Lonely King and Widow

Chapter 549 The pit is 108 meters deep, two people and one horse (4)
Seeing her in a daze, Fang Jiran said again: "But although Dalang is alive, isn't he also a life picked up from the gate of hell? If there is no Liulang, how can there be him?"

That's true.Mo Jiu's mind was in a mess, "Did you go to Xiao Dalang again?"

Fang Jiran shook his head, seemingly in a bad mood.But judging by Mo Jiu's appearance, it's not about chasing responsibility, nor does Xiao Dalang care about her husband-in-law. She has calmed down a lot, but her voice is hoarse than before, "What's the use of looking for it? I insisted on it back then." Leaving him made him almost lose his life. He hates me, and he should not want to see me. Besides, I look like a ghost now..." After a pause, she suddenly lifted her veil and covered it with the veil. The wrinkled face faced Mo Jiu directly, "Jiu Er, tell me, am I cheap?"

"This..." Mo Jiu shook his head.

Putting down the veil, Fang Jiran said: "I went to see him, and I just wanted to know if he was good or not. If I said that I would renew my relationship with him, I'm afraid I won't be able to. Three years changed me, and changed him too." Heh, I'm afraid he won't be willing to take another look at me when he sees me now?"

"This..." Mo Jiu shook his head again.

She shook her head, which didn't mean "no", but that she didn't know.She doesn't know the emotions of the ancients, but she knows the emotions of modern people. It's like a fire wrapped in paper. No matter how hot it burns, once the paper is worn, it will be reduced to ashes. Let alone three years, it will be half a year. I don't see, that man of yours also has a groom who can become someone else.Eachother can become a joke in a blink of an eye, and she feels that such things as unforgettable are only suitable for novels.

But she didn't want to hit Fang Jiran.

"Are you staying here for dinner today?"

Fang Jiran looked at her without saying a word, Mo Jiu smiled again, "I will do it myself."

Such Mo Jiu, with his beautiful face and gentle smile, is hard for others to refuse.

Fang Jiran said "Okay", but her throat was a little choked.I think she used to be just like Mo Jiu, she was more beautiful than flowers. No matter where she went, she would attract the attention of countless men. For this reason, Xiao Dalang three years ago was not less jealous. close contact with him", the first time was also because he was full of jealousy.

The past is annoying in vain.

Seeing that Mo Jiu had left, Fang Jiran turned around and sat down alone, touched the steaming teacup, covered the lid with trembling hands, but felt cold all over, took two mouthfuls of hot tea, and suppressed the moment in his heart. With a frenzied mood, I sat down quietly, slowly looking at the calligraphy and paintings hanging in the room to pass the time.

These calligraphy and paintings are all authentic works of famous masters.

Fang Jiran was slightly taken aback...

It's just a Yiranju, but Xiao Liulang is so willing to spend his money?
I just don't know if one day, she also turns into his own appearance, so what about Xiao Liulang?
Thoughts were wandering, Fang Jiran smiled slightly: "Is there any man in the world who is not ruthless?"

This day was considered a small family reunion, and Mo Jiu was cooking happily.She likes to eat, and when she is in a good mood, she also likes to cook.With the help of the cook, within half an hour, a table of exquisite food was ready.But when Zhiniang saw these dishes and heard that Mo Jiu made them herself, she almost choked to death.She looked at Mo Jiu with cloudy eyes, and didn't turn her eyes away for a long time. Although she didn't ask, there was clearly written in her eyes, "Are you still my daughter, Mo Jiuer?"

Mo Jiu was used to this kind of skeptical look, so he said casually, "I learned it at Xiao's house."

Thinking of the hardships she suffered in the Xiao family, Zhiniang didn't know whether she really believed it, she nodded, and sighed quietly, "It's not easy for you two sisters, and it's because mothers are incompetent that caused you to be like this... But today our mother It's rare for the three of us to eat at the same table, so I want to tell you something."

(End of this chapter)