"How so?!" Meng Fei woke up and suddenly saw the pretty face next to the pillow, and screamed in shock. He sat up quickly, lifted the covers, looked at her, and then at himself. "Damn it!" It all happened when it shouldn't have happened. He patted his aching head and wondered how it had all happened.

I vaguely remember the messy fragments of last night. But after only drinking less than two bottles of red wine, according to his alcohol consumption, he shouldn't be so drunk, what's going on? Don't??

He let out a deep sigh and quickly put on his clothes, some of which were still on the living room floor. Fortunately, Han Xuan was not at home, otherwise he didn't dare to imagine what the consequences would be?

Once, when Meng Fei was still blessed, he didn't care about such things at all. Even if he was devoted to Concubine Dong E, for the sake of his heirs, he occasionally went to find other concubines, which was not something to make a fuss about. But Meng Fei didn't dare to forget that he was not a blessing now, but in the twenty-first century. Xiaomeng is not Concubine Dong Jaw, she does not have the idea of three obedience and four virtues of women in that era, she will definitely mind.

As long as she minds, he minds. Therefore, in the final analysis, what he cares about is whether Xiaomeng minds or not. Because she would mind, she would be sad, she would be sad, so he felt that he was wrong. Under the premise of monogamy in this society, under the premise that Xiaomeng will be sad and sad, he admits that he was wrong.

But the more Meng Fei thought about it, the more wrong it became, his alcohol consumption was not so bad. Would Han Xue do such a thing? This girl who looks lively and cute. Meng Fei sat on the sofa, his gloomy starry eyes staring at her sleeping face, pink cheeks, but could it be like a snake and scorpion? He suddenly remembered his Concubine Jing and couldn't help but shudder.

At this point, his whole body ached and he felt very tired. Thinking of last night, the bits and pieces are getting clearer and clearer, and being plotted by others is not completely unconscious, but what to do is no longer what I can't help myself. For the first time, I was embarrassed about this kind of thing. Is it because of a guilty heart? How should I face my little dream when I go back? How to face Han Xue? If she is innocent, how will he deal with it? Is she going to pester him even more and hold him accountable?

But is she innocent? No way! He's going to figure it out right away!

Meng Fei stepped forward, lifted the quilt, and grabbed her down. Emperor Shunzhi is willful, and he has never known the words "pity and cherish jade" for those he doesn't love. Han Xue, who woke up suddenly, was not mentally prepared at all, and screamed out "Oops", terrified!

"What are you doing?" When she saw Meng Fei's angry face in front of her, her relaxed expression suddenly became very alert. She was shocked to freeze, and subconsciously grabbed the quilt and wrapped herself in it.

"What are you going to do? It hurts my hands. Why are you so unconscionable? As she spoke, she was about to cry, her voice changed, her lips turned purple from the cold, and her body trembled.

"Don't pretend to be pathetic, what did you do to me last night?" Meng Fei asked coldly. The emperor often used this trick when he was pressed, regardless of whether he was convicted first or not, plus intimidation and torture, and soon the other party would tell the truth.

"This ...... Last night...... You did something to me, right? She shyly and timidly countered the army, this girl really hid a needle in her cotton, and she was very powerful.

But Meng Fei didn't flinch quickly, and asked, "If you hadn't done something to me, how could I have done anything to you?" ”

Han Xue was stunned, could she really not hide it? She still denied it, pretending to be confused: "I don't understand what you're talking about? Now it's me who suffers, it's good that I didn't settle accounts with you, and you're still talking about weird things. I don't understand, I'm going to sleep. Tired. ”

She stretched out her arms from the quilt and grabbed his hand tightly, shaking his arm coquettishly.

Meng Fei shook off her hand and asked directly, "What kind of account are you looking for me, what is there to be responsible for?" Besides, the whole thing is set up by you, and you dare to settle accounts with me. ”

When Han Xue heard this, she trembled with anger. Under the opposition of her brother Han Xuan, she relied on her own efforts to achieve today's achievements. In the mixed entertainment industry, he is always a clean star. But now, the sweetheart she has always admired actually despises herself in such a tone because of this incident, which makes her embarrassed and angry.

She raised her face, stared at Meng Fei's eyes proudly, and said word by word with a broken jar mentality: "What's wrong? I put it in the bottle, and you drank it, and I drank it. So, we were very happy last night, so happy that we couldn't do it. I can't get your heart, I just want to get your person, what's wrong? I just like you, can't I? ”

"Ho...... Scold...... Shameless! "He still retains the dignity and pride of the emperor, and it feels very uncomfortable to be taken advantage of. Meng Fei was so angry that he laughed instead, this kind of smile was like a bitter smile, and like a skin smile and not smiling, somewhat helpless, and then forced out these two words from between his teeth.

Tears flashed in Han Xue's eyes. All her good intentions, her previous self-cleanliness, and her brave courtship after her were exchanged for these two words.

But Meng Fei didn't say a word more, didn't look at it again, and after throwing off these two words, he strode out of Han Xue's house. "Bang!" The heavy sound of the door slamming on Han Xue's heart broke her heart.

Meng Fei drove a BMW Mercedes-Benz on the streets of the capital, the spring cold is steep, and the coldest time of the year is the Spring Festival. He felt that his heart was also cold. His love, in this century of monogamy, cannot be pure. Perhaps the entanglement between men and women cannot be defined, even after many centuries and by what kind of system is used to clarify it.