Madam not allowed to remarry

Chapter 541 Can He Satisfy You?
　She was still very calm and continued on to the next item as if she was narrating.

"Jealousy, let it be established, I was jealous before."

She thought of the scene when she saw Lan Yi for the first time, she was snuggled into his arms, the two of them were intimate, and she was furious, thinking about it now, it was all regarded as a monkey show by their brothers and sisters.

Her expression was still calm, and when she saw the last word, she chuckled lightly: "Disease, established, my legs are useless, it's not much worse than the sickness."

He looked at her legs in surprise.

what did she say?
The legs are useless.

Meng Baiyun has already returned to the second point: "This one, established."

Just two words, not even a redundant explanation.

She took the rice paper and wrote.

Long Aohan was stunned by the words of divorce letter, her handwriting was exactly the same as his script.

Meng Baiyun didn't seem to have any feelings, he was used to writing. Back then, he copied his handwriting over and over again. When he missed him and read him, he just read the books he had read over and over again. This way of leading troops, she forcibly imagined his focused and serious expression when he read it, so she forced herself to read it interestingly. She would take out the calligraphy and paintings in his collection and some letters and notes written by herself, and copied them again and again. once.

So much so that, in the end, she even forgot her original handwriting.

His notes are in very standard italics, vigorous but clean and elegant.

She took out his divorce letter, minus the childlessness and theft, and copied it again. Finally, she went to the drawer and looked through it for a while, but she couldn't find the red Indonesian. She went back to the table, bit her thumb, Facing the handprint of the last woman, press it down.

That's it.

It seems that the pain will not hurt until it reaches the extreme.

It could also be pain numbness.

He used the seven crimes to humiliate her, he was really cruel.

Well, as he wishes, as he wishes.

However, the hand that pressed the fingerprint was suddenly restrained by a pair of big palms.

She looked up, and he looked at her blankly.

She saw it with a smirk: "Why, you are not satisfied with what I have changed, and you have to convict me of seven crimes, so that you can relieve your only hatred?"

"Meng Baiyun, I drafted this letter of divorce temporarily. I may have wronged you for many things. I will take it back and rewrite it, so before I divorce you, you will never get married. Do you think I will let you stare at Mrs. Long?" The name, marry another man, cuckold me?"

He still cares about this.

Meng Baiyun pushed his hand away, and pressed down on the position of the handprint: "There is no need to make another draft. You have not wronged me. I will not admit childlessness and theft. I will confess everything else. Long Aohan, you don't have to. Hypocrisy, hypocrisy, one less and more, it doesn't matter to me."

The handprint fell heavily, and Long Aohan's heart suddenly felt like a heavy blow at that moment.

Meng Baiyun couldn't feel better, she was in so much pain that she couldn't breathe. Eight years of relationship was over.

So aggrieved.

It's so fucking wronged.

Turning her back, she pretended to be indifferent, walked to the dressing table, and tried on the phoenix crown: "It's okay, you can go, I won't give you Tianxiang Cardamom."

"hiss!"

The sound of the decree being torn apart behind him was particularly ear-piercing.

She turned her head, and saw fragments on the ground, as well as Long Aohan's stern and excited eyes: "Then you try."

what to try
marriage?

Or take away the Tianxiang cardamom?

She smiled: "Your letter of divorce was not because you were afraid that I would cuckold you, but to make trouble. You wanted me to understand that I am still your wife, Long Aohan. Don't even think about marrying Hejia Villa. To Tianxiang cardamom? You don't need to take the trouble to remind me of my identity. Don't forget, my name is Wuyou now, not Meng Baiyun. No one knows whether I have a marriage history. My three people, if they wanted to stand up and identify me, they would have stood up a long time ago. You can't stop this marriage, just like you can't stop me from getting Tianxiang Cardamom."

She purposely kept her words vague, and didn't mention at all that the owner of He Zhuang didn't use Tianxiang cardamom as a dowry gift for this marriage.

She just wanted to see his angry, distorted, cold, and sinister eyes like this at the moment.

Only in this way can she cut off all her thoughts.

"Really? I can't stop it, can I? Just wait and see."

He turned around and left, leaving debris and a drop of red phoenix coronet on the ground. When he went out, he just passed over her wedding dress, leaving a deep dust mark. She glanced indifferently, and went over to the maid's The acupoints were unlocked, and before the maid was surprised by what had just happened, she said lightly, "I tried on the clothes, but I didn't like them, so I changed to something else."

"Miss, just now..."

"Don't go soon."

Meng Baiyun said coldly, the little girl didn't dare to ask any more questions, she always felt that if someone came in, she would faint, why is the ground so messy, what is this piece of paper.

Reaching out to clean up, Meng Baiyun stopped.

She is as quiet as a cicada, this wife-to-be has always been indifferent and difficult to get along with, but she is still cooperative in the matter of getting married, why is she so fierce today.

