Madam not allowed to remarry

Chapter 536

Meng Shijun has loved her mother deeply all his life. Is there any man in this world who can love her so much?

On that snowy night, her mother must have been dancing for Meng Shijun.

That repressed, unsure, feeling that I want to accept but don't know how to accept.

So, who is she dancing for now.

With such a sad and sad mood.

The flying snow all over the sky is like paper money for sacrificial offerings, flying in the air profusely, and finally falls into the soil bag, ashes to ashes, and dust to dust.

Who is it, who wants to return to ashes and ashes with her.

The rotation under her feet gradually became more rapid, as if there were too many emotions in her chest that could not be relieved, but in the end, because of the inconvenience of the artificial leg, she fell heavily, snowflakes were sprinkled all over her hair, and strands of long hair fell down. white.

She was slightly taken aback, and stretched out her hand to gently brush her long hair. Fortunately, it was just snow.

Why did she have gray hair overnight for that person.

Staggering to his feet, he took a step when a low sigh came from behind him.

She turned around and saw Mo Shengxiao.

"Why are you here?"

"I walked past here with Aohan."

"He was there just now?"

"How could you not notice our breath?"

"Don't you care?"

Since he was with Long Aohan, he could only become a stranger with her.

Mo Shengxiao didn't seem to be surprised that he touched such a nail, looking at Meng Baiyun's leg: "Are you okay, I'll take you back."

"No need."

"Xuan Shi has been thinking of you, and Xuan Fu also misses you very much."

Looking at her back, he seemed to want to try his best to say something that had nothing to do with Long Aohan to make her feel better.

She just responded lightly: "En."

"tomorrow……"

"I won't show mercy."

"..."

There was a brief silence in the air, and Meng Baiyun had already stepped on the snow and left.

Mo Shengxiao stared at her back in a daze, is it really going to be like this?
Was he wrong this time?
If it was the eldest brother, would he choose the same as him?
Aohan has changed, and it is obvious that people dare not recognize each other, but for the brotherhood of more than ten years, he still chose Long Aohan.

Just now seeing Meng Baiyun zhemei dancing, his cold back under the moonlight looked like an elf who had lost his soul, he suddenly felt that he was wrong.

However, he couldn't convince Long Aohan to love Meng Baiyun, nor could he persuade Meng Baiyun to get together and stay away, and he couldn't even convince himself to get out and leave the two of them alone.

The unswerving love until death, the enviable protection, how could it become like this.

How can Aohan explain the emotion in his eyes when he saw the white clouds dancing just now?
Is it really completely unfeeling, or deep down in my heart, I feel guilty towards Meng Baiyun.

What will the arena be like tomorrow?
*
The Hejia Mountain Villa in the early morning is shrouded in a blanket of white snow.

Meng Baiyun has been standing at the window all night.

The pure white world is spotless.

The first snow after the new year, covered in silver, lavishly sprinkled all night, and now there are still a few light snowfalls, with no sign of stopping, but it has washed the whole world clean and transparent.

The air is cool and inhaled into the lungs, refreshing.
Xiangu woke up from the cold, and sneezed: "Ha Qiu."

Opening his eyes, Meng Baiyun was turning his head to look at her, fighting against the light, and the sky was not bright yet, her face was a little hazy, and there seemed to be a faint smile on the corner of her mouth, Xiangu suddenly got excited and sat up suddenly: "Huh, I thought I was dreaming. I dreamed that you were dead. I thought you were a soul. Why did you get up so early?"

"kindness."

"You didn't sleep, did you?"

"kindness."

"Crazy woman, aren't you cold if you wear so little?"

Saying that, she got into the bed.

Meng Baiyun nodded: "It's cold, but it's very comfortable."

"It really is a crazy woman, it's still early, I'll sleep a little longer."

"it is good."

Meng Baiyun closed the window and walked to the door. When he was about to pull the door open, Xiangu said in a lukewarm way: "Have a good night's sleep and recharge your batteries, have you heard of the word?"

"I'm going for a walk."

"madman."

With the quilt raised, Xiangu doesn't want to care about Meng Baiyun anymore, as long as she doesn't torment herself to death.

She knew that she felt uncomfortable.

These days and nights I live in the same room with her, and I can always be woken up by her suppressed groans in the middle of the night. I look at her with a lamp, sweating profusely, as if in a nightmare, but because I have taken hypnotics, I can’t wake up. After tossing around until she woke up at dawn, the deep and depressed voice would stop.

She knew that she was in pain.

Last night she folded plums and danced, she saw it, but met another group of spectators, and felt that it was too cold, so she turned around and came back.

But she is kind of strange, how could Long Aohan have that expression in his eyes when he watched Meng Baiyun dance.

It seems to be wondering about something, it seems to be displeased, the kind of displeasure that cannot be resolved because of doubts, to be precise, that expression is like asking why she wants to dance, and why I feel uncomfortable seeing her dance.

Yes, that's the expression.

But after a quick glance, he couldn't see it clearly, and Xiangu was actually not sure.

