Lu Nanfeng whispered, his voice gentle and reassuring, "She should still be sleeping, it will be fine tomorrow, you don't have to worry, let her rest well."

Meng Zhiyi shook his head, and suddenly became stubborn, and he had to take a look.

Lu Nanfeng turned his gaze to the cloak on the shelf over there, walked over quickly, pulled the cloak in his hand, draped it on Meng Zhiyi's shoulders, and covered her whole person with a wide hat.

One of his arms went over her shoulder, half-wrapping her in his arms.

"Let's go!"

He followed Meng Zhiyi, half-hugged her and walked to the room next to him.

Meng Zhiyi lowered his head and looked at some of the dirt on the side of Lu Nanfeng's boots, his nose didn't know if it was frozen or what, and he was suddenly very uncomfortable.

I went in and took a look at the winter solstice, she was sleeping sweetly with her eyes closed, her face had regained some color, and she didn't look so weak.

Meng Zhiyi didn't breathe a sigh of relief in his heart, so he sat at the head of the winter solstice bed and touched her forehead and the broken hair around her ears with his hand.

Lu Nanfeng didn't bother, just stood two steps away, quietly waiting for Meng Zhiyi, as if she could be here for as long as she wanted.

Meng Zhiyi stayed here for a while, and finally returned to his room.

"What have you been following?"

Meng Zhiyi sat on the bed, looking at Lu Nanfeng standing in front of her, his tone was not particularly good, and he was a little vexatious, taking the opportunity to be angry.

Lu Nanfeng squatted next to Meng Zhiyi's knees, wrapped her two hands in his palms and squeezed them, did not answer her question, and said patiently, "Why don't you go inside the quilt first, your hands are a little cold."

Meng Zhiyi withdrew his hand, "Do you care if my hands are cold? I'll ask you!"

Lu Nanfeng's voice was soft, "I'm worried about you, come and see." Are you scared now?"

Meng Zhiyi didn't expect him to say this, and after being stunned for a second, his irritable mood was miraculously soothed.

"It's fine." Meng Zhiyi said silently, took off his shoes obediently, and got into the quilt. Only one head was exposed, and she looked fixedly at the man who was still squatting beside her bed.

Lu Nanfeng took two steps forward, lay on top of her bed, and tucked her quilt, "It's not early, let's rest early!"

"What about you?"

These three words tossed and turned in Meng Zhiyi's mouth, but after all, she suppressed them and did not say them.

She couldn't say it, she couldn't ask. She wasn't allowed to ask herself.

But she didn't realize that the information she received in Lu Nanfeng's eyes at this moment was the weakness and insecurity that she tried her best to disguise but still exposed.

"Can I go in and warm you up?" Lu Nanfeng suddenly asked.

"I can't." Meng Zhiyi didn't think about it and refused.

But she found that although Lu Nanfeng was asking a question, he didn't ask what he meant, because he was already unbuttoning his belt and taking off his boots.

Meng Zhiyi watched him quickly peel off only the black underwear inside, and then got into the bed.

A gust of cold wind suddenly invaded, and Meng Zhiyi was so frozen that he shrank into the quilt, but as soon as he took a step back, he was fished into a hot chest by a strong arm.

The warmth of a long absence.

Meng Zhiyi couldn't help but sigh in his heart, and the fingers on his sides curled up, and he really couldn't help but want to circle that warmth tightly.

When she hesitated, a broad palm took her arm and rested it on the longed-for place, not giving her a chance to refuse.

It's so warm.

Familiar taste.

It's so comfortable to hold.

Meng Zhiyi was like a kitten, and couldn't help but rub his cheek against his tight chest.

Lu Nanfeng wrapped one hand around her waist and pressed the other hand on the back of her head, "Sleep, it's okay."

But what happened in the afternoon, what happened to Meng Zhiyi at this time

Can you sleep?

Still, she gently closed her eyes, enjoying the warmth and peace of mind of the moment.

I don't know how long it has been, Lu Nanfeng suddenly moved, and Meng Zhiyi subconsciously tightened his arm.

"Haven't you slept yet?" Lu Nanfeng noticed her reaction, lowered his head and kissed her forehead, and asked softly.

Meng Zhiyi closed his eyes, leaned into his arms, and said nothing.

Lu Nanfeng's palm suddenly slapped gently, just like the action he usually used to hold Meng Mingyue, and he coaxed it very gently.

At the beginning, Meng Zhiyi was still extremely disdainful in her heart, coaxing her like a child! She's not small. But gradually, my consciousness slowly sank, and I didn't know when I fell asleep in the end.

When she woke up early the next morning, Meng Zhiyi subconsciously tightened her arms, only to find that she was just holding a pillow in her arms.

Where else are there any men?

She opened her eyes in a trance, touched the surroundings with her hands, and sniffed inside the quilt with her head covered, but there was no familiar smell, nor familiar warmth.

Was it hard that she just had a dream last night?

Meng Zhiyi was a little confused.

"Girl, you're awake." The hoarse voice of the winter solstice sounded outside.

