I don't know if Meng Zhipei heard it or not, so he saw his feet move, walked to the chair under the window and sat down, lowered his head and shoulders, and his untied hair fell from his shoulders, covering his entire face.

This scene was even more terrifying in Qu Lian's eyes, and she retreated, and just as she was about to go out to call someone, she heard Meng Zhipei open his mouth in a low voice.

"I'm dreaming of snow again."

"I miss her."

Qu Lian's feet froze, and she was in a trance for a while before she realized what she had heard!

She opened her mouth slightly, her eyes full of surprise, unbelievable, and inexplicable.

She felt that Mrs. Hou had a sentence that was right, Meng Zhipei was crazy!

What's wrong with this? When people are in front of them, they only think that they are in the stable, and they force people to reconcile and leave for the sake of a prostitute.

Now that the people have finally been driven away, Zheng Qingyi has also been accepted into the mansion as he wished, but he is half-dead and chattering about Jiang Lingran all day long.

Isn't this a shit?

He deserved to beat him last time!

Qu Lian stared at him for a long time and was speechless.

Meng Zhipei sat for a while, and the sleepiness came up again, and he got up and went back to sleep.

Qu Lian didn't know what to say.

Seeing his strange appearance, she didn't dare to go to the bed for fear that he would do something other abnormal and hurt the child in her belly, but fell crooked on the soft collapse outside.

Early the next morning, Jiang Lingran went to Wanjia.

Jiang Ji couldn't go on duty.

It was still Uncle Wen who was driving the car, and the big tiger followed on horseback, followed by four small guys.

All the way to Wanjia, parking outside the gate.

Uncle Wan took out his pedals and put them away, Xiang Zhu and Qingyu got out of the carriage first, and helped Jiang Lingran to walk down.

The big tiger on the side took a few steps closer and reminded in a low voice: "Girl, it seems that it is the carriage of the Pingsu Marquis Mansion that is coming at us." ”

Jiang Lingran frowned and looked over, but it was Meng Zhipei's carriage.

Wan didn't entertain him, how could he be here?

didn't have too much intention to explore his actions, nor was he in the mood to meet him, Jiang Lingran just didn't see it, turned around and walked towards Wanfu.

The carriage behind him stopped in a hurry, Meng Zhipei opened the curtain, and jumped down directly without waiting for the coachman to set up the pedals.

The leg injury that was almost crippled by Jiang Ji was not good, and he only felt that his bones hurt in this jump, and Meng Zhipei almost didn't stand firm.

Seeing Jiang Lingran walking away, he didn't care about the pain, and hurriedly chased after him.

The outstretched hand was about to grasp the sleeve of her pale goose-yellow embroidered twig.

Meng Zhipei often dreamed of the scene of the day in Yixiang Pavilion.

If she left and left, the back of her turning away was like an undispersed yin spirit, invading him every day and night.

At this moment, his fingertips almost grabbed her sleeve, and he felt that as long as he grabbed it, he would be able to redeem the decision that he had not kept that day.

But at this moment, Uncle Wen stepped forward and drew the knife directly in front of him.

The blade of the knife is aggressive.

Meng Zhipei paused for a moment, not daring to rush over, but he was reluctant to let Jiang Lingran go, and hurriedly shouted: "Jinxue, don't go, I have something to say." ”

Jiang Lingran turned a deaf ear, crossed the threshold without looking back, and entered Wanfu.

Uncle Wen glared at Meng Zhipei warningly, withdrew the knife, and stood by the carriage.

When she entered the house, she greeted the little maid, saluted respectfully, and said with a smile: "Miss Jiang is so early." ”

Jiang Lingran smiled and bowed his head, and said softly: "I made an appointment with Qianqian yesterday." ”

The little maid smiled and said yes, leading people to the backyard.

Xiang Zhu glanced at Jiang Lingran's expression, and there was peace in the blandness, as if he had not been affected by Meng Zhipei's actions, and his heart was slightly at ease.

