This is the second time that Xiaoyaohou has heard this sentence, but he still can't accept it in his heart.

His women even called him a waste one after another.

And today is still inexplicable.

He had just returned, and he hadn't said anything yet. Don't......

Xiaoyao Hou looked at her, stopped retreating, and asked, "You know everything?" ”

He almost forgot that his wife was also the daughter of the Prime Minister's Mansion. Isn't it easy to know this? It's just that she just got off the morning court, and she knew about this matter, obviously not inquired about it later, but paid attention to it in advance.

Hehe, has she started to distrust herself to this point?

Meng Xiaolan's expression was contemptuous, and she said, "Chen Haowei, if it weren't for the fact that I still have a powerful father, how long are you going to hide it from me?"

When I asked you every day, you said that the emperor was investigating this matter, and the emperor would give us justice, and you also said that the results would be announced in the next few days.

But the result? Hehe, cancel Zhao Mocheng's qualification to be promoted to the fifth grade this time? Abolish the phrase 'recognition of the principal as an independent official office'? Chen Haowei, this is the result you want to give me? How are you embarrassed to say this kind of thing?

Chen, you know what? I now regret why I did everything I could to marry you in the first place. What bullshit Hou Ye, you are useless at all. ”

After saying these words, Meng Xiaolan bumped his shoulder and left, and asked Chen Haowei to pack up his things and move to the wing. No one in the entire Hou Mansion didn't know that Xiaoyao Hou loved his daughter-in-law to the bones, and the daughter-in-law lost her temper and endured it, telling her to listen, even if she didn't let him into the room, there was no problem.

This Hou Mansion bears the name of Chen Haowei, but I can hear the words of Mrs. In this Xiaoyao Mansion, if Madame's order is second, no one dares to call it first.

Therefore, even if the people felt bad, they did as Madame said. In the evening, when Xiaoyao Hou was about to go back to rest, he was told about it. He stood in place for a long time, and after a long time, people had begun to tremble their legs, look frightened, and think wildly, so he went to the west wing without saying a word.

Not only that, but he also instructed his subordinates to have a bad temper in the past few days, let them take care of it more, even if they are wronged, bear with it, don't have a hard fight with Mrs., and don't be angry with Mrs.

The subordinates all sighed at Xiaoyaohou's deep affection for his wife, but they also felt a little helpless.

After a few days, their wife suddenly changed her mind as if she had figured something out. Originally, she was always by her son's side, talking a lot less, and even her expression was much less. But lately, her smile has increased, and even her words have increased.

The former friend had been avoiding her for a while, and later saw that she was in a good mood, so she dared to send a message to greet her. Meng Xiaolan, who hates these things the most, actually replied one by one, with playful and lovely words, without the slightest haze from before.

Everyone thought that she was really getting better, and they had more interactions. But there is one thing that must not be touched: her son.

At first, in order to show how much they cared about their family affairs during this time, and how worried they were about her and her son, they sent a lot of supplements and skin care products, as well as funny things, and said a lot of distressed words about Meng Xiaolan, but in exchange for a cold smile and an indifferent sentence "What are you, what does the family affairs of the Xiaoyao Mansion have to do with you".

It is said that the lady who wanted to pat herself on the back did not stay in the Xiaoyao Mansion for too long and left, but the way she left was too unsightly. Since then, more than half of those who tried to comfort her have become normal interactions.

Some people ask her to enjoy the flowers, some people ask her to watch the moon, some people ask her to go shopping, some people ask her to watch jokes, but they don't mention other things. Meng Xiaolan sometimes goes on these dates, sometimes she doesn't, and every time she dresses up, for fear that others won't see her beauty and moisture.

It was in this situation that Meng Xiaolan received an invitation to visit the lake.

This invitation is from the third lady of the Jing Zhao Yin family - her Ran'er's fiancée, Lin Yan'er.

Lin Yan'er is two years younger than her son, and when she was fifteen or sixteen years old, she was only thirteen or fourteen years old, which was the age when love first blossomed.

Xu fell in love with her family Ran'er's appearance, or fell in love with her family's power, she just took her own Ran'er to be a second guest, and the girl's heart fell on her family Ran'er, saying that she liked it, and she didn't even want to follow Ran'er with her face, and called her brother sweetly.

Meng Xiaolan remembered that this girl had a lot of love words, so much so that even she thought that this girl was moved by her true feelings, so she hired her Ran'er. But as a result, on the third day of his own bedridden, Jing Zhaoyin came to withdraw from the marriage in person.

said a lot of good things euphemistically, but in fact, he didn't just dislike himself and Ran'er was a waste.

