The carriage was wandering around the city, Ling Wanwan was upset, and told Chunying to get off the car and take a walk, but walked to the shore of the boat where she met Zhao Huaiyi.

She stared so hard that she turned around and accidentally bumped into someone.

Between his snorts, he smelled the familiar scent of pine ink on his body.

"Why are you here?"

She looked at him in amazement.

"Want to continue your relationship?" He covered the light from her eyes and asked her.

"Who wants to renew their relationship with you!"

Thinking that he had just been engaged to another woman in the house, and now he came to her to tease her, Ling Wanwan's words were angry.

"You can give it a try."

He grabbed her hand and walked down to shore.

"I don't try."

Ling Wanwan struggled hard, but she didn't dare to scream loudly, for fear of attracting the attention of the people by the river.

When the boatman saw someone coming, he hurriedly docked the boat for them to the shore, and waited at the bow of the boat.

"You said you wouldn't resist."

At a stalemate on the shore, Zhao Huaiyi said what she promised him.

"Renbenjun has been saved, should you regret it?" He whispered.

Ling Wanwan hesitated for a moment, and was finally pulled onto the boat by him.

She sat across from him, her face still angry.

"What can I do if I sit so far away?"

He gestured to the spot next to him.

"Isn't today your best day, how did you get here?" She ignored him, and asked as she sat down.

"You're angry."

He stared at her with a smile in his eyes.

"Who's angry."

She raised her hand and touched her reddened ears.

"Stop making a fuss."

"I didn't make a fuss."

"You're just making a fuss right now."

"I'm really not messing around right now."

"Then why don't you come?"

"Why should I go over?"

The two men were fighting back and forth with a war of words.

"Pss

Zhao Huaiyi laughed out loud rarely.

He unconsciously looked away, as if with a little embarrassment.

"What are you laughing at?"

Ling Wanwan's eyebrows frowned.

"I think you're funny."

Ling Wanwan ignored him.

"Alright, come here."

"I can't."

"You can't get by?"

"I can't."

The war of words has begun again.

After a while, Zhao Huaiyi took the initiative to stand up and sit beside her.

She struggled several times as he took her into his arms, and he never felt that she had so much strength.

He hugged her tightly.

Ling Wanwan looked slightly stunned.

The two hugged quietly all afternoon, and he didn't tell her what was going on with his family.

Zhao Huaiyi seemed to know her worries and personally sent her back to the Ling family.

When she entered the mansion, the maid Qi'er beside Zhang's side told her that Zhang Nianqi had rushed back to the military headquarters to deal with the military affairs in southern Xinjiang, and she would not return to Ling's house for a long time.

Ling Wanwan glanced back at the carriage in the distance, asked Qi'er a few words about Zhang's condition, and then went back to her yard.

Back in the yard, eating nothing is a taste.

"Miss, these are your usual favorite foods..."

Chunying is worried.

"Let's go."

She put her chopsticks down.

Chunying had to pack up and withdraw silently.

The next day, the news of Zhao Huaiyi's engagement to Jiang Wanjun, the concubine of the Hou Mansion, spread throughout Shengjing.

"I heard that the one who is engaged to Chonghuajun is his childhood sweetheart."

"One is the son of a family, the other is the daughter of a beautiful family, and the two of them are proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting."

"It's really a good match, envy the dead."

Early in the morning, a few little maids who cleaned the courtyard in the courtyard hid in the shade of the trees and whispered.

"When you're done cleaning, go back quickly, don't chew your tongue here."

Chunying blasted them away.