Happy Marriage

"I don't care what other people think." Xia Ziwu continued to complain bitterly: "I only care about you, Brother Meng. I don't want to go away with your misunderstanding about me."

Meng Jinglun helplessly put down the book in his hand, frowned slightly, and looked at Xia Ziwu: "I don't think this is a misunderstanding."

Xia Ziwu still held the silver hairpin in his hand, and gritted his teeth secretly: "What do I have to do so that you will believe me?"

Meng Jinglun shook his head: "What does it matter whether I believe it or not?"

Xia Ziwu smiled sadly, with tears in his smile, and raised the hairpin in his hand high.

"My thoughts on Brother Meng can be learned from the sky. I don't believe that you really don't understand. If you don't want to accept it, that's fine. You can't force it. But I really can't let go of your misunderstanding about me. Only the blood oath, I want to teach Brother Meng to know that on that day, Zi Wu was really fascinated and wronged."

She was going to live or die, so Meng Jinglun couldn't stand by and get up quickly and went to grab the hairpin in Xia Ziwu's hand.

"Let go, don't fool around!"

Xia Ziwu twisted his body and turned his back.

Meng Jinglun stretched out his hand to grab it, and Xia Ziwu's body naturally fell into Meng Jinglun's arms like a slippery fish.

Meng Jinglun grabbed Xia Ziwu's hand tightly holding the hairpin.

Xia Ziwu struggled left and right, exerting great strength. Forcing Meng Jinglun to stretch out his other hand. In this way, Xia Ziwu was encircled with a full heart.

Xia Ziwu clenched her hairpin tightly, sobbing: "What do you do, instead of being misunderstood and despised by you like this, it would be better to die to show your innocence."

The two stood still for a while.

The atmosphere suddenly became awkward.

Threads of fragrance rushed into Meng Jinglun's nose, and the warm nephrite jade in his arms made him feel a little bit eager to move.

He swallowed hard, and his voice softened a lot: "Dear me, give me the hairpin."

Xia Ziwu struggled, her neckline was slightly open, her hair was messy, and she was panting. Every rapid breath made the man feel his blood throbbing.

And Meng Jinglun's heavy breathing with the masculine smell of a man was right in her ear.

As soon as her hand softened, the hairpin was snatched away by Meng Jinglun.

Meng Jinglun stood up reluctantly.

Xia Ziwu rolled his toes, twisted his body, wrapped his arms around Meng Jinglun's neck, and called out shyly, "Brother Meng."

Meng Jinglun only felt that his whole body was uncontrollably dry, hot, and his blood was boiling, as if there were ten thousand ants biting his body, swallowing his reason bit by bit.

The etiquette, the defense of men and women, all dissipated like a cloud of smoke at this time.

The arm, lifted slowly, was about to fall on Xia Ziwu's waist, which was twisting like a water snake.

He is about to disarm and surrender, and is willing to surrender.

There was a small sound of footsteps outside the study door.

Chang Jing hurriedly stopped her: "Big, Miss."

Then came An Ran's voice as soft as water: "Why are you here? Where's your lady?"

Before he finished speaking, the door of the room was pushed open, and a gust of cold wind rushed in, sweeping the room away.

Meng Jinglun in the room was like a dick, and he woke up and let go of Xia Ziwu, only to feel that his heart was like a deer, nervous and excited.

Xia Ziwu was born coquettish, with a bumpy figure, which was extraordinarily hot.

All men in the world are stealing, not to mention that Xia Ziwu put on a pretense in front of Meng Jinglun, so he managed to win his favor.

I let go, still feeling a little unfulfilled.

Xia Ziwu hooked her head, the corners of her lips slightly smug.

An Ran was stunned at the door: "You, you"

Meng Jinglun coughed lightly, preemptively attacked, and blamed: "Why are you here? If you are not in good health, don't walk around, lest you get fetal gas."

An Ran smiled bitterly: "Your supper is ready in the kitchen, and I'm afraid of the cold if you don't see the book boy."

Meng Jinglun's face flushed red, and he said unnaturally: "In the future, you can ask the servants to do this kind of thing. You have to take care of yourself."

An Ran felt a throbbing pain in her heart, and lowered her head sadly: "The night wind is cold now, and I'm a little worried about you, so I wanted to come over and see for myself, but I didn't expect that the third sister is also here."

Xia Ziwu was embarrassed for a while and hated in his heart, complaining that An Ran came at an untimely time and ruined his good deeds, but smiled proudly at An Ran.

Meng Jinglun coughed lightly and said first: "I was thirsty just now, so I went out and asked the child to pour tea. It happened that the third sister passed by and came in to say a few words."

He actually concealed the fact that he had just said goodbye, Xia Ziwu was really nervous, afraid to say it out, no matter how serious An Ran was, he would be in trouble.

Therefore, Xia Ziwu looked at Meng Jinglun's eyes full of water, and his veins were full of affection and endless romance.

"Really?" An Ran's words were meaningful: "Then I came here by accident."

Meng Jinglun and Xia Zixian were both speechless and embarrassed.

An Ran bit her lower lip tightly, and instructed Qingju: "Bring the supper to the young master, let him eat it while it's hot, remember to instruct the kitchen, and deliver the supper earlier in the future to avoid hunger."