At that time, Xiaoyaohou and she both breathed a sigh of relief in their hearts, and no one agreed to this matter, and even thought that if their son thought about it, they would let this ghost girl full of love words accompany the funeral.

Anyway, she likes her family so much, even if she goes to Huangquan to accompany her brother Ran, who she likes so much, she won't mind thinking about it, and she will be very happy.

Meng Xiaolan was very glad that she didn't agree to their divorce at that time, otherwise where would she have such a good opportunity to take advantage of now.

She replied to Lin Yan'er with great interest, thought about it, and said that she had a misunderstanding with Yun Xiaoshuang of Moxue Building, and vaguely proposed that she wanted Lin Yan'er to make decisions for herself, and invited Yun Xiaoshuang, the owner of Moxue Building, to come over, so that everyone could have a good time, and give her a step to get back together with Yun Xiaoshuang.

After she handed the letter into the hands of her subordinates, she happened to meet Xiaoyao Hou who came over, and the smile on her face faded.

As for Xiaoyaohou, it seems that he has adapted to Meng Xiaolan's reaction these days, with a gentle smile on his face, and the guilt in his eyes lingers. In the past few days, he has tossed a lot because of Zhao Mocheng's incident, and his handsome face has aged a lot, and he can finally see that he is in his fifties.

But the result was very humble.

He originally thought that with his relationship with the marquis and the network he had laid down in Kyoto for so many years, it would be easy to get rid of someone quietly. But he didn't expect this person to be so strange! He is like a person who lives in the vajra cover, unharmed.

No matter what the attack on the outside was, it was still extremely calm inside, not even rippling.

He knew that Zhao Mocheng must have come prepared, and his purpose of coming to the capital was by no means simple. But the information around this person is too dense, and he can't find any relevant information about Zhao Mocheng even if he has a headache in his network, and even if he finds some, Zhao Mocheng deliberately reveals it to allow others to know.

It would be much harder to attack him from somewhere else.

Xiaoyao Hou suddenly understood why Zhao Mocheng had been assassinated so much, but he had never been calculated. This guy protects himself so tightly that outsiders can't find a crack at all, and the easiest way is to get rid of it directly.

Perhaps this man should have died a long time ago. Xiaoyao Hou thought.

For a moment, he really wanted to buy a murderer to get rid of Zhao Mocheng, but soon he was scared into a cold sweat by this idea.

He could not do this, and if he did, what difference would he have between him and those who had lost their conscience? Zhao Mocheng is indeed very hateful, but Xiaoyao Hou still wants to retain the last trace of reason.

But these things, these words, he didn't say to Meng Xiaolan again.

She couldn't understand it.

Xiaoyaohou felt that Meng Xiaolan was a little strange recently, he could understand him in the past, and he was obviously like a person with a tacit understanding with himself, but he didn't know why, but then not only did the tacit understanding disappear, but even the understanding slowly disappeared.

He forced a smile and showed a little more gentleness than before, and asked, "Do you want to go out?" ”

Meng Xiaolan glanced at him lightly and said "um".

The more she looked, the more she didn't know why she had designed to kill Wei Wan'er and marry this wretched scumbag, did she just take a fancy to his face? It's funny. Well, now he doesn't even have the ability to make himself pleasing to the eye.

I married a wreck.

Xiaoyao Hou smiled and didn't ask again, and Meng Xiaolan didn't say anything more. Once so loving husband and wife, now they are the most familiar strangers.

Loose Marquis? Hehe, what an ironic name. Xiaoyaohou, not at all.

Chen Haowei suddenly thought that he had worked hard all his life, but he had never indulged once, and he ignored the word "leisurely". He is also fifty years old now, and I am afraid that this old bone will not live long, so it is better to indulge it. If they give up their principles, they can also save a little affection between their husband and wife.

If there is no her in this world, what is the point of living, just a walking corpse.

At this moment, the thoughts that had come to me before rushed out again.

He wanted to kill Zhao Mocheng.

He wants to avenge his son, and he wants to make his wife happy.

Even if it costs his principles, his reputation, and his life.

The sun was sparsely down, hot but not warm. Xiaoyao Hou stood alone in the courtyard, quietly listening to the sound of the wind blowing the leaves.

I don't know, he can still listen to it a few times.

Zhao Mansion.

The peach blossoms fell from the trees and scattered all over the ground, like an intoxicating peach blossom rain.

In the pink rain, the muscular man waved the dexterous sword in his hand, but there was not a single peach blossom on his body. Behind him, a woman in a pink fluffy skirt that looked like a fairy derived from a peach blossom sat quietly on the steps under the eaves, holding a heavy towel in her hand.