"Prostitute, isn't a prostitute worthy of happiness? Fang Lang's behavior is far from usual, there must be something in it that I don't know about!" Meng Gu made excuses for Fang Leying in her heart, but she knew in her heart that Fang Leying, as the only son of the Fang family, was loved by Fang's father, where could there be any hardship.

"Young grandma, let's go back!" the voice of the steamed bun sounded from behind him.

Meng Gu turned his head to look at him, the other party looked very embarrassed, there were red blood stains on his wrists and ankles, and the grizzled Xu was not less wrestling on the way here.

"Okay, let's go back!" Meng Gu said, her eyes gradually losing focus.

A mouthful of blood vomited out, and Meng Gu fainted, and she seemed to have fallen into the brackish sea water in her dream.

The previous memories crossed my heart one by one,

At first, Hua Lin, the man smiled with a little restraint, looking at her with a glutinous voice.

"I was not a good student when I was young, and when I saw you, I wanted to say a few words to show my heart. But—after thinking about it for a long time, I can only say one thing—I like you!"

followed by the ten-mile red makeup that aroused the jealousy of the crowd in the flower building;

There is also a gentle joke during the washing ceremony, "I never thought that an immortal like a girl could be such an identity." God is unfair!";

Also, with a bit of naughty love words, "I don't dare to look at the stars again since I saw you that day!";

Also, with a bit of playful scoundrels, "That dream—you might as well compensate me,";

Also, "······".

Fang Leying's appearance of speaking passed through his heart little by little, or laughing or serious or—or stupid!

The previous memories were joyful, hesitant and sad-

The disbelief and joy on the day of marrying him, the touching and warmth of the early thrush, the determination and resoluteness of the pear blossom forest - the scenes are like streams converging into a big river in Menggu's heart, and tears fall from her eyes like the water that bursts the embankment in her dreams.

The picture changed to Fang Leying's tooth-sour words when Fang Leying took a concubine that day, "Sister, today is my sister's big day, do you really want to stir up the situation like this." Woo woo woo - rouge's life is so miserable! three wives and four concubines are a common thing, how can it become unacceptable to come to my sister-"

"Sister, it's okay to read less books-that's so many lifetimes and a couple! Woo woo, don't ruin my sister's marriage because of some Rausch stories!"

The eyes were full of Fang Leying's shadow holding Rouge, the smile on Rouge's face turned into mockery, the expression on Fang Leying's face turned into disdain, Rouge stuffed his body into Fang Leying's arms, and his waist like a water snake seemed to be glued on Fang Leying's waist. Then the two of them were elongated and twisted by unknown things, and then entangled, and their limbs and arms were extended and bent into tentacles.

The thing kept shouting in a voice like a fingernail scratching a blackboard: "A prostitute is worthy of being a mistress!"

This scene chased behind Menggu like a flood beast, and she had to run forward in a hurry, the road in front of her seemed to have no end, and her legs seemed to be filled with lead.

Mama's voice also came from the side: "You are very similar to me when I was young, and you are always confused by some sweet words, silly boy, what do you say you like!

It is impossible for such a pampered son to marry a lowly slave like you, even if he is really willing, can his family be willing?"

"Wake up, Meng'er!" seemed to turn into black tentacles wrapped around Menggu's body, dragging her backwards. Behind him were the hideous-looking Fang Leying and Rouge, and cold sweat accumulated layer after layer on Menggu's forehead.

Just when Menggu thought that she was going to be immersed in the darkness forever.

In a word, like a sharp sword and like light, pierced Menggu's nightmare.

"Meng'er, you go back first, I'll talk to you when I go back, okay?"

Stop the endless tears in your dreams. Meng Gu opened her eyes and saw a familiar curtain, which was Fang Leying and his wedding room.

Meng Gu got up from the bed, took a shawl and draped it over her body, and walked out of the room.

Mantou has been waiting at the door for a long time!

Meng Gu didn't pay attention to him, but walked straight to the gate of the courtyard step by step, the movement was stiff and like a dead man.

The steamed bun stopped in front of Meng Gu and knelt on the ground, "Young grandma, please, don't go!"

Meng Gu glanced at him, her eyes were hollow, as if she had seen a piece of wood, she bypassed him and continued to walk towards the courtyard gate.

Mantou was stunned, struggled to stand up, dragged his inflexible legs and feet limped to Menggu, kowtowed heavily, and had tears in his eyes: "Young grandma, the slave begs you! Don't go-"

"Did he ask you to stop me this time?" Meng Gu asked as she asked this, and the light in her eyes was awakened, flashing with a light called expectation.

The steamed bun kowtowed again, not in words.

