Love is hard to resist: Mrs. wife is amazing

Chapter 343
After going around and going around, he finally got the favor of the emperor. This time, the gods treated him kindly.

Mr. Long was very contented: "Haotian, Xinzi is a very kind girl, and she has deep affection for you. Even if you don't like her, don't make things difficult for her when you look at her face!"

Mr. Long said earnestly.

"Yes, I see, Grandpa!"

Long Haotian smiled and said something against his will.

He didn't believe that the lowly man would accept this sentence freely, that Min Xinzi was alive and well, and when he got the things in her hands, when Min Xinzi disappeared, he would not be merciful.

He can't control that much anymore, the most important thing at this moment is grandpa's body, making grandpa happy is the kingly way.

In the following period of time, while taking care of Mr. Long's emotions, Long Haotian stepped up his work.

If it is said that the saddest and loneliest moment in the more than a year since Meng Baihe left, it is the lonely pillow at night.

night.

Everything is quiet.

Close the door, close the curtains, turn off the lights, and lie quietly on the bed, so quiet that you can hear your own breathing and heartbeat.

All the emotions deliberately ignored during the day will invade every cell in the body at night, and the pain of longing will only appear so clear and profound at this moment, even when he closes his eyes, he can think of his dream lily.

She didn't leave, she just lay quietly in his arms.

He is very infatuated with her.

She pushed him dissatisfied, moved away from him a little, and went aside by herself.

Of course he didn't allow it, without her by his side, he frowned dissatisfiedly, and chased to the side with his hands.

But, this time, how could he be so lucky? He stretched out his hand to touch the side, where there was a little warmth, where there was warm and fragrant nephrite, and what was just a cold sheet covered with a quilt.

As if he couldn't accept this fact, Long Haotian's body rubbed and rubbed to the side until he reached the edge of the big bed, but he couldn't find her trace. Long Haotian, who squinted his eyes, couldn't calm down anymore. Could it be that she backed away? In such a hurry, he fell under the bed.

So, he touched the bedside lamp skillfully.

"Snapped!"

With the lights turned on, the whole room instantly brightened.

Long Haotian's eyes dimmed, looking at the big bed, looking at the floor, looking across the whole room, where is there any shadow of Meng Lily?Even the quiet lily fragrance disappeared in an instant.

How could Long Haotian be reconciled, jumped out of bed, ran to the bathroom with bare feet, hurriedly opened the door of the bathroom, turned on the light, and under the bright light, all the monsters and ghosts would instantly show their original shape, let alone an ordinary Dream Lily, However, under the bright lights, where is the shadow of Dream Lily?Not to mention the shadow, there is not even a trace.

Long Haotian's eagle eyes did not miss any corner, but there was no trace of Meng Baihe.

For a while, it seemed to understand something!
In the past year, I have had such familiar dreams, but the surprises are disappointments again and again, and this time it is just like usual, just an illusory dream.

With a look of disappointment on his face, Long Haotian slowly walked into the big bed with his feet shuffled, sat down heavily, and rubbed his head irritably.

It turned out that he cared so much about Meng Baihe, so it must be Meng Baihe?

After taking a cold shower, my mind finally cleared up.

Walking out in a big way, the weather in July and August is not cold, if you don't turn on the air conditioner, you will still feel a little stuffy.

He walked barefoot on the carpet, pausing every step, as if he was thinking about something.

Turning his eyes slowly, his eyes stayed on the ticking clock on the wall. At two o'clock in the morning, he opened the large French window, sat on the high stool, and faintly blew the cool wind at the window, hoping to blow away his pain. Lost and missing.

He stared faintly at the distant stars in the sky, but he was still defeated by her.

How can you not miss, how can you control yourself?

However, there was still a hint of hatred mixed in. Why did she leave so cruelly and kill him and her child so cruelly?
(End of this chapter)