Surrounded by pink clouds, Zhu Yurun, wearing a beautiful sky blue dress, was standing shyly under a tree. In the distance, Qian Yingchen approached her with a smile on his face, holding a large pile of things.

I bought you braised pork from East Street, dim sum from Fumanlou, flower rolls from the street, and your favorite sugar gourd. His voice was gentle and gentle, and his eyes were full of tenderness when he looked at her.

Zhu Yurun felt that she was so happy that she wanted to take it shyly, but Qian Yingchen had already picked up a piece of osmanthus cake and sent it to her lips: Come, open your mouth.

You Zhu Yurun was moved to tears: Don't you hate me?

She forced him, the child is gone, doesn't he hate her?

Qian Yingchen shook his head lightly: Fool, how can I hate you.

This must not be a dream, Zhu Yurun tearfully bit down a bite of osmanthus cake, and thought in his heart, it must not be a dream! Ying Chen finally forgave her, they can be together well, it must not be a dream!

It's a pity that the osmanthus cake has no taste in the mouth, and she woke up with a broken thought, still lying in her boudoir, holding her own quilt and crying.

Miss, are you having a nightmare?, Pearl, looking at her worriedly.

Sure enough, it was still a dream, Zhu Yurun looked at the top of the tent for a while, stretched out his hand to cover his head with the quilt, and was resentful. Ah, why don't you let her dream a little longer, just let her see the gentle Qian Yingchen for a while longer.

Your body is still weak after you have a miscarriage, and your master has already instructed you to let the kitchen cook whatever you want to eat. Zhu'er chattered endlessly: It doesn't matter if Lord Qian doesn't want to marry you, the master has already discussed with Mr. Ji, and you can still marry when you are well.

Zhu Yurun snorted twice and rolled around on the bed: Let's talk about it.

The dream is beautiful, but the reality is that Qian Yingchen still hates her to death. Her child is gone, and the last bit of contact with him is gone.

It's a pity to think about it, the little life that has been in my belly for so long is gone.

Zhu'er, in fact, Mr. Ji is also very good, isn't it? Zhu Yurun plans to comfort himself: the family is rich in business, handsome, and does not have any wives and concubines, and he is also very good.

Zhu'er nodded hurriedly: Miss, have you finally figured it out?

Didn't you figure it out, it's time to accept your fate, right? Zhu Yurun was a little discouraged. It's been so many days since he had a miscarriage, didn't Qian Yingchen come to ask and didn't even ask? What else can he hope for?

Once you've figured it out, follow Daddy's arrangement. Ying Chen is pestered by me every day, and it is strange that it is hard. He's going to get married. Zhu Yurun didn't say it at all, and the more he talked about it, the more sad he became.

Someone stood at the door for a long time, and when he heard this, he finally couldn't help but snort coldly, and slowly stepped in and said: Thank you, Miss, for making it happen.

Zhu Yurun was startled, and hurriedly rolled back to lie down, covered the quilt and looked out.

Qian Yingchen actually came! The little spark in her heart that was about to be extinguished seemed to have met alcohol and burned again! Zhu Yurun's face turned red, and she stammered and looked at him and said: You, you, how can you

How could I come? Qian Yingchen sneered: Miss don't worry, there is no other meaning here. It's just that in the end, Miss was born prematurely, and Ling Zun felt a little uncomfortable, so Master Hou asked her to come down to visit Miss.

As soon as I saw it, I heard that she had figured out that she was going to marry Ji Fuzi, so what else did he have to look at, wouldn't it be better to change Ji Fuzi?

Zhu Yurun smirked, waved his hand and said: Don't get in the way, don't get in the way. When I went back, I went to tell my father, it's none of your business, I fell off myself, didn't you still reach out and pull me? It's a pity that I'm too heavy, and you didn't hold it.

Qian Yingchen was slightly stunned.

It is said that a woman who loses a child will be very crazy, and whoever harms her child will hate her. I was ready to be beaten and scolded today, but I didn't expect Zhu Yurun to say that it was none of his business.

Why is it none of his business? The child is his, and he accidentally knocked her down the stairs, is this person a fool? He could use this incident to blackmail him into marrying, but instead he wanted to help him say good things?

Zhu Xiaofat is a fool, originally he was angry and wanted not to read Qian Yingchen anymore, but the dream was full of him, as soon as he woke up and saw other people's faces, the previous resentful emotions went to the clouds, and the rest was:

Like him, like him, like him.

Since the young lady is not to blame, she will leave first. Qian Yingchen got up a little inexplicably irritated, he has always been polite and graceful to people, but he doesn't know why when he meets this Zhu Yurun, he will be in chaos, and he can't help but show the most rude and vicious side to her.

Ning Yuxuan said that he was relying on the likes of other girls, so he was so presumptuous. But, who wants her to like it? The young lady of the dignified Lang family, if she doesn't want to study, she is so obsessed with what a man does

got up angrily, and heard someone behind him sigh, Zhu Yurun pitifully pinched the quilt and sat up, looked at his back and said: I blame you a little bit, okay?