Meng Gu's eyes widened, looking at the distance like driftwood in the water, her mood was like driftwood in the water, suddenly full of hope and suddenly fell into despair, she whispered, "You don't even want to hide it from me! Fang Lang, I love Fang Lang! What am I in your eyes? I-"

Speaking of this, Meng Gu suddenly became a little hysterical, she kicked the steamed bun fiercely, and her voice was heartbroken and aggrieved;

The steamed bun shrank for a moment, didn't dare to touch the place where it was kicked, and put his head against the cold ground, his voice seemed to be frozen by the ground and shivered: "Steamed bread - steamed bread dare not talk nonsense! But, young master, once said that a man should be born with three wives and four concubines." ”

I don't know if it's an illusion, the steamed bun's words seem to overlap with the words that Rouge said on the sedan chair that day, and it is particularly ironic to reach Menggu's ears.

"Three wives and four concubines are a common thing, why is it not allowed to come to my sister-"

"Why?" Meng Gu looked at the steamed bun and asked without confidence, this seemed to be said to the steamed bun but not to him, "Why? Mingming-Mingming's book has so many stories of one life and one couple, isn't it all artificially drawn bubbles? No-I believe that's true-Fang Lang must have some kind of suffering-"

The more Meng Gu said, the more the light in her eyes became, and her pretty face became angry, she looked at the steamed bun and asked softly: "Steamed bun, you grew up with Fang Lang, you know Fang Lang best." You tell me, Fang Lang, he didn't have a heart for rouge, didn't he- he liked me the most, right?"

The steamed bun raised his head at this time, looking at the glint in Meng Gu's eyes, his lips moved for a long time and he didn't say a word, just sighed.

The steamed bun tilted his head and couldn't bear to look at her, and said with concern: "Young grandma, go back - you are just sick, and the heat is heavy outside, don't hurt your body." ”

"You tell me! You tell me!" Meng Gu was a little panicked when she saw that he didn't answer, she wanted to pull up the steamed bun and ask him well, but she accidentally sat on the ground herself, her eyes were tearful but with hope, "Fang Lang once said that day, when he comes back, he has something to tell me." Did he say anything?"

Mantou looked at the hope in the eyes of the person in front of him, sighed again, called a cold-eyed maid to help her up, and said comfortingly: "Young grandma have a good rest, and when you have rested, the young master will come over!"

When she heard this, Aunt Meng nodded her head a few times like a child, and looked at the steamed buns with a hint of playfulness in her eyes.

She said half-jokingly with the steamed bun: "If Fang Lang wants to come here, you must tell me in advance!

I don't know if it's the illusion of steamed buns, he seems to hear a trace of bitterness and helplessness in the laughter of the girl in front of him, and he can't stop feeling distressed for a while.

The steamed bun pressed down the thoughts in his heart, smiled bitterly and said to himself: "The young master said that I will keep it, I will--hey! Sometimes I always hope that I don't owe the young master that-" The grace of a meal - the last four words were swallowed by the steamed bun, and his eyes became cold and resolute when he looked at Menggu's back.

Who knows how much the years like jokes, and how deceitful the return date is.

Menggu's illness was quickly cured.

Since Aunt Meng's illness has recovered, Mantou can see Aunt Mengtou standing at the door of the room every day, half-supporting the door, looking at the place where Mantou is standing!

If he couldn't stand up, Mantou called the maid on the side, and then the maid on the side stepped forward with a cold face to help Meng Gu into the house, but it didn't take long for her to run out again and continue to look out of the door.

"Steamed buns!" Menggu seemed to be thinner, beckoned to call the steamed buns and squeezed out a crying smile, and said cautiously: "Why hasn't Fang Lang come yet! Could it be that Meng'er did something wrong that day, so he didn't come to see Meng'er?"

"No, young grandma, the young master will come when it's time to come, you just need to have a good rest!" Mantou looked at Meng Gu and frowned slightly, wanting to help her, but because of the difference in identity, he had to withdraw his hand and said with pity, "Young grandma, you still have to eat well!"

"I-no-Fang Lang-what-" Before Aunt Meng's words were finished, she was sent into the house by the maid summoned by Mantou, and Mantou looked at the girl's somewhat rude behavior and sighed: "These girls are really more and more rude when they see that the young master is not here!"

It has been a long time since Fang Leying came back, and most of the subordinates of the Fang Mansion are snobbish lords, knowing that Meng Gu has fallen out of favor, they are becoming less and less concerned about Meng Gu's daily care.

Gradually, the maids around Aunt Meng's side walked and slipped away, leaving behind either some cowardly, or some who didn't care about taking care of people at all. And because Menggu gained momentum very quickly and lost power very quickly, there was no one around Menggu who was not even talking to herself.

Compared with the cold-faced maids in the house, Menggu and Mantou talked relatively more.

Time passed little by little, and Meng Gu would still go out and wait for Fang Leying, and ask Mantou from time to time when he would come.

I don't know how many layers of fallen leaves on the trees in the yard have changed, and everything has changed a lot-