Meng Zhiyi hurriedly came out of the quilt, "Winter Solstice, why haven't you rested? How are you feeling now?"

Winter Solstice's cute smiling face emerged from behind the screen, "Let the girl worry, I'm fine." You see I'm fine now!"

Meng Zhiyi beckoned to her, and when Dong Solstice walked in front of him, he grabbed her hand and looked at it seriously.

"How do you feel like your fleshy face is thin? Wouldn't your throat be hoarse?"

"Where! It's just one night, where did you lose weight so quickly?" Dong Solstice also touched his face.

"But what's wrong with it?"

"No, no, it's just that the medicine is too bad to drink."

While Dong Solstice was worried that his girl was actually poisoned, he was even more glad that it was the first bite he ate at that time, otherwise what if the girl was poisoned?

In the morning, I heard from the little maids in the courtyard that they were scared and cried when they saw the way they looked yesterday. Thinking of this, the winter solstice began to feel guilty again, the girl was the first to see her like that, she must have been frightened.

"Girl, did I scare you the way I looked yesterday?" Winter Solstice asked softly.

Meng Zhiyi glared at her, "Silly girl, I'm just worried about you! Winter solstice, you have to take care of it, I can take care of it all from you in the future."

Winter Solstice's eyes turned red, "Okay, I'll be fine." That girl will let me take the first bite of the delicious food in the future. The girl knows, and I love it."

Meng Zhiyi knew what she meant, "Okay."

In the future, she will never give these people the opportunity to murder the people around her.

After breakfast, Meng Zhiyi went to the firewood room, where the people in the small kitchen were closed, and Zhang Huwei followed behind her, wanting to say that it was a little bloody, so the eldest lady still didn't come.

Who knew that Meng Zhiyi glanced at it and said, "With this little method, they are naturally unwilling to say it easily."

Meng Zhiyi's voice was neither loud nor small, and the people locked in the firewood room could naturally hear it.

"It's a little painful, it's not a pain in my body, it hurts in the right place." Meng Zhiyi said coldly, "Go, call all their family members, and bring back all the children who are not born in the family."

"Yes." Zhang Huwei glanced at the two guards behind him, and the two hurriedly went to do it.

The firewood room heard Meng Zhiyi's voice, and hurriedly began to beg for mercy, "Miss, spare my life, I really don't know anything."

"Miss, I didn't do anything, Miss let my family go."

"The eldest lady spares her life, the eldest lady forgives her sins.......

All kinds of voices made Meng Zhiyi's face even colder, "Think about it carefully, there is."

Anything that feels wrong can be said. But with me, I can't say I don't know."

After Meng Zhiyi put down this sentence, he left the firewood room.

Mother Yang was waiting for her halfway and invited her to Yayi Academy.

Meng Zhiyi thought about it and followed Mother Yang to meet Mrs. Meng. Today's old lady Meng is really troubled by the people in the second room, and she doesn't want to worry about the affairs of the Meng Mansion anymore, and she only thinks about worshipping the Buddha. z.br>

"Grandmother." Meng Zhiyi saluted.

Old Lady Meng held a string of Buddhist beads in her hand and put it in Meng Zhiyi's hand, "This is what I asked for you, and the Bodhisattva will bless Zhiyi well."

Meng Zhiyi lowered his eyes and glanced at the abrasion marks on the Buddha beads, which should be the string that the old lady had been holding in her hand.

"Worry my grandmother, I'm fine."

Old Madam Meng patted her hand, "It's time to check it out in the house, I've heard about the business recently, your father is working so hard now, those people want the status of the Meng family to do everything, you all have to be careful."

Meng Zhiyi sat obediently in front of the old lady and did not accept this. She still didn't know if her grandmother wanted to take this excuse and let herself help Meng Kun speak.

Mrs. Meng looked at Meng Zhiyi, and saw that she didn't mean to answer, so she continued, "I heard that your husband has been away from the mansion for several days, did he go to do something for your father?"

Meng Zhiyi raised his eyebrows, "I don't know, my grandmother also knows, I like to stay in the house in winter, and I don't even want to go out in the yard."

One sentence blocked all the words that Mrs. Meng wanted to ask next.

Mother Yang stood aside, quietly glanced at Meng Zhiyi, and changed her to a cup of hot tea.

Mrs. Meng said again, "You said earlier that if you give you some time, you will reconcile with your husband, how do you plan to do it?"

"Wait, it should be soon." Meng Zhiyi's face couldn't see any emotion.

Mrs. Meng also knows now that her granddaughter has gone through the last incident, and she is not willing to say some more intimate words to her, "Zhiyi, I just ask about you, and your father also said that you are a lot more sensible. But don't let yourself be wronged, and if that kid treats you badly, kick him. With the strength of our Meng Mansion, you can find a better one."

Meng Zhiyi subconsciously wanted to reach out and touch his stomach, people are really wonderful. Now that she knows that she has a small thing in her stomach, she is always unconscious of this action. But at this time, she raised her hand halfway up and went to pick up the hot tea on the side.

Even so, Old Lady Meng still glanced at her stomach shrewdly.