Fat Niang makes a fortune in farming

Chapter 649 Please let me go
After putting away the jade pendant, Ye Rongrong stretched out her hand and pulled over the vegetable basket on the table, and skillfully chose the dishes.

It's already noon now, and she's going to cook. She didn't know how to cook before, but recently, she learned a lot of dishes from Meng Kejun, so these days when she returned to Meng's house, she didn't know how to cook. I cook by myself.

Even though she is eating alone, Ye Rongrong does not intend to settle for it. She is going to stir-fry a small green vegetable, steam a sweet-scented osmanthus fish, and cook a winter melon meatball soup. The child in the belly.

After choosing the dishes, she took the basket to the kitchen in the backyard.

Water must be fetched from the well in the backyard, and fetching water is the least of her skills. Every time a bucket is thrown in, she can only bring up half of the bucket with all her strength.

With this half bucket of water, she was quite struggling because she didn't dare to use too much force because of her body.

Just when Ye Rongrong blushed from holding back and pulled up the bucket from the well, a pair of broad hands suddenly snatched the rope from her hands.

Ye Rongrong stared blankly at Mo Han who suddenly appeared in front of her.

He pulled up the bucket in the well without any effort, and poured it to the basin beside him.

Then he held the bucket and looked at her, "Is this water enough? If not, I'll make another bucket."

Ye Rongrong shook her head, unable to believe what she saw.

She clearly knew that it was daytime and it was not time for her to lie in bed and dream at night, but why did he appear here at this time?

Or was she hallucinating because she missed him so much, if that was the case, she really hoped that she would not wake up from this hallucination.

Ye Rongrong shook her head, Mo Han thought she meant that the water was really not enough, so she immediately turned around and went to the well to fill another bucket.

He walked up to Ye Rongrong with a bucket full of water, and when he put down the bucket, the water in the bucket splashed out and wet Ye Rongrong's shoes, Ye Rongrong suddenly woke up. It was his own hallucination, but Mo Han, who was really standing in front of him at this moment.

Mo Han looked up at Ye Rongrong with a smile.

Ye Rongrong turned pale and took several steps back, and instinctively covered her stomach with her hands.

"How did you find this place? What are you doing here? I'm not pregnant, and I'm not pregnant with your child."

After she finished speaking, she turned around and was about to run. It was hard for her to gain some peace of mind these days, because of his appearance, and because of the thought of the possibility of him chasing her, she was riddled with pain again.

Seeing Ye Rongrong turn around and run away, Mo Han hastily put down the bucket on his hand and chased after her.

Why is he so cruel? Does he really have to kill the child himself to be satisfied?
No, nothing can make him do that.

This child is her everything, if he really wants to do this, unless he kills himself.

Thinking of this, she immediately stopped after running two steps. She also knew that she had no way to escape. Although the world was big, it was more difficult than ascending to the sky to escape from his grasp.

Ye Rongrong stopped suddenly, and crashed directly into the arms of Mo Han who was running towards her.

Afraid of hurting her and the baby in her womb, Mo Han simply wrapped his arms around her waist, and then spun around in mid-air several times while holding her.

Ye Rongrong, who was held in Mo Han's arms, stared blankly at Mo Han in front of him.

Is he hallucinating?Or is he really dreaming.

She actually saw the long-lost tenderness and love in his eyes.

That strong indelible tenderness and love was only seen in Meng Kejun's eyes a long time ago, when he was still Meng Kejun.

After her identity became Ye Rongrong, she never saw a trace of tenderness in his eyes and face, let alone love.

After a few light spins, Mo Han stopped on the nearby grass with Ye Rongrong in his arms.

His eyes still fell on Ye Rongrong's face in a daze.

Mo Han wanted to find a trace of Meng Kejun on her face and between her eyebrows and eyes.

Different eyes, different noses, different mouths, all facial features are different, the only thing that is the same is the dimples at the corners of her mouth.

Looking at the familiar pair of dimples, Mo Han couldn't help but smile with satisfaction.

In the air, apart from Mo Han's unique cold breath, Ye Rongrong also smelled a strong smell of alcohol.

It seems that it is not that I have hallucinations, nor is it that I am dreaming, but that Mo Han is drunk.

Ye Rongrong tried her best to break free from Mo Han's shackles, then turned pale and begged him for mercy with a trembling voice.

"I beg you to let me go! I said that I will not blackmail you with the child. The child and I will not appear in front of you. I promise that we will never appear in front of you in this life. Really, I, Ye Rongrong, swear, I will definitely do what I say."

As he spoke, big teardrops rolled down from his eyes.

Seeing Ye Rongrong's body trembling because of fear, and her trembling voice that became uncontrollable, Mo Han felt even more guilty.

He hurried forward and wanted Ye Rongrong to listen to his explanation, "Rongrong, listen to me."

But his never-before-seen gentle voice sounded to Ye Rongrong's ears as if it was the scariest voice in the world.

She took a few steps back again and again, watching Mo Han's eyes turned red from being too emotional.

"If...if you really kill the child in my stomach...then you should kill me first..."

As soon as he closed his eyes after speaking, he waited for Mo Han to attack him.

Tears were like a river breaking its embankment, and after a while, her face was flooded with tears.

Ye Rongrong's loveless appearance deeply hurt Mo Han's heart.

He reached out and pulled her trembling body into his arms.

"But sir, how long are you going to hide from me?"

Hearing Mo Han calling herself Kejun, Ye Rongrong immediately opened her eyes and looked at him in disbelief.

"What did you call me?"

She wasn't sure what she heard, she still thought she was dreaming.

"Meng Ke-jun, Meng Ke-jun, you are my Meng Ke-jun!"

Mo Han called Meng Kejun three times to her, and his arms around her became tighter.

And Ye Rongrong's tears flowed more urgently.

She finally waited for this day. She thought that she would never wait for this day in her lifetime, but she never thought that this day would appear so suddenly.

He just told himself that he was not qualified to mention the three words Meng Kejun, but now he hugged himself and called himself his Meng Kejun. This was really too dramatic.

"You are the real Kejun, why didn't you tell me earlier? Why did you let us go around for so long?"

(End of this chapter)