Bent over the tree, squinted his eyes and greeted Su Yunmo: "Fourth sister, come here, I'll tell you a secret of Third Uncle Xie." ”

Su Yunmo likes Xie Zhaolin, this is still an interesting thing she discovered by chance, and now it has become a good way for her to play with her.

Sure enough, when Su Yunmo heard her words, she immediately ran towards her expectantly, forgetting how she had ridiculed Su Yungu just now.

"What's the secret?"

Su Yungu's smiling eyes narrowed, "Fourth sister come closer, I'm afraid that others will hear it." ”

Su Yunmo obediently took a few more steps.

Su Yungu smiled and said, "This secret is ......"

When she spoke, she quietly sent her hand, and a basket of osmanthus flowers smashed down directly.

Su Yunmo straightened her face, the smashed nose was directly bloody, the bun was also smashed and scattered, the yellow and clear pollen stained her face, and her clothes were full of spots, so she was not embarrassed.

Su Yungu gritted her teeth, listening to Su Yunmo's crying, but she didn't laugh.

Her face was full of pain, and she said with annoyance: "Oh, fourth sister, I'm sorry, my sister doesn't know how to put this box by herself, how can it be blown off by the wind, are you okay, this sister can't come down from the tree."

Hey, you said you were really, such a big person, things fell down, and you didn't know how to hide! ”

This is not the end, Su Yungu pointed at Su Yunmo's maid and scolded angrily: "Things that don't have long eyes, even your master can't take care of them, see if I turn around and don't let Aunt Liu pick your skin."

What are you doing in a daze, Shengxian'er, I didn't see your master's nose bleeding, why don't you rush to see Langzhong? ”

The little maid was stunned by the roar, and was so frightened that she hurriedly helped Su Yunmo to leave, and the two of them were crying miserable and miserable, so it was not lively.

Zhi'er stared, and when he was far away, he laughed, laughing because he couldn't even straighten his waist.

"Girl, you're a little bit bad."

Su Yungu snorted, and her anger came out of her nose, with a serious look of disdain.

"Whoever asked her to provoke me first is just a pity for my basket of osmanthus flowers."

When the words fell, Su Yungu also laughed, laughing and laughing, and suddenly the laughter was stuck in her throat, and she couldn't laugh at once.

At this time, two men were walking up, and the man in the crimson soft gauze robe was looking at her with a smile on his face.

The back of Su Yungu's neck was cold, thinking that she had just said that she was going to tell Su Yunmo a secret about him, the back of her neck was cold again.

She shrunk her neck and shouted thoughtlessly, "Third uncle." ”

also forgot where he was at this time, and subconsciously wanted to get up and give Xie Zhaolin a salute.

But she didn't want to fall down before she could stand up.

If you fall down from such a tall tree, you will have to break your arm and leg if you keep falling.

In the end, it was gratifying that fortunately, Su Yungu did not fall to the ground, but was taken into the arms of Lord Xie.

Xie Zhaolin lowered his head and looked at the person in his arms, still with the fragrance of flowers, and his clean eyes were full of fear.

He didn't understand why she was the only one who was so afraid of her, so everyone loved him.

When Su Yungu fell, the osmanthus flowers that shook the trees fell one after another, and Zhi'er looked at the two figures of red and yellow intersecting in the flower shadow, and felt that this was a pair of beautiful people.

But then I remembered the rumors of Xie Zhaolin's wife, and the idea that had just sprouted in my heart was instantly dispelled.

Her girl, even if she became a nun in this life, could not marry this hard-nosed adult.

Su Yungu was so frightened that she was frightened, and her thin white hand caught the cold fabric on Xie Zhaolin's body, so frightened that she hurriedly pushed it in a panic.

Xie Zhaolin also realized the recklessness of this move, and quickly let go of her hand, but she didn't know that her feet were weak, and she knelt down directly.

Xie Zhaolin bent down, his slender hand beside her face, and motioned to pull her up.

Su Yungu hurriedly lowered her head, pretending not to see it, and shouted Zhi'er.

Xie Zhaolin understood what she meant, took two steps back, and opened the distance, seeing her panicked, he felt that his heart was inexplicably blocked, and he was not interested for a while.

Before Su Yungu could raise her head and speak, she had already taken Yingji with her and turned to leave.

Su Yungu looked at the red back, her shoulders drooped, and the tense strength on her body was withdrawn.

Zhi'er grabbed Su Yungu's arm to help her up, but looked at where Xie Zhaolin was walking, and whispered to Su Yungu.

"My lord, are you angry?"

Su Yungu was silent, it was good to be angry, and it would be great if he could get tired of her one day.

Zhi'er saw that she was silent, and she also closed her eyes, but suddenly found that the person kneeling on the ground was so soft that he couldn't pull it up.

Su Yungu shook her head, her voice tired, and said to Zhi'er: "I'll take it slow first, don't be in a hurry to get up."

She knelt on the ground, her hands constantly rubbing the clothes on her body, as if she wanted to wipe off the sweat in her palms and the cool touch on the person she had just touched.

Thinking of it just now, she felt as if she had smelled the faint fragrance of pine ink again, and the hand on her side was a little more powerful, and she didn't know it when she wiped it red.

Su Yungu was frightened this time, and when she went back, she was carried away by Zhi'er.

Back in the house, Zhi'er helped her light a stick of incense, and Aunt Su Yun nested in the beauty couch and fell asleep.

Zhi'er saw that she was hot and sweaty, and reached out to remove the thin blanket on her body, but who knew that she was holding on to death, and refused to let go.

Zhi'er had no choice but to move a pier to sit down and fan her.

In the dream, Su Yungu returned to her previous life, and what she saw this time was that Xie Zhaolin was wearing a prison suit, standing in the center of the school field, surrounded by people, or showing disdain, or pointing and pointing, so lively.

Xie Zhaolin stood quietly, with a gentle smile on his face, and his body was tied with ropes, and at the end of the ropes were four carriages, and the people in the carriages were blowing whistles, so unexpected.

Su Yungu didn't want to be involved with Xie Zhaolin anymore, but she never thought that she was standing here here and watching coldly, not to mention that since he was reborn, he has helped her and Minglang several times.

Even if he understood that his motives were not pure, Su Yungu was not all moved, and there were always moments of compassion.

There was a voice in her heart that wanted to pull him out, but another voice that told her to run away.

When she was struggling, the picture turned to the day of her wedding, the old lady sat in her room, touching the wedding dress on her body, and she refused to listen to how to persuade her.

In the end, the old lady reluctantly gave her hand, and turned around to be the old tears.

Su Yungu was stunned, she only knew that the old lady in the previous life was very distressed, but she never knew that the old lady had also cried for her like that.

It's her unfilial piety.

She wanted to hold on to herself in her dream, but she couldn't, so she could only scream hard.

"Don't marry him!"

"Three girls, open your eyes."