Han Mengxiao rushed forward, stretched out his hand and gave Ziru a loud slap in the face. Just as he was about to continue teaching Ziru, there was a "pop" sound. It was Zi Yihan who slapped Han Mengxiao with his backhand. Zi Yihan said angrily: "Meng
, you are crazy. Not only did you push Ru'er, but you actually did it. Isn't it just a potted flower?"
A man's power is heavier than a woman's. Han Mengxiao's face suddenly felt hot and painful, but no matter how painful her face was, it couldn't compare to the coldness in her heart at this moment. In the past few days, she and Zi Yihan had finally found each other.
The little warmth I returned was instantly cold.
There was a salty smell in her mouth, and the cold liquid flowed down the corners of her mouth. She wiped it with the back of her hand, smiling brightly: "Zi Yihan, this is my flower room, Ziru ran into my flower room,
You smashed my flowers and you hit me?"
Han Mengxiao's laughing words entered Zi Yihan's heart word by word. He immediately pushed Zi Ru away and stepped forward to grab Han Mengxiao's hand: "Meng...I..."
Only then did Zi Yihan realize what he had just done. He must be crazy. How could he hit her? He...
Han Mengxiao looked into his eyes and pulled his hand away. The blood on the back of his hand rubbed against Zi Yihan's palm and remained there, bright red.
"Zi Yihan, isn't it just a pot of flowers? Yes, it is just a pot of flowers, but from this moment on, you are not as good as a pot of flowers in my eyes." Han Mengxiao looked at Ziru with a smile: "I don't care.
Are you Princess Ziru, or something from somewhere? Congratulations, you won, aren't you just a man? I don't want it anymore, you can take it if you like it!"
She bent down and picked up the broken flower branches. Without even looking at Zi Yihan, she said to the frightened girl on the ground: "Xiao Cui, you stay here. When these two people leave, give this flower house to
I'm burned."
Zi Yihan heard her heartbroken voice. She actually said that he was not as good as a potted flower, not just a man. She didn't want it anymore? No more! No more!
No!
He really went crazy. He rushed forward and grabbed Han Mengxiao who had walked to the door of the flower room. He held her tightly: "Woman, what did you say? What did you say? What did you say! What did you say!"
Han Mengxiao raised his head, as if he had no soul, and said: "Let go... I said, I have made it possible for you, marry her, marry your Princess Ziru, I hope you... will be happy forever!"
She wanted him to marry Ziru, but she actually wanted him to marry Ziru. Zi Yihan let go of Han Mengxiao and stared into Han Mengxiao's eyes with burning eyes: "You want me to marry Ziru?"
"Yes," Han Mengxiao immediately replied: "Don't you always want to be responsible for her? Then marry her, I won't hinder you, just marry her."
"Yes!" Zi Yihan had no idea what he was talking about. He just looked at Han Mengxiao and said fiercely: "I just want to marry her. I have chosen the date, and it will be on the same day that the new king succeeds to the throne.
, how about it, isn’t it pretty good?”
Wouldn't it be nice to set it on the same day as the new king's accession to the throne?
Isn’t it great to set it on the same day as the new king’s accession to the throne?
Han Mengxiao didn't know how she returned to the black shop. She only knew that the last thing that came over and over in her mind was Zi Yihan's last words. She entered the door of the black shop and saw the red lady walking towards her with a smile on her face.
, she fainted, and then she had a dream, a long, heartbreaking dream about her past life.