Not daring to touch the scattered things on the ground, she ran out in a hurry.

Meng Baiyun turned around, and the internal force in her hands was concentrated, and the pieces of paper seemed to be carried by the wind, and they were all taken into her palm.

She kneaded it harder, and the pieces of paper turned into confetti, falling from the palm of her hand little by little, like snowflakes, scattered all over the room.

In just a few days of hard work, her skill has improved a lot.

Looking at herself in the mirror, there are faint criss-crossing black lines on her face. Although she can't see clearly because of the heavy makeup, the disordered breath in her body tells her that just now, because of anger and grief, she almost went mad again. up.

　 The person who used to be able to easily provoke her to be full of joy has now become an enemy who can easily provoke her to go crazy.

Oh, the world is unpredictable, people's hearts are not ancient, who would have thought that they would come to such a point where swords are on the verge of breaking out.

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Meng Baiyun's wedding dress was sent a new set the next day, and it was a little too big after trying it on. The embroiderer immediately changed it, because it was the wedding day, and it was too late to prepare.

Fortunately, the embroiderer's skillful hands made it fit perfectly.

It is said that it was one of the three sets brought by Princess Huige overnight from Yangcheng, the capital city of Southern Chu, and it was made by the best bride-to-be embroidery house in Yangcheng.

The threading, stitching, embroidery, patterns, and fabrics are all above the middle, but the layers of happy colors did not make the bride's face look so happy.

　 But only Xi Po and the servant girl can see it.

After leaving the room, he put on the red hijab, who knows how indifferent his face is under the hijab.

Not sad or happy, just like other people's business.

There is no pleasure of revenge, but my heart is much calmer.

When her hands were taken into the palms by a pair of slightly cool hands, she saw He Yongning, who was thin and thin, through the red hijab.

He was not tall, so that she could see his chin when she adjusted her direction a little. The corners of his mouth were raised high, and even the muscles on the chin showed a look of joy.

Meng Baiyun could hardly see where the corner of his mouth was grinning, but he just felt that getting rid of his selfish and crazy thoughts and proceeding from the perspective of pure kindness could make the rest of this person's life better, which was considered a merit.

If there is an afterlife, let her never meet Long Aohan.

"Worriless, I will treat you well, with all I have."

His promise was somewhat shy.

Meng Baiyun responded softly: "Yes."

He was overjoyed, and held her hand tightly, and the maid outside opened the door and came in, oops.

"Young master, why are you here? It's not auspicious to meet before marriage. You should go back quickly, otherwise Xi Po will see you later and insist on scolding you to death. Young master, you are really impatient. Tonight, Miss Wuyou It's your person, look at you, you can't wait for this moment."

It was such a good day that the maid dared to be so big or small, and He Yongning blushed and embarrassed because of a few words from the maid.

"I'm leaving now. I just want to take a look. Don't starve her. We don't pay much attention to the wedding banquet. Don't let her have an empty stomach."

On the day of the wedding banquet, after Xi Niang went out of her mother's house in the morning to eat dumplings of the same age, she was not allowed to eat for a day.

He Yongning was afraid of starving his bride.

The servant girl repeatedly said: "Young master, go away quickly, I feel sorry for you, the princess has already ordered, if the young lady wants to eat, let her eat."

"Oh, then, take care of her, I'm leaving."

"Let's go, let's go."

"Coax" He Yongning away, and the maid returned to the room with a smile on her face, "I told you that you are not allowed to meet before marriage, and the owner over there has sent someone to watch over the young master. I don't know how he slipped out. It's really refreshing for happy occasions." , today's young master is extraordinarily energetic, maybe he can't do it at night... cough cough, I'm sorry girl, I can't hold back my words."

The He Family Villa is martial arts, so the maids are not ordinary people, the people of the Jianghu, naturally there is nothing to block their tongues.

Meng Baiyun didn't mind.

The girl was silent.

A pair of feet gradually approached Meng Baiyun, embroidered with black gold thread, men's shoes.

Thinking that He Yongning had sneaked back again, she suddenly felt that this man was really a little anxious. Since she agreed to marry, she would not regret it.

"Go away, we can see you at night."

"Hmph, you're looking forward to it. You think that sick child can satisfy you."

A mocking voice, a familiar tone.

Meng Baiyun lifted the red hood, and met Long Aohan's indifferent and disdainful eyes.

"On the day you and I got married, I held a big rooster in my arms, and you were never satisfied with me. I still foolishly followed you for eight years. Carnal desires, passing by, what I want, he may not be able to give, But he will do his best for me.”

His face darkened instantly.

"So, you really plan to marry."

"I never joked."

"I said before that you can't get married, Meng Baiyun, just wait."

After he finished speaking, he turned and left.

Neuropathy.

(End of this chapter)