Qian Yingchen was stunned for a moment, and turned his head to look at her puzzled: How much is a little bit?

It's just no more, no less, just the little bit that will keep you here. Zhu Yurun carefully pinched his thumb and index finger and made a little movement.

Qian Yingchen frowned: You want me to stay?

Yes, no, you don't have to stay too long, you can sit for half an hour or two teas. Zhu Yurun smiled.

Qian Yingchen was silent for a while, glanced at her and said: Sitting here looking at your unkempt appearance?

The women in the small confinement can't be freshened up, Zhu Yurun was embarrassed when she heard this, and hurriedly put down the bed net, leaving only a slit. So that she could peek at him, and he wouldn't be able to see her.

That's it.

Qian Yingchen sneered: What's the use of sitting here? Miss has something to ask you, or does you have something to say to you?

Zhu Yurun panicked, what was she going to say? As soon as she saw Qian Yingchen's tongue knotted, she naturally had nothing to say. So what's to ask? There's nothing to ask

In a hurry, Zhu Yurun chose the worst question: Does Master Qian still want to marry Miss Sun?

Well. Qian Yingchen nodded lightly.

Zhu Yurun was dumbfounded, and couldn't help but slap his head, didn't asking this question make him upset? Holding the quilt and rolling twice, the bed shook violently, startling Qian Yingchen outside.

Miss Zhu?

It's okay. Zhu Yurun stopped his movements and said very calmly: I just turned over.

If you can shake like this when you turn over the bed, you should really eat less.

The two of them had nothing to say next, Qian Yingchen sat with a straight face, and Zhu Yurun also lay with a bitter face.

But what is rare is that Qian Yingchen really sat for two teas, got up when the time came, and asked Zhu Yurun lightly: Is there anything you particularly want to eat?

Zhu Yurun didn't know why, her tears were about to fall, and she bit the quilt and pumped twice, before she said in a muffled voice: I want to eat braised pork from East Street, dim sum from Fumanlou, flower rolls from the street, and sugar gourds.

There was a disdainful snort from outside the bed tent, followed by the sound of Qian Yingchen leaving.

Knowing that he just wanted to give his father face before he came to see her, and it was just a courtesy to ask this, Zhu Yurun was not too disappointed, just scooped up the curtain and looked at the room that had long been gone.

alas

The next day, she slept until the sun dried her buttocks, anyway, she didn't have to do anything, she just opened her mouth to eat every day, so the meat in this body has never lost weight.

Just when he was bored, Qian Yingchen came again.

Zhu Yurun's eyes widened, thinking that when she came out of Xiaoyuezi, she must thank Mo Yuhou, with a good boss like him, she would have a good life!

Something you want. Qian Yingchen put a bunch of oil paper bags on the table, and first picked a sugar gourd for her: Eat it.

His face was stinky, and it was obvious that he was not willing to do this, and he was just two people from the gentle appearance in her dream.

However, Zhu Yurun was still very happy, took the sugar gourd and ate it in a big gulp, the hawthorn appetizing was real, she felt that she could eat a cow today!

Why is it so good today? After eating and taking the osmanthus cake, Zhu Yurun asked Qian Yingchen with a blushing face.

Qian Yingchen said with a straight face: Miss Zhu doesn't need to have extra thoughts, this is all ordered by Hou Ye to do it, you want to thank Hou Ye, you can thank Hou Ye.

The good mood is half less, Zhu Yurun pouted, he is too sincere, and he will not coax girls to be happy at all.

However, picking up the osmanthus cake and remembering the scene in the dream, Zhu Yurun still said shyly: Can you feed me this?

Since they are all ordered, let's do things with more snacks.

As a result, Qian Yingchen glanced at her with a sneer, stood up and said: I still have an appointment with Miss Sun, so I won't stay long. Miss Zhu's hand is not broken, so let's eat it by yourself.

After saying that, I left, and I didn't pause with me. Zhu Yurun pouted, and ate it by himself, it was also osmanthus cake.

Mo Yuhou seems to have given some terrible order, so that Qian Yingchen will come to see her every day, sometimes when he is in a good mood, he will sit for half an hour, and if he is in a bad mood, he will turn around and leave, anyway, she will not sue.

On this day, Mr. Ji came. Zhu Yurun is not stupid, Mr. Ji has fine skin and tender meat, and the more he looks at it, the less he looks like a man. Sure enough, it seemed that she had been wronged and came to her to cry, and when she cried, it was a woman's voice.

Zhu Yurun wanted to comfort her, but before she could comfort her enough, Qian Yingchen came.

He looked a little more nervous than usual, and he actually rushed in in stride.

What's wrong with you?he asked.

Zhu Yurun's heart, which had slowly calmed down, beat again because of these words.

Sometimes I think about giving up on a person, and after thinking about it a hundred times, it will have some effect, but it will often fall short because of that person's words.

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