"Cename".

Under the colorful glass lights, a face that is sobbing in a low voice that is hard to suppress.

There was only one person around the woman, and that person, holding the wine and drinking alone, did not see the extremely painful expression on her face.

"In the early Qing Dynasty, please order a dozen more wine for me."

On her flushed face, her words were not clear, but she was drunk and confused.

"Stop drinking, take a break."

Lian Qingchu put down the wine and looked at her, with complex and anxious eyes.

Everyone knows that Jiang Wanyan will drink so much wine today.

"Don't worry about me, give me some wine, hurry up, I want to drink, I want to drink"

I kept repeating the last sentence and the tone of command, not to mention how arrogant and cold it was.

"Stop drinking."

Even Qingchu still got up, frowned, and grabbed the cup in her hand.

Because her hand slipped into her arm, the wine glass fell to the ground. No one expected that the crisp sound of the glass would dissipate into pieces.

The shocking sound made the drunken people a little more sober.

Jiang Wanyan's face was dull, her straight eyes were still, and suddenly she burst into tears. Her makeup had long since dissipated. She covered her face with her hands and said all the words from her heart:

"Will Tingqian leave me just now? When I saw him holding her and leaving me, I realized that my heart was really uncomfortable. I was no longer in his eyes. He was married, and I knew he was married."

Regardless of the decent smashing and throwing, everything around her became something she vented.

Even the Qingchu, who always thought Jiang Wanyan was a representative of a quiet lady, was shocked. This was the first time he saw this woman as being so rude. Why did he show such a rude face when he was so cruel?

These are all good wines. You can smash them when you say they are smashed? You can throw them when you say they are thrown?

He stopped immediately. Lian Qingchu held Jiang Wanyan on the sand and held her impulsive behavior. Finally, he was really confused and shouted at him, which made people calmer.

"What's so sad? Huo Han is like that. Do you still want Mo Tingqian to leave it alone? Wanyan, you also know that he is married."

In the last sentence, Lian Qingchu's tone was obviously weaker, and it was not as powerful as before. Instead, it was in a state of vain, and it seemed that he did not dare to say it loudly.

Jiang Wanyan covered her face with her hands crying and said lightly, "I'm not jealous of his goodness to Huo Han. I always believe him, but I don't feel uncomfortable when I see him holding another woman? How do you let me face the next life alone?"

Even the Qingchu was so embarrassed that he could not comfort people, nor would he coax people. This person was still Jiang Wanyan. It would be embarrassing to treat the values ​​correctly for this woman’s current identity. What should I say?

"The three of us agreed to come and have a drink, but because of Huo Han, he couldn't. To be honest, I don't like someone to disrupt our life rhythm like this, this shouldn't have been born!"

Lian Qingchu's brain and scalp were numb, and he didn't know how to deal with Jiang Wanyan's words.

"In the early Qing Dynasty, you'll let him come now, okay? Call him and call him over immediately."

The woman's face was lost, and her words were filled with pitiful and sympathetic heartache. She couldn't help but beg, praying to the beginning of Lian Qing Dynasty.

Even Qingchu was so embarrassed that he was speechless. Huo Han must be still in treatment now. If Mo Tingqian was called at this time, and there was no one to take care of him, how could he do it?

Pussed his lips, and even Qingchu did not answer her words. Instead, he changed another topic: "Wanyan, you have to know that it is not the past. Since he chose to get married, it means that he himself agreed. No one can force him to go to the Civil Affairs Bureau. Do you think that Huo Han can do what methods can he force Mo Ting if he is a 21-year-old woman.

Go get married?”

I don’t know if I heard this, Jiang Wanyan gradually stopped crying, gently wiped her face with a tissue, and said slowly, “I’m back, you can drink it slowly by yourself.”

"Wanyan"

Lian Qingchu called out from behind, and Jiang Wanyan left very quickly and did not look back.

The next day.

When he slept until early in the morning, there was a knock on the door outside, and Huo Han opened his eyes again.

Magically, she found herself wearing clothes, even underwear.

His cheeks rosy slightly, and when he was considering that there were people outside knocking on the door, he touched his face: "Who?"

"It's grandpa." The voice outside was Mo Tingqian.

After a moment of silence, he found that the door had been opened and the one standing outside was Mr. Mo.

"grandfather."

"Are you better now?"

Before he came in, Mr. Mo had already spoken first, and Huo Han saw the concern in his words.

"It's okay, I'm much better, thank you for your concern."

Sitting on the edge of the bed, Old Master Mo finally nodded as he heard it, "That's good, that's good, you must take good care of yourself, do you know?"

For some reason, Huo Han suddenly felt very moved.

Apart from her relatives, this is the first time she has been cared for so much. An old man who is fifty or sixty years older than her seems to be even more worried about his body than her.

"Thank you, grandpa, I'm much better. I heard that Mr. Mo has helped me a lot."

"You kept holding him and refused to let go last night, so I just let him take care of you. You are his wife, and who will take care of you?"

That intentional tone seemed to want to make Huo Han smile.

Huo Han didn't expect that this old man would be so interesting.

"Thank you for your concern, and I asked you to come and see me. It's because I'm unfilial."

"Hey, they are all family and they are together again. I can still walk a few steps away. I heard Tingqian miss your father, right?"

Huo Han glanced at the look from Mo Tingqian at this time and nodded.

She lit it a few times immediately.

"Well, okay, then go and have a look. Don't stay outside for too long. Your feet still hurt. Remember to come back soon."

"Really? Thank you grandpa, thank you grandpa."

Huo Han suddenly felt a little cheap. She felt a little uncomfortable with such good treatment. She was so surprised that she was flattered!

After changing clothes, Huo Han could not move because of injuries on his feet. Along the way, Mo Tingqian hugged her.

"I can do it myself, so I'll get off the car later and take a wheelchair?"

She saw him always bent over and hunched, which was a strange influence on his appearance. Don’t the domineering presidents never bent over?

"A wheelchair needs strength to be pushed." Mo Tingqian replied coldly, obviously, because she felt that she was overestimating her ability.

What can you do with thin arms and legs?

In the end, Huo Han didn't want to see him well. He was always better than being held by him than pushing a heavy wheelchair by himself.

"Thank you then, Mo Tingqian."

"Huo Han."

"Huh?" Huo Han looked at him in confusion, looking at the person who stared at him deeply, "Don't call my full name."
Chapter completed!