Fat Niang makes a fortune in farming

Chapter 590
With Ye Rongrong's help, Meng Kejun quickly found a satisfactory house, which is not far from Ye Rongrong's home, and the road to Leiyin Temple is also easy to walk.

Although the house is not big, it is better than quiet.Behind the house is a dense bamboo grove. This bamboo grove was contracted by a rich family, and people cannot enter without permission, so there are very few people coming and going.

After tidying up, Meng Kejun moved in with a simple package.

The slightly larger room has been cleaned up for Mr. Meng Ke, while he and the old man live in the opposite room, and the room behind the main room has also been cleaned up, reserved for Dong's family to live in when visitors come.

The furnishings in the room are simple, and Meng Kejun's room has only a bed and a dilapidated cabinet, nothing else.

Ye Heming looked around the house carefully, looking at the shabby house in front of him, he shook his head repeatedly.

"It's not going to work, but sir, we have to change to another house. There is a nice house next door to my house, which is much more spacious than this one. The landlord and I are old acquaintances. Let me talk to him about the rent, which is not much more expensive than here, or Let's move there. Then you and Rongrong will have a caretaker in the future, right?"

Although Meng Kejun didn't know him for a long time, he really felt sorry for this girl. Now that something happened to her, he wanted to reach out and help her.

Knowing that Meng Kejun was moving today, he specially came here with Ye Rongrong, but seeing the house in front of him, he was completely dissatisfied.

"Uncle Ye, there's no need, it's fine here."

Meng Kejun quickly declined with a smile. She knew that Ye Heming had good intentions, but this house was the one she was most satisfied with after seeing so many houses.

"What can you do! There is no furniture, and the house is still small and narrow. You should go with me to see the house next door to me! It's really nice there."

Ye Heming tried his best to persuade Meng Kejun to move to the house next door to him.

An Zhenqi, who has been busy cleaning up, heard Ye Heming's persuasion, immediately stopped the man on his hand, and walked over, "Brother Ye, we appreciate your kindness, but you like this place, because it is quiet enough here." We will add furniture slowly, and now there are only four people in my house, the old woman and I, plus the child in Kejun’s belly, and three rooms are enough.”

When choosing a house, Meng Kejun repeatedly emphasized the need to find a quieter place, and this house was the one she was most satisfied with.

Seeing that Mr. An Zhenqi and Meng Kejun insisted repeatedly, Ye Heming couldn't persuade him anymore, so he could only add a sentence, "If you need help in the future, you can just ask. We are not outsiders, so you don't need to be polite."

"Yes! Yes!" Meng Kejun nodded to him hastily.

Outside the window, on the bare branches of the peach trees in the yard, some tender green shoots have been secretly pulled out.

Winter just went away so quietly.

The days were so uneventful.

In a blink of an eye, the peach trees in the yard were already full of pink peach blossoms.

Meng Kejun's stomach has already been there for three months.

On weekdays, she learns needlework with An Shi, thinking that when the child is born, she will be able to wear the clothes she sewed for him by herself, and then she will study recipes with An Zhenqi, so that the days are passed Fast enough too.

It's just that the lonely night has become extremely difficult for Meng Kejun.

Standing in front of the window and opening the window, the crescent moon in the sky and the peach blossoms in the yard are in sight.

The night wind blew gently, and the pink petals fell one after another, and several petals even blew on her body.

The soft touch is like the touch of Dong Qingfeng's gentle fingertips.

The extreme thoughts buried deep in my heart spewed out, and Meng Kejun, who was smiling pretentiously in front of people as if everything had passed, couldn't help but quietly shed tears at this moment.

After a while, under the moonlight, she was already in tears.

She is not as strong as everyone sees. These days, she eats and sleeps well, and tries her best to show that she has survived in front of everyone, but how can she survive, how can she not miss Qingfeng, how can she miss him.

If it wasn't for having their flesh and blood in her stomach, if it wasn't for the promise that Qingfeng had given to Qingfeng to live a good life with the children, I'm afraid she would have followed Dong Qingfeng now.

The night wind accompanied by the fragrance of flowers came slowly, gently brushing the hair by Meng Kejun's ear.

Meng Kejun, who was lowering his head, suddenly froze.

Is it an illusion?
Why did she smell a familiar breath in the air.

This breath is unique to Dong Qingfeng, and only he can have it.

For some reason, she still firmly believes that Dong Qingfeng was not the one who was burned to death in the accident, and even more firmly believes that Dong Qingfeng is still alive, and even feels that he is by her side.

"Did you come back to see me?"

Meng Kejun raised his head and asked softly, but the only answer to her was the silent fragrance of flowers and evening wind.

Not getting any response, Meng Kejun's heart tightened, the pain was so painful that he could hardly breathe, and the hand on the window sill dropped feebly.
Disappointed, he turned and returned to the cold, temperatureless bed. With tears in his eyes, Meng Kejun slowly fell asleep.

The candle that was still burning on the table was extinguished by a sudden strong wind blowing in from the window.

Accompanied by the moonlight, a tall black figure leaped from the nearby bamboo forest and arrived at Meng Kejun's room.

His narrow, dark eyes stared closely at the person who was already asleep on the bed.

The brows were straight, and when they saw her face that had lost a whole circle of weight, they immediately frowned.

He hurriedly took a step forward and sat on the head of the bed, reaching out his hand to gently wipe away the tears still hanging on her face.

His finger slowly slid down, and finally landed on Meng Kejun's slightly protruding lower abdomen. At this time, Dong Qingfeng's finger trembled twice involuntarily. The emotions he had been holding back could no longer be suppressed, and his eyes immediately turned red. up.

He wanted to reach out and hold her tightly in his arms, wake her up, and tell her himself that he was not dead, that he was still alive, and that he was still alive, but he couldn't do that now.

The cruise ship caught fire that day, and after he pushed Meng Kejun out of the bilge, the hull collapsed. It was Yi Lin who arrived in time to save him. Yi Lin stole the charred body from Yizhuang.

He originally wanted to come back, but the battle for the throne became increasingly fierce, Ye Ziqing was framed by the fifth prince, and now he has been grounded.

Ye Ziqing grounded her feet and told herself that the murder case of the Lin family must be uncovered before the fifth prince ascended the throne, otherwise after he ascended the throne, he would never have another chance.

The fifth prince is only shaking the sky now, not wanting to implicate Meng Kejun and the Dong family, so Dong Qingfeng can only pretend to be dead and go to the capital with a new identity.

I didn't tell Meng Kejun that I was still alive, because I didn't want her to suffer the pain of losing herself again. This time, the capital overturns the case, and if it doesn't succeed, it will be a benevolence. No one is sure whether it will return from the capital.

So he could only come back from the capital when he was free, and when Meng Kejun was fast asleep, he would secretly take a look at her sleeping face.

(End of this chapter)