Perhaps, he was just worrying about his fiancée's illness.

Xiangu rolled up the quilt, closed his eyes, buried himself in himself and went back to sleep.

There are many troubles in the world, so she wants to be a person who is detached from the world. If you can't get it, don't force it. If you get it, you won't be greedy.

Well, that's it, go to sleep.

*
Meng Baiyun didn't expect to run into servants who came to invite her to dinner as soon as she left the yard.

It was sent by the young owner of the He Family Villa.

The young owner did not show up at the meeting of the heroes. It is said that he has been weak since he was a child, and it is inconvenient to see guests.

As for his request to see "Wuyou" by name, Meng Baiyun was very surprised.

At first she didn't want to go, but the servant said that the place is not far away, just in front of the stove, her young master has been waiting for a long time, and she has something important to say to her.

The words "important things" attracted Meng Baiyun.

So I followed.

Indeed, it is not far away. Once you get out of the fireplace, it looks like a gazebo in summer, but it is covered with thick sheepskin cloth in winter, and a few small windows are opened on it, and they are pulled by pull ropes. As long as you loosen a little, the windows will will fall.

Now there is only one window open, and the heating comes out from the inside, and there is still a bit of fog.

Meng Baiyun entered through the front door through the fingerprints of his subordinates. As soon as he entered, he was greeted with a burst of fragrance.

In the small warm pavilion, the floor was covered with thick woolen felt. A man with a sickly pale complexion and wearing a goose-yellow gown sat cross-legged on the thick blanket. In front of him was a square low table with a A stove was burning water, and the steaming water seeped from the stove to the charcoal fire under the stove, giving off a faint smell of charcoal.

The smell was not good, but he seemed to be used to it.

His face was slightly red, and he politely asked Meng Baiyun.

"Sit down, worry-free girl."

Meng Baiyun wore a bamboo hat when she came out. Now that the place is small, her attire seemed to take up too much space. There was a flower table behind her, and the bamboo hat almost knocked off the plum blossom vase on the flower table when she sat down.

A plum blossom in the bottle looked familiar.

Seeing her looking at the plum blossom, the pale young man coughed lightly: "Girl, you can take off your mask. I was lucky enough to witness your appearance last night."

It turned out that it was the plum blossom she had folded and danced as a novice.

Meng Baiyun didn't hesitate and took off his bamboo hat.

She has recently been bred by the fat bug, and her cheeks have plumped up. Naturally, she no longer looks like a haggard skull. In fact, it was just an exaggeration in Shixiangu. Well, the outline of the facial features is beautiful no matter what, but it is a little bit fleshy, and after not being so thin, it looks even more stunning and intoxicating.

The people in front of them were dumbfounded.

Last night, I just saw a general outline through a strange binoculars given by my father. The cool figure dancing under the plum tree on a snowy night has lingered in my heart until now, and I can't get rid of it overnight.

Although he knew it was abrupt, he couldn't help it, and invited his servants to invite him early in the morning, hoping to have breakfast with the beautiful woman.

Now that I look closely, I realize that yesterday was just a glimpse of the leopard, only a tenth of the beauty's appearance.

She is beautiful, breathtakingly beautiful.

In other words, the beauty of appearance is only secondary, and she is beautiful to the bone.

The indifferent demeanor, the coolness of dancing on a snowy night, the alienation in the depths of the eyes and the pain that can't be easily grasped, all these attracted him like poison.

"I haven't introduced myself yet, Miss Wuyou, my name is He Yongning, and I am the young master of the He Family Villa."

She knew that the servant who brought her had already said so.

She said indifferently: "Master He condemned me to come here, saying that there is something important to tell, what is it?"

Although her tone was as polite as possible, she was distant and repulsive.

He Yongning didn't care, or rather, he just liked her like that.

"Miss Wuyou, I'm actually fine, I just want to invite the girl to have breakfast."

Meng Baiyun was taken aback, it hurts to be idle.

She is not available.

Standing up, her tone was even more indifferent: "I have a group arena match today, I am busy, so I will not accompany you."

Seeing that she was about to leave, He Yongning became anxious and wanted to sit up, but fell back to his seat in embarrassment.

Only then did Meng Baiyun realize that his legs seemed to be...

He also suddenly lowered his head in low self-esteem, and his voice was low: "Sorry, I just want to treat you to breakfast."

Meng Baiyun glanced at his legs, he seemed to realize it, and his expression became more and more inferior.

Meng Baiyun hesitated for a moment, then returned to his seat.

Maybe it's the sympathy between the disabled and the sick.

He seemed surprised, a little flattered, a little vivid red appeared on his young face, adding a little vitality to this sickly face.

"Would you like to have breakfast with me?"

"I also want to eat it, since it's the young master's treat, why don't I do it."

"Then, then send it up quickly." Because of his excitement, his tone changed a little.

The servants serving outside hurriedly got to work.

After a while, the small low table was full of food, various side dishes, and various porridges. It seemed that there were generous words on them that you could choose.

(End of this chapter)