want to take off that smiling mask!

How can a woman be so thick-skinned, so heartless, and still laugh at this kind of time!

Sure enough, Meng Kui's heart stopped after being stabbed, her smile remained the same: "Tonight..."

"..."

"Or now?"

So eager to let her go?

She said incoherently, "I thought I would disappear after the banquet. Of course I will keep my word. You see, it's rare that I'm dressed so beautifully tonight, right? I want you to take a closer look..."

Jian Chenche glanced at her, then looked at the rainstorm outside the window without interest.

The dark night against the glass is like a mirror, Meng Kui stands behind him holding a plate, her slender skirt accompanies her innocent face, cute and sexy.

She stared at his back, the smile on her face became more and more lonely, and her raised hands were a little tired.

Forget it.

Has he ever seen any beauties?

Compared with Jing Jiaren, she is too far behind, too far...

Mengkui's figure flickered, and she used her last strength to raise a smile: "Okay, I'm leaving."