Meng Po’s Husband Chasing Diary

happy match? Where is the good relationship between her and Sheng Jiayan, how could she not see it.

Not only that, she also felt that Sheng Jiayan had owed herself something in her life. She would have to be dragged down by herself occasionally, and she had to solve many troubles for herself. Thinking about it this way, I feel that this is not good fortune, and it is clearly bad fortune!

Meng Eqiu thought about it seriously in his own life, and didn't even think about the word **** at all.

When Mrs. Lin saw her expression, she could only lament in her heart that the beauty of Meng Meng was extremely beautiful, that is, her mind was not bright. Poor that Sheng son, he almost wrote the word like on his face.

Forget it, they still have to toss about things of the generation.

After the words were over, Mrs. Lin was ready to get up and say goodbye. It was at this time that the outside maid came to report that Wei Chuhua was here.

Wei Chuhua still wears gorgeous clothes, as if the pressure of Yangming Mountain did not affect her mood. A light blue water cloud dress with cherry blossoms and a jade belt around her waist made her linger and slender. There are four golden hairpins symmetrically inserted in her high hair bun. These are luxurious, and she has her usual style.

When she saw Meng Eqi, she had a trace of unnaturalness on her face. When she saw Meng Eqi looking at her blankly, Wei Chuhua was impatient: "You didn't ask me to sit down?"

Meng luxe suddenly woke up and quickly said: "Sit and sit, do you want tea? Sister Wei?"

Wei Chuhua knew she was teasing herself, cooperating with her pretense and saying, "That's not necessary." She was waiting for Meng Eqi to talk to herself, but this guy didn't play cards according to common sense. Meng Eqi saw that she no longer spoke. Actually, no one started to march.

"..." Wei Chuhua restrained his grumpy temper: "Meng Yingqi, can't you take on the appearance of a woman?"

"I'm like this...Isn't it like a woman?" Meng Haoqi just pulled away his collar and glanced inside. He felt that his figure was good and he didn't look like a man.

Wei Chuhua only felt a sigh of relief in his chest, and wished to open Meng Eju's brain to see what was inside. She remembered the purpose of the present, took a deep breath, and let the maid behind show something: "You have had a sickness before, and you can't remember anything. There is this millennium ginseng in my family. It’s my father’s baby in the ancestral temple, and I’ve taken it out deliberately. Don’t think I’m here to thank you. I just look at you somehow and don’t remember many things. Pity you.”

She said in disgust, she pushed the long box with ginseng in front of Meng Eqi.

Meng Haoqi opened the long ink box, and inside was lying a ginseng with an almost fuzzy human shape. The roots of the stubble were slender and strong. It was indeed a good thing. but……

"Isn't ginseng usually supplemented by life?" Meng Eju wondered.

Wei Chuhua had a meal and felt that this was indeed the case. Ginseng was stolen from her ancestral temple. Except for this, she couldn't think of anything else she could help Meng Yuqi, but she felt that Meng Yiqi could have amnesia since she was injured. Presumably it was not a disease, so she thought that ginseng could be solved.

So she pretended to be calm and said: "This is a brain supplement, isn't it just for you?"

Meng 萋 frowned, not knowing whether to nod to express agreement. After all, Wei Chuhua is right, he is indeed lack of memory, but how does it sound strange to fill the brain...

"That's good! Since it's your kindness, then I will accept it, thank you Chuhua."

"嘁——" Wei Chuhua pretended not to carelessly, but was very satisfied: "Will you cook? Or I will let my maid help you."

Meng Wanqi nodded his head and handed the box to the maid behind Wei Chuhua. He still asked in a nonchalant manner: "Is this really okay? Is it really effective to help me think of some things before?"

Wei Chuhua, a deep girlie, knows what ginseng can do. She only knows that she is a baby. She gave everything away, and she couldn’t let Meng Eqiu look at herself, so she patted her **** to pack the ticket, and had something she heard to hear: "At that time, Li Shilang's daughter spit out her tongue, A bite of ginseng soup will come to life immediately. Life can be saved, not to mention your brain defect."

"... pay attention to the words, I am amnesia."

When the two were waiting for the ginseng to cook well, Wei Chuhua and Meng Eqi went from chatting to the ground, from the garden of Wei House to which concubine in the palace. In the evening, the ginseng soup was finally cooked.

Not only did the rain outside, but it got bigger and bigger.

Meng Eqi took the bowl of Huang Chengcheng's soup and tasted it in Wei Chuhua's nervous eyes.

"How is it!?" Wei Chuhua asked: "Did you remember anything?"

Meng Wan's eyebrows smashed his mouth, then shook his head: "No."

"It must be that you drank too little! Drink it all." Wei Chuhua was an impatient person. She saw the result more urgently than Meng Eqi at this moment to prove that she had no lies.

Meng Wanqi obediently drank the bowl of concentrated essence of millennium ginseng, but still did not remember anything, but started to burn in his belly.

