Meng Po’s Husband Chasing Diary

Wei Chuhua finally got rid of Meng Eqi's questioning, and Fei also hid in the cabin. Meng Haoqi leaned on the mahogany handrail and shook her fan. Her lake green skirt was blown by the wind, like a new lotus after the rain.

The sound of footsteps rang slightly behind him, and Meng Egeng grinned secretly.

Presumably, Wei Chuhua is back again. I don’t want to scare her this time!

She counted footsteps in her heart, and when the other party was only one step away from her, she suddenly turned around and made a slightly grim face.

Sheng Jiayan looked at her indifferently, seeing Meng Eqi's pretended nose squint and squinting, he raised his eyebrows slightly: "What new trick is this?"

Not only did Meng Yuqi not scare Sheng Jiayan, but he was scared and almost fell to the ground.

"Wang... Lord, why are you here?"

"Can't I come?"

Meng Wanqi watched his slender, slightly warped eyes bend into a bewildering arc, and bowed his head silently: "Then...I'm going to go, Grandpa, and I've been dizzy for a long time."

She had just passed Sheng Jiayan by mistake, but Sheng Jiayan grabbed her wrist. Meng Wanqi struggled slightly, but found that Sheng Jiayan's grip was getting tighter. She stared back with some pain, and Sheng Jiayan chuckled with a sneer: "Open your mouth."

"?" Meng Yuqi didn't know what Sheng Jiayan was going to do. On the contrary, she held her lips tightly and looked bitter and hatred deep.

Was it supposed to feed me some poison... Meng Haoqi swallowed nervously.

Sheng Jiayan has always been an activist. When he saw that Meng Haoqi didn't obey, he directly grasped her cheeks. With a little effort, Meng Eqin opened her mouth when she was in pain, and Sheng Jiayan took the opportunity to stuff a thin slice of something she didn't know what to do under her tongue.

The pungent smell went straight into the spirit cover, Meng Eqi had a choking cough, and Sheng Jiayan's fingers slid around her mouth, and then pressed on her scalded place like a prank.

"Aw!" When he pressed it, Meng yawned and jumped up.

Sheng Jiayan withdrew his hand and brought a hint of crystal white lines on his fingertips. This scene was too ambiguous. When the elder Yue Yue wrote here, the old face blushed and passed quietly.

Meng Haoqi was holding a railing and covering her chest, and coughed violently. Finally, he was relieved: "Wang... Wangye, is this your new method of torture?"

"No." Sheng Jiayan calmly put his hands behind his back calmly: "I'm afraid your tongue will be swollen, and eating will be unfavorable."

Meng Haoqi looked up at him, and the afterglow of the sun plated Sheng Jiayan's beautiful face from the side. Although he didn't have much expression, his usual dark eyes were now full of seemingly absent smiles.

"Come here and post another one." He beckoned to Meng Hao.

Reluctantly, Meng Wanqin covered her mouth and backed away, dumbly said: "I just ate a slice!"

Sheng Jiayan swallowed slowly: "You are hot now, if you don't honestly reduce the swelling. It wouldn't hurt to ask for it, but it is not convenient to eat."

Meng Haoqi stared at the beautiful eyes.

People can say nothing, but they can't skip meals! But she still looked at Sheng Jiayan vigilantly: "But you just had a lot of strength just now, and it hurt me so much!"

Sheng Jiayan slowly approached: "I must be very light this time."

"you promise!?"

"Guarantee."

"you swear!?"

"Well," he said, he had already grabbed Meng Eqi at the edge of the railing.

Meng Xuqi opened her mouth obediently: "Ah-"

Sheng Jiayan did not have any words this time. He moved the mint piece very gently on the red and swollen tongue of Mengqi. With such a little act of compassion, perhaps Meng Eqi and he did not find it.

However, Wei Zixi, who was clearly in the cabin looking at this situation, discovered it. He froze a little and raised his foot to go out to see what happened to Meng Eqi.

Unexpectedly, Wei Zixi felt a tight waist.

Lin Jingxing hugged Wei Zixi's waist and said: "Ah! Brother Wei, I have eaten too many ice bowls to diarrhea. You will take me to the hut."

Wei Zixi couldn't do it. He looked around and found that there was no girl around. Lin Jingxing’s parents were still playing wine orders with Mo Chunfeng and others. They were screaming there, and Wei Zixi shouted a lot, and they were all pressed down by Lin Gaoshan’s loud voice.

Lin Jingxing painfully grasped Wei Zixi's clothes: "Brother Wei, hurry up! I can't hold it anymore."

Wei Zixi couldn't help but had to hate Lin Jingxing on his shoulders and went straight to the cabin toilet on the first floor.

Entering the latrine, Lin Jingxing did not forget to say: "Brother Wei, please don't leave. I don't have much paper. If you don't have enough time, I'll bother you to get it, otherwise I can only bare my **** full Running on the board!"

Wei Zixi gritted his teeth and said, "Got it, then hurry up!"

Meng Wanqi's obedient person let Sheng Jiayan post a swelling mint piece to himself, and behind him was a cloud of crimson clouds hanging on the dark golden sky. Meng Yuqi felt that at this moment, I didn't know whether it was the summer wind blowing or the breath from Sheng Jiayan.