This remark is a pun, and Xia Ziwu's face is suddenly overwhelmed.

Meng Jinglun blamed: "What nonsense is it?"

His rebuke made Xia Ziwu suddenly feel a little proud, and looked at Meng Jinglun with a resentful expression: "Sister can't tolerate me, I will listen to any remarks, it has nothing to do with Brother Meng."

When An Ran heard Meng Jinglun scolding herself, her heart was also filled with sourness.

In fact, the two just got married not long ago, and they could barely be regarded as newly married Yan'er, which was the time when their relationship was at their deepest.

If it is said that Xia Ziwu deliberately instigated it, causing a rift between the two, and the relationship was once rigid. Now, Meng Jinglun has seen Xia Ziwu's face clearly, and he still protects her like this.

And the moment the door opened, she could see clearly that the two were hugging each other, but they had just separated in a panic.

It is said that the old man's heart is changeable, and the man is affectionate but ruthless. She used to be full of longing and felt that she had entrusted the right person for her life. Who would have thought that he was also unable to withstand the temptation, and Xia Ziwu made a little trick and almost captured him.

Thinking of this, my heart is sour, and I almost immediately burst into tears.

She frowned tightly and cried out in panic, "Green orange."

"Hey, miss, what's wrong?"

An Ran put her hand on her lower abdomen: "Suddenly there is some discomfort in the lower abdomen, and I always feel a throbbing pain."

Meng Jinglun was taken aback and hurried forward: "Could it be that the fetal gas is moving again? Hurry up, lie down quickly."

"I'm going to call the doctor in the house." Without waiting for orders, Qingju turned around and left the study.

Xia Ziwu was also a little bit in a hurry: "It's a good life, why did the fetal gas move again? It must be walking at night, with a deep foot and a shallow foot, and injured again."

Meng Jinglun began to complain: "I just said that I wanted you to rest in bed, but I didn't listen."

An Ran didn't say a word, just gritted her teeth and frowned, her face full of tension.

Qingju looked for the doctor in the house late at night, and in a panic, she naturally alarmed Mrs. Meng, who had rested, and asked Qingju what happened.

Qingju didn't hide it, and immediately told Mrs. Meng that her young lady had accidentally bumped into Meng Jinglun and Xia Ziwu's intimacy, and that she was pregnant for a while.

Madam Meng was shocked and was surrounded by people.

The doctor looked around and asked, soothed: "Mrs. Meng, young master, don't worry, the young lady's fetal image is still stable, and there is no serious problem."

Mrs. Meng breathed a sigh of relief, still a little scared.

Xia Ziwu patted his heart exaggeratedly: "Fortunately, it was just a false alarm, but it scared me to death. If it is because Big Brother Meng is biased towards me, my sister will have a mistake, so what can Ziwu do?"

Mrs. Meng couldn't help but scold: "An Ran, it's not your mother who told you. You are a child, you must be generous, and you can't be too small. It's just a trivial matter, how can you be so unrelenting, and you're angry with the fetus. ?"

An Ran shook her head aggrievedly: "I'm not angry."

"How can you have fetal gas when you are not angry? How can you ignore your mother's teachings?"

An Ran's face was speechless: "But I'm really not angry, that's it, that's it"

"What is it?"

"I just entered this study, and I felt a little uncomfortable. The smell in this room was a little strange, I felt flustered, and it was difficult to suppress my emotions. Later, I felt discomfort in the lower abdomen."

"Taste?" The doctor took two deep breaths in confusion, then his face became a little unsightly, and he stood up.

"What's the matter? Doctor?" Mrs. Meng asked suspiciously.

The doctor looked around in the study, raised his nose and sniffed around, his face was obviously strange.

"But what's wrong?" Madam Meng asked again.

The doctor coughed lightly, blushed, and said to Madam Meng, "Madam, take a step to speak."

Mrs. Meng was a little puzzled, knowing that there must be a reason for her not to say it. She walked aside with the doctor, turned her back, and whispered a few words. When she turned around again, there was a trace of anger on her face.

"Jinglun, come here!"

Meng Jinglun was also at a loss, not knowing what was going on.

"What's the matter, mother?"

Madam Meng looked serious and asked solemnly, "I ask you, what were you doing in the study just now?"

Meng Jinglun was stunned for a moment: "I didn't do anything, I just worked hard."

Madam Meng pointed at Xia Ziwu quietly: "Then why is she here?"

Meng Jinglun was guilty of being a thief, and was a little flustered: "Just passing by."

"Passing by?" Mrs. Meng looked at him up and down: "I ask you, is there something over the distance between the two of you?"

Meng Jinglun suddenly choked and his face turned red.

"You used to be someone who knew self-discipline, how can you not help it this time? Could it be that you really fell in love with this girl?"

Meng Jinglun hesitated and said: "The boy really didn't do anything, that is, he was a little confused, and it happened to be seen by An Ran."

Seeing Meng Jinglun's reaction, Mrs. Meng understood in her heart, and sighed lightly: "Tomorrow, send someone to send her third Miss Xia family back, don't let her stay here and make trouble."