Han Meng was imprisoned in the ink garden for more than two weeks, without a mobile phone or the Internet, and his body recovered well and became a lot more mellow. Mo Tianhan also seemed to have disappeared, never came back, and there was no news.

Han Meng knew that Wang Ma would not tell him anything, so he stopped talking, like a mute, just eating, resting and painting every day.

The garden of Moyuan Villa integrates the momentum of the northern royal garden and the delicacy of the rich Yashi garden in the south of the Yangtze River. Every morning after breakfast, Han Meng brings her drawing board and colored pencils, a little water and food, and describes the beautiful scenery of the ink garden. It wasn't until the sun went down that I would go back to my room for dinner, read a book for a while after dinner, and then go to rest. Like a soldier, he has a regular and punctual schedule, and is impeccable and obedient.

Wang Ma would report Han Meng's situation to Mo Tianhan every day, and the content of each day was the same, without anything new. Mo Tianhan couldn't guess Han Meng's intentions, so he went with her. He wanted to arrange for Han Meng to meet with the elders of the Mo family as soon as possible, introduce her back to the upper-class social circle, and not let those people from wealthy families find out that she was Qiao Jiameng, and he couldn't let others look down on her.

Tonight, Mo Tianhan is coming back for dinner. Wang's mother hurriedly went to find Han Meng, and finally found her in Liujiating.

"Madam, Mr. Mo is coming back for dinner tonight. Come back early and get ready. Wang Ma was out of breath and hurriedly informed Han Meng.

Han Meng suddenly raised his head, made an OK gesture, and began to pack up his painting tools, obediently followed Wang Ma back to the villa, and hurriedly began to wash and dress, as if he was finally looking forward to the concubine of the king's happiness. Mother Wang is very pleased, this girl is really well-behaved and sensible. After so many days of neglect, she didn't even say a word, didn't even frown, and was not annoyed at all.

When Mo Tianhan arrived home, he saw the woman he liked, wearing a beige long skirt and a cashmere blouse, with amber hair loosely tied behind his neck, standing at the door gently and demurely, waiting for him to come home. Such a scene seems to have appeared countless times in his dreams, happy and warm. It's just that Han Meng's expression is the gentleness that I see pity, not as confident and flying as Qiao Jiameng in the past.

"You're back." Han Meng, who hadn't spoken for many days, suddenly spoke, like a heavenly sound, Tingting walked up to Mo Tianhan's side, took Mo Tianhan's suit, took off his tie for him, and smiled.

Mo Tianhan took advantage of the situation to hold the woman in his dream, to make sure that he was not dreaming, and a smile rose on the corner of his mouth.

"It's nice to have you at home."

"But I'm really bored. Let's go to dinner first. Han Meng pouted, pushed away the Great Demon King, and turned around and went to the restaurant.

"Are you still satisfied with my performance in the past few days?" Han Meng carefully picked the fish bones and sent them to Mo Tianhan's mouth. Mo Tianhan has not eaten fish since he was a child, and he is afraid of fishy and stinging. Wang Ma next to her just wanted to remind, but saw that Mo Tianhan had already eaten it.

Swallowing the fish gracefully, Mo Tianhan asked her quietly, "You just said it was too boring?" ”

"Yes, I don't even have a mobile phone, I have nothing to do all day, I miss you every day, and you don't come back, I'm about to become a wangfu stone." Han Meng's tone was like that of a little daughter-in-law, and she was very complaining.

Mo Tianhan's heart was full of joy when she heard this, it turned out that she had always wanted to come back as soon as possible!

"Well, you need to recuperate the other day. I'm also busy with some things, so I didn't come to see you. ”

Han Meng felt a burst of disdain in his heart, and, if you give you a ladder, you will go to heaven, who is rare, you see, this girl just wants to contact the outside world and want to go out!

"But you guess you're going to have something busy for a while to come. In a few days, it will be the Chung Yeung Festival, and I want to visit the elders of the family, and you will go with me. ”

"Yes. But I want a phone, I don't want to live here anymore. ”

Han Meng's first goal at the moment is to restore contact with the outside world, otherwise he will only be a puppet doll at the mercy of others if he is imprisoned in this place.

"It's safest to stay here for the time being, I don't want anything like that to happen before. When I meet your parents, I'll take you to live in the city garden. As for the phone, I've got it for you. ”

"Oh......" There is only one number in the mobile phone, and there is only one WeChat contact. Han Meng is alone, with no relatives and friends.

Seeing that the two of them had nothing to say, Wang Ma mentioned something beside her, afraid that the atmosphere of the little couple would be cold, "Mrs. will paint the scenery in the garden every day, and bring it to the son to show it later." My wife is beautiful, and she is also a good painter. ”

"Okay, show me in a moment."

"There is a fee for looking at the paintings." Han dreamed that he couldn't go out yet, and the walkie-talkie-like mobile phone answered angrily.

"Whatever you offer, sell it to me."

"If it doesn't sell, this painting is priceless. If you want to see it, for every one you see, you have to promise me one condition, plus a million appreciation fees. ”

"You little fox, your abacus is really good, it's all up to you."

Little fox, little fox, Han Meng remembered someone in a trance, and he had deceived himself like this.