Yang Qianhu's eyes widened, staring at Hannah incredulously, and after a long while, he forced out a sentence, "I heard you right, right? Little lady, you should go see the doctor!"

Hannah pretended to squirm, "No~We're going to talk about it~"

After saying this, she didn't wait for Yang Qianhu to express her position, lifted her skirt and ran into the manor quickly.

Looking at her back as she walked away, Yang Qianhu couldn't help but swallow his saliva, and followed with a black face.

In the orchard in the manor, Margaret led Liu Chengying to stroll among the trees at will. From time to time, she pointed to the ripe fruit of a certain fruit tree, or the occasional bird perched on the treetop to let out a silver bell-like laugh.

Liu Chengying was held by Margaret and had to work hard to adapt to her rhythm. At first, she was a little unaccustomed to her kind of pace, sometimes light and agile, sometimes not in a hurry, but over time, the two gradually became compatible.

Liu Chengying didn't speak all the way, and played a good role as a listener, quietly listening to all kinds of trivial things Margaret said, and occasionally replying, only smiling or bowing slightly.

As time passed, Margaret found that she was talking along the way, and Liu Chengying didn't take the initiative to say a word to herself after she seemed to walk into the orchard.

She became petty, and said to Liu Chengying dissatisfied: "Liu, why don't you talk again?

Since he was ordered to go to sea 18 years ago, Liu Chengying has experienced too many bloody battles and too many life and death partings, and he is immersed in rare tranquility at this time. Hearing Margaret's question with little emotion in a trance, he inexplicably felt a little close from the bottom of his heart.

"Mary, I just don't want to interrupt you, I don't hate you, but I have some affection. ”

"Really?" Margaret looked at Liu Chengying seriously, trying to tell from his face whether he was lying, but unfortunately failed.

Liu Chengying didn't know what she was staring at her, but said casually: "I don't know why I feel this way, but I don't care to lie for this kind of thing." ”

His words were only about one thing, and they were as plain as his face. However, to Margaret's ears, it meant something different.

She felt that Liu Chengying's words were a kind of implicit confession, without flowery rhetoric or mountain alliances, but they could penetrate her own defense.

Margaret felt as if there was a deer bumping into her heart, and she blushed and said, "Liu, you are so annoying~"

The philosopher said that a woman is a book that cannot be read in her life, and the charm of this book is that it is difficult to interpret.

Liu Chengying, who didn't know why, just thought that she had said the wrong thing, and hurriedly explained: "Mary, I just told the truth, and I didn't mean to offend you, if you don't like it, just don't say it." ”

The philosopher also said that between creation and destruction, man instinctively chooses to destroy.

Margaret's little affection for Liu Chengying's new birth was wiped out like this. She pouted and said angrily to Liu Chengying, "Liu, I found out that you are not a gentleman. ”

When Liu Chengying heard this, she said with feeling: "Yes~ I'm not a good person, since I joined Jinyiwei, I am no longer a good person." ”

A woman is a strange creature who has a strong natural curiosity, and sometimes even destroys herself like a moth to a fire in order to satisfy her curiosity. Margaret listened to Liu Chengying's emotion, and immediately put the unhappiness in her heart behind, took his hand and walked to a fruit tree to sit down, blinked her eyes and asked, "Liu, can you tell me your story?"

I don't know what's going on, Liu Chengying, an iron-blooded tough guy, obediently told Margaret about the ups and downs he has experienced in the past ten years.

Margaret sat quietly beside Liu Chengying, and as the story progressed, she was sad, angry, and happy.

Unconsciously, Margaret's body was getting closer and closer to him, and she even leaned her little head on his shoulder, unaware.

When Liu Chengying finished telling his story, he was surprised to see that Margaret had already burst into tears, and tears wet his clothes.

"Mary, why are you crying?"

Margaret did not answer his question directly, but said to him with sentimentality: "Liu, I really didn't expect you to go through so many hardships, I don't even know how you survived. ”

Liu Chengying smiled freely, "Sometimes I also ask myself how I got to where I am today. ”

"Is it for a mission? Can I help you find that person?"

"Maybe......" Liu Chengying didn't know what he was for, in order to find Zhu Yunwen for revenge, or self-exile, he was a little confused. After 18 years of wandering in the sea, he still knows what his true purpose is, maybe he is just drifting for the sake of wandering.

Liu Chengying raised her hand to gently wipe the tears from Margaret's face, and said to her softly: "It's been too long, and I can't tell the difference." ”

Margaret remembers the last time she was wiped from her tears by a man when she was 12 years old, and that man was her biological father. She originally thought that she would back down and disgusted Liu Chengying's touch, but she didn't expect to let him touch her cheek calmly.

The moment his hand brushed his cheek, Margaret was surprised to find that she was still a little happy in her heart, and even a little enjoyable.

She couldn't understand why she was like this, was it sympathy, was it concern, or something else? She couldn't figure it out, and she couldn't understand it. Unless you don't do it to him?

At this time, Liu Chengying also didn't understand why she stretched out her hand inexplicably. Iron man is tender? Just kidding! He is a brocade guard who makes young children stop crying, what kind of iron man is this; Ai Mo Zhisuke? Impossible! After more than ten years of bloody conquest, how could he see a weak woman shed a few tears and his sympathy overflowed? This is impossible, is it not for her? No! This is impossible!

The two of them had their own hearts, snuggled up to each other and sat under the fruit tree, like a landscape painting, quietly displayed in the fruit forest.

Behind the thatched pile not far from them, Yang Qianhu held the weeds in his mouth, and said listlessly to Hannah who was lying beside him: "Little lady, don't look at it, I don't know what to see." ”

Hannah lay on the thatch, her eyes fixed on the two sitting under the fruit tree, and said without looking back, "You rough man, what can you understand!"