Madam not allowed to remarry

Chapter 42
Meng Baiyun was changing clothes in the room, and her old acquaintance, Fu Rong, waited on her.

After experiencing the delivery, Fu Rong admired her with all her eyes.

In addition to admiration, I am even more grateful.

"Thanks to Ms. Meng last time, my miss and young master were safe and sound."

"What's for what's for."

Hearing the word "duty", Fu Rong held back her curiosity for a long time, and blurted out: "Miss Meng is a doctor?"

"Yes, it doesn't count."

How should I put it, from the perspective of the soul, she is an out-and-out doctor.

But now this body, what a doctor, is a widow.

Fu Rong put on a pink blouse for her, with a curious look on her face: "What does it mean to count?"

Little girl, it's no fun to get to the bottom of it.

Meng Baiyun laughed and then changed the topic: "Your young master is full moon."

"It's full, and the meat is very cute. Now that the weather is warmer and I don't wear much clothes, it's even more flattering. Those little arms and legs are like lotus roots. I can't help but want to take a bite."

That little guy really should grow up white and fat, and it's not in vain that his mother almost took her life to give birth to him.

Talking to Furong about mothers and babies, the two talked a lot.

After putting on the clothes and opening the door, there was a little girl waiting outside the door, she was very respectful when she saw Fu Rong: "Sister Fu Rong, the master said, the guest has changed his clothes, and he will take him to the Liuliyuan first, the young lady wants to see the guest."

Fu Rong turned her head and smiled sweetly at Meng Baiyun: "Miss knows you're here, Miss Meng, come with me."

Liuliyuan.

I was in a hurry when I came last time, and then I saw the room full of blood and midwifery, and my mind went blank.

It is only now that I realize that this courtyard is exquisite and unique, with carved beams and painted buildings, simple yet generous.

When Meng Baiyun entered, the eaves were dripping with rain after the rain, and a maid waited respectfully at the door, seeing her coming up to meet her.

"The girl is here, servant girl Yueying, come in quickly."

"Oh."

Followed in, the room was a bit stuffy, and the windows were closed.

Meng Baiyun frowned slightly.

"Why is there no ventilation in the room?"

Yue Ying hurriedly said: "The young master has a little cough these few days, Miss is afraid that the young master will catch a cold."

"It's not bad to cover the wind and cold. Open the window to let in the air. Also, although the orchids are good, it's too much to put so many in the room."

Looking around the whole room, there are seventeen or eight pots of orchids at least.

Seeing her serious and somewhat disgusted and critical expression, Yueying didn't know how to deal with it.

Outside the door, came an impolite voice.

"Is putting orchids in someone's room bothering you? How can you be so unruly when you point fingers at someone's house casually?"

Meng Baiyun was startled, then turned around, and a playful light-yellow figure stood at the door, with exquisite and beautiful features, slightly raised chin, and proud eyes.

Fu Rong and Yue Ying called out respectfully: "Miss Shen."

The girl surnamed Shen still looked at Meng Baiyun arrogantly, and let out a cold snort, which made Meng Baiyun baffled.

Did she kill the whole family or owe her 300 million.

If there is no gap in memory, she doesn't seem to know her, but this man clearly looked at him with provocative and hostile eyes.

The atmosphere is delicate, and unhappiness breeds as quickly as bacteria.

The two just looked at me, I looked at you, and they were looking at each other.

Until the third person walked out of the room.

"Miss Shen, are you here too?"

"Sister Dai Luo, I've already told you that you can just call me Qiluo, Miss Shen, Miss Shen, what a birth."

(End of this chapter)