Sweeping on her face-

And her heart.

"Don't move with your mouth open, let the drug effect stay for a long time." Sheng Jiayan lifted her jaw, coaxing the child's voice to hear Meng Yingqi stunned, she didn't even obey the obedient obedient listener Come back.

The two were silent for a while, letting the evening wind wrap around them with lotus.

"Ameng," Sheng Jiayan suddenly said: "How do we get married when we return to the capital?"

Meng 萋 slammed his mouth shut, almost biting Sheng Jiayan's finger: "Succeed...brother!?"

"What's wrong?" Sheng Jiayan saw her reaction so intense, but raised her eyebrows slightly.

"...Of course it's wrong! It's not a child's play to get married. It's okay to have talents who love each other." When Meng Qiqi came here, she looked up and saw a flash of light in Sheng Jiayan's eyes, and immediately changed her mouth: "Of course An identity like the prince can’t just look at whether he likes it or not, but also depends on whether it matches the identity of the prince."

Somehow Meng Haoqi, at this time his heartbeat was very fast.

If she just heard the words "brotherhood" in her heart, she was not happy, it was deceiving.

Sheng Jiayan's dark and jade-like eyes clearly reflected Meng's face, and he whispered: "I have a special status. Choose a trustworthy person to be the princess. Do you think it is impossible?"

"..." Was it like this? There was a trace of desolation in Meng's heart. She silently lowered her head, and a dull voice came: "Then the prince still chooses her. I just want to find someone I like to get married. I am afraid that the prince will re-plan. Maybe Coming with you, getting married is an exchange of interests, but to me, it's just mutual protection with the sweetheart."

Meng Haoqi, left in a hurry. Sheng Jiayan stood behind her with deep eyes and did not catch up.

At that time, the atmosphere on the table was very delicate. Meng Qiqi buried his head in bitter eating, and Sheng Jiayan did not move her chopsticks. After being fooled by them, the people around didn't know what to do. Only Lin Jingxing had deliberately squatted in the toilet for a long time, so that now his legs are numb, and he is still lying on the soft chair on the side and wailing.

On the way back, Meng Eqi was forced to squeeze on a carriage with Wei Chuhua. Seeing that the good time is coming, Wei Zixi quickly took the initiative to ask Ying to help drive. Lin and his wife and Wei Zhen took a car, and of course Lin Jingxing squeezed cheeky on the carriage where Meng Qiqi was, still alert to Wei Zixi. Sheng Jiayan alone took Mo Chunfeng and Xiang Dingchen into another carriage. He passed by the carriage where Meng Qiqi was.

It happened that Wei Chuhua opened the car curtain at this time and saw Sheng Jiayan greeted him tenderly: "Brother Sheng, Chuhua said good night to you first."

Sheng Jiayan raised his head in a wasteland, and also responded with a light smile: "Good dream."

Then he didn't even glance at Meng Erqi sitting next to Wei Chuhua. He walked away with Mo Chunfeng and Dingchen.

Meng Xuqi pretended to rest with her eyes closed, listening to the conversation between them clearly. Something in her heart seemed to have been overturned, and her sour nose sucked, and her eyes were sore and tight.

However, she was not only sad, but she didn't know why she wanted to draw a knife to kill the Quartet, so as to vent her anger.

It is really strange, why is she angry?

Wei Chuhua demonstrated to her proudly on the side: "How is it, my relationship with the lord is not worse than you?"

Meng Xuqi sniffed his nose and ignored her.

She rarely choked, Wei Chuhua surprised: "You will not really fall out of favor?"

"When did I have to be spoiled!?" Meng Eqi roared, and Wei Zixi, who was surprised, wanted to lift the curtain to check, but Lin Jingxing slapped his hand.

Lin Jingxing pretended to be innocent: "Just a big mosquito, did you see Brother Wei?"

Wei Chuhua tweeted: "Meng Qiqi, you have to be, you are not stupid, you are simply brainless. If you are my prince, I am afraid that I will be sad."

Meng Qiqin looked at her suspiciously, but the latter no longer ignored her, and closed her eyes to recuperate.

Sheng Jiayan's carriage drove slowly, and Mo Chunfeng and Xiang Dingchen combined. Eventually, Mo Chunfeng went to guide the frustrated prince in love, and went to Dingchen to catch the car.

When Mo Chunfeng lifted the curtain and entered, Sheng Jiayan's generally handsome face was hidden in the dark, and the whole person exuded the breath of'no one close to others'.

"Your lord, what are you doing with Qianqi?"

Sheng Jiayan glanced at him lazily: "I am married, she refused."

"What!?" Mo Chunfeng jumped up: "Your lord, are you moving so fast?"

"Quick?" Sheng Jiayan sneered: "She said she wanted to get married when she was thirteen. Is this also called rapid?"

Mo Chunfeng rolled his eyes secretly and sat down cross-legged next to Sheng Jiayan: "Your lord, you don't understand this. The refusal of 萋萋 is not that you are not in your heart. If you don't mind, the subordinate will give you support. One trick, guaranteed to be effective, how about?"

Lord Regent, who has never been in the eye, looked at Mo Chunfeng's thief with a smile, and couldn't help but say: "."