"Chuhua, how do I think I'm a little bit hot." Meng Eqi felt that the chest was burning hot, and she untiedly unbuttoned her shirt.

When Wei Chuhua saw her increasingly red face, she stretched out a hand and touched it, but she was scared to take it back: "It's hot!"

"You ginseng will not be fake!?"

"How come!" Wei Chuhua's sharp eyes glanced at the maid behind him: "Are you sure you are the one who handles the ginseng when you cook it, is there no one else?"

The girl shuddered and quickly knelt down, saying: "All the slave-servants handled it alone, and no second person touched it. Moreover, Meng's symptoms are not like drinking fake ginseng soup, but like drinking too much... …Know that ginseng is not weak when it is given to people who eat it.

"Drink too much?! Why didn't you remind you just now!" Wei Chuhua said angrily: "Is there just too many bowls?"

"Slaughter...slave reminded me." The girl grimaced: "But you just laughed too much with Meng Meng, and you didn't even listen to the slaves. Don't look at this bowl, it's big Thousand-year ginseng to make up the fire..."

After listening to Meng Haoqi, she only felt that her three souls and seven souls would be hot and scattered, and she anxiously said: "Go and help me carry a bucket of cold water!"

Wei Chuhua was a little flustered and quickly asked her to fill the bath tub in Meng Eqi's room with cold water. Meng luxe a violent man dumbfounded in, soaked for a long time, his face was still scary scary.

Wei Chuhua was afraid that she might get sick because of this. She wanted to break her head and suddenly flashed: "You wait, I will call Sheng Gongzi, he must have a way!"

She hurried out with her maid, leaving Meng Eqi lying in the bath tub and wailing alone.

When Sheng Jiayan entered, he saw this scene.

Meng Haoqi wore a wet white towel on his head, and his face burned like a sunset glow. When he came, he did not forget to be silly.

"I didn't mean it, I just gave her ginseng just to thank her, I don't understand..." Wei Chuhua stood next to Sheng Jiayan, worried.

"Everyone went out first, and Chunfeng went to ask Lang Zhong to listen to his orders in the front hall." Sheng Jiayan said coldly, and everyone withdrew. Xiang Dingchen was the last to leave, not forgetting to close the door for them.

Sheng Jiayan rushed back from the outside. His robe also carried rain stains on the outside. The purple gold crown on his head showed a cold breath under the candlelight. He changed his robe next to the shelf where the clothes were shelved, and looked coldly at Meng Eqi.

"It's really capable," he sneered: "You can eat a thousand ginseng at a time, and your brain is really broken?"

He walked to the bath tub, bent over and looked at Meng Eqi.

Meng Hagyu's bulging mouth spouted a cluster of water splashes, just in the middle of Sheng Jiayan's face.

"Don't be angry, watch me show you carp spray!"

Sheng Jiayan blacked her face and pulled her out of the tub. After three times, five and two, she stripped off her soaked clothes, facing Meng's gleaming white teeth, his movements were still not frivolous.

Meng Eqi was tossed gently by him, then fell into the soft bed, surrounded by a pile of ice silk quilt.

She couldn't sit still and wanted to get out of bed. She was stopped by Sheng Jiayan. The latter simply leaned up and blocked it by the bed, and Meng Yingqi couldn't go any further, so he cried anxiously.

"Don't make trouble, it won't be boring for a while." Sheng Jiayan pressed her in her arms: "There is a lesson, you should not dare next time."

Meng Wanqi didn't know what he was, just leaning on his chest, she had only Sheng Jiayan's strong and strong chest muscles in front of her.

I want to touch...

Paw had already touched Sheng Jiayan's chest with her consciousness. He had a cold rain on his body, and Meng Eqi smelled a lot of tranquility.

"Ayan..." she murmured: "I think you feel comfortable, can I touch it again."

"No." Sheng Jiayan refused directly, and did not forget to take Meng's unreliable paws.

"But I can't help it..." Meng Eqi extended his salty pig's hand again.

"Then you want to think clearly--" He bullied and pressed Meng Eqi under him, so he said with a leisurely gesture: "First of all, I am a man, and second is the prince."

"..." It seemed that there was only one hand to disperse the fog in Meng's mind, her thoughts could finally be clearer, and she finally realized the ambiguous distance between her and Sheng Jiayan, and the atmosphere in the room was so full that her face The temperature continues to rise.

"Ayan, can you order something to divert my attention?" she said for a long while.

"'If it is lacking, it will not be used badly. If it is great, it will be used poorly' What is the next sentence?"

"..." Meng Yuqi was confused: "What is this?"

"Daode Jing." Lord Regent said lightly.

I really admire Sheng Jiayan for having such a clear brain circuit.

"...I can only remember that the color in the Heart Sutra is empty and the color is." Meng Haoqi stared at his charming and seductive throat and swallowed.

As soon as she finished, she was hit on the head, and Sheng Jiayan's cold voice came from above: "What are you doing with my belt?"

"I? No... you go on, where have we been just now, what is the color?"