Under his forced gaze, Su Yueming's face was calm, lying quietly under him, his eyes looking at the unknown ahead, and said-

"I'm not like you, I don't have love, only hate. My love, cold as ice; My hatred is as hot as fire. ”

Hearing this, Murong Canghai clenched her shoulders and trembled slightly.

Su Yueming sat up, straightened her hair a little, and said-

"It's getting late, I have important things to plan tomorrow, go to bed early."

Her back was a little innocent, and Murong Canghai looked at it, and her eyes became deeper and deeper.

*

The third aunt saw these luxurious and beautiful clothes in front of her, exquisite and elegant jewelry, and rouge gouache that only the ladies in the palace could use, and asked strangely-

"Why did you suddenly prepare these for me, I don't go out of the door all day, where to use it, you should use it yourself."

Su Yueming nodded to Xiangqiao, motioned for her to help the third aunt change her clothes, walked behind the third aunt by herself, supported her shoulders with both hands, and looked at the third aunt in the mirror-

The third aunt was originally a Jiangnan native who supported the wind and weak willows, otherwise how could she get into Su Buqing's eyes with her status as a foot-washing maid?

It's just that because she has been locked up in a cold nunnery for a long time and has been tortured by madness, her original beauty has been worn away little by little by the years.

And now, under Leng Ru's treatment, her spirit has regained her sobriety.

Su Yueming urged Xiang Qiao to stew all kinds of nourishing and nourishing soups for her every day, and also personally massaged her acupoints, her face was already ruddy, and her whole person was a lot plump, no longer skinny, and gradually recovered her former beauty.

After Xiang Qiao applied a light layer of rouge gouache to her face, her complexion looked better, looking at her rejuvenated self in the mirror, the third aunt couldn't help blushing, and her shy appearance still had a hint of girlish atmosphere.

Su Yueming once asked the third aunt about the scene of the first encounter with Su Buqing, and now the clothes and jewelry prepared for this are as close as possible to the appearance of the year, just to make Su Buqing have a throbbing of life as if it was only as first seen.

"Dress pretty, my father wants to like it more."

"What do you like? Since I returned home, he has never looked at me, and I don't go out, he probably forgot about me as a person. The third aunt sighed lightly, and there was a loss and deep sadness in her eyes.

"Who said that, my father will give you a separate yard tomorrow and arrange a first-class maid for you, you will be the first aunt in this house to have an independent yard, and you don't have to squeeze a yard with me anymore. Moreover, your father will go to you often. This is the first tangible thing that she and Su Buqing want to get in the exchange.

"What...... What the? The third aunt couldn't believe Su Yueming's words at all.

Now that she is in the field, she can still turn over, it must be the credit of her daughter, tears flowed from her eyes, and she said guiltily, "I have been dragging you down, but you ...... Always think of me in everything. ”

Su Yueming leaned down, hugged the third aunt, and said softly, "We will get more and more, this is just a little bit of the beginning, enjoy it." ”

*

"What?!" The eldest lady stood up violently like a gaffe, and the cup on the table fell to the ground with a snap, and it was shattered, "You said that the prime minister gave an independent mansion to the third aunt, with maids, a nursing home, and ten thousand taels of gold, silk and satin?" ”