Qingyu took a few steps and looked back, not missing Meng Zhipei's cold, paranoid eyes.

She frowned and asked Xiang Zhu quietly, "What is he doing here?" ”

Xiang Zhu was angry when he mentioned Meng Zhipei, and snorted: "It doesn't matter what he wants to do, just don't let him get close to the girl." ”

Qingyu was a little worried: "He won't come into the mansion to look for him, right?" ”

Xiang Zhu sneered: "The Wan family will not entertain him." As he spoke, he glanced at Jiang Lingran's back and reminded in a low voice, "Don't say it again." ”

Qingyu knew that it was not suitable to talk about this topic today, so she nodded hurriedly, followed Jiang Lingran with low eyebrows, and entered the backyard.

Not only did Wan Qianqian not use breakfast, but even Mrs. Wan didn't use it.

Jiang Lingran smiled and said that he was late and delayed the meal for the two.

Mrs. Wan smiled and looked at her: "I know that you are here, she is still early today, and she didn't get up in the past." ”

Thousands of people are a little helpless, but they can't refute it.

Jiang Lingran covered his mouth and smiled.

The breakfast was prepared very richly, and most of it was Jiang Lingran's favorite dishes, Jiang Lingran felt that if he didn't eat too much, he would be sorry for Wan Boniang's preparation.

Just halfway through it, Lu Niang walked in, carefully glanced at Jiang Lingran's expression, came to Mrs. Wan's side, and whispered in a low voice.

Mrs. Wan's face was full of surprise, and after being stunned for a while, she raised her eyes and looked at Jiang Lingran, and saw that she was sandwiching a shrimp dumpling to eat sweetly.

She stretched her eyebrows slightly, waved her hand, and Lu Niang respectfully stepped back.

Seeing that the two of them ate about the same, Wan Fu said with concern: "Meng Zhipei blocked you at the door just now?" ”

Wan Qianqian was shocked when she heard this, and said urgently: "Really? ”

Jiang Lingran smiled and said, "With Uncle Wen here, it's okay." ”

Thousands of angry patted the table: "What does he want to do?!" ”

Jiang Lingran shook his head slightly: "It's probably idle." ”

Since the emperor scolded Meng Zhipei for his behavior in the early court, he never left the house and did not interact with people.

Twice out of the house, once because he knew that they were leaving, he came to find it, and was severely beaten by his brother.

This time, I came to her again.

She didn't understand what he meant for a moment.

Mrs. Wan frowned and said, "Before he left, the carriage stopped at the gate of the mansion, as if it was waiting for you." ”

In this case, it is not easy for the little guy in the house to drive people away, after all, he did not enter the house.

Besides, he is still a marquis after all.

Wan Qianqian was even more angry: "This black-hearted person still thinks that the snow is not bad enough?!" As he spoke, he rolled up his sleeves and was about to find out.

Jiang Lingran hurriedly grabbed her: "Today's banquet, you can't mess around." ”

As he spoke, he said to Mrs. Wan: "It's okay, Uncle Wen is here, and he can't get close to me." ”

Mrs. Wan nodded.

I didn't say it on my lips, but I thought in my heart, this Meng Zhipei made such an affectionate appearance, could it be that he repented and came to ask for forgiveness?

With this thought, Mrs. Wan's heart fluttered.

I was worried again, and the rumors that just subsided, and when he came here, the city was going to be full of wind and rain again.

It's not going to be a two-time event in the next three days, right?

In this way, Mrs. Wan felt even more troubled, this is simply a scourge, specifically to hinder Jiang Lingye.

A trivial matter, Jiang Lingran didn't take it to heart, seeing that the two of them were worried, and just about to say something to explain, they saw Lu Niang walk in, and there was a man behind her.

The man is of medium height, with gentle eyebrows and eyes, a smile on his face, and a very respectful posture.

Dressed in a pea-green robe, the neckline and cuffs are embroidered with silver thread with water ripples, while the chest is embroidered with Suihan Sanyou.

At first glance, it is very warm.