After settling in, the sky was already dark, and the originally blue sky seemed to be covered with a layer of black satin, so dark that no starlight or moonlight could penetrate.
Usually such a night is very dangerous, usually such a night is always associated with fire, blood, and the dead.
Because of this, Yan Zhuo's mood could not be said to be very good. Although his brows were not furrowed, they were not relaxed either. His two eyebrows were like a scale, tilting and swinging between worry and worry.
Xiang'er's mood cannot be said to be very good. There are many reasons why she is in a bad mood. It can also be said that she does not need a reason to be in a bad mood.
Women, do you need any reason to feel bad?
However, Xiang'er did have reason to say that she was in a bad mood today, because her mood today was indeed ruined by others!
"Damn Fang Yingnan, it's all him who ruined my good deeds!" Xiang'er cursed secretly. She wanted to show off her experience in eating in front of Yan Zhuo today, that fish head soup, lion head, crystal
Shrimp cakes, hibiscus chicken slices, mullet money, and steamed duck liver are all Yunmeng's specialties that she often eats. When talking about these, she can speak clearly.
But now those dishes are cold, and the taste of cold dishes changes when they are reheated. It's like you wait until someone's heart has become cold before you think of your passion for her. At that time, the passion becomes somewhat redundant.
"Why didn't that Gu Foying fight me today? You two and the white fox have all fought with him, so why am I the only one who didn't fight him!" Xiang'er said this, with a bleak autumn wind blowing in his heart.
.
She didn't want to say this, but she couldn't express what was in her heart.
It is said that men are good at face, but in fact, women are even more good at face, especially in front of their sweetheart. In fact, Xiang'er wanted to ask Yan Zhuo: "Hey, Yan Zhuo, are you hungry? Do you want to eat that big fish head?"
, and the lion’s head, that lion’s head is as tender as a piece of tofu, a spoonful of it leaves a mouth full of fragrance.”
She also wanted to ask Yan Zhuo if she knew how to make the lion's head. Although she didn't know, she really wanted to learn it. She wanted to learn how to make it for Yan Zhuo.
But she always had so many thoughts in her mind, and what she said was still the same complaint, which was a bit unreasonable. She wanted to see if Yan Zhuo would care about her and think about her. She thought he could take care of her.
Emotions, can understand her mood.
Even if Yan Zhuo replied, "Yes, Gu Foying is wrong," Xiang'er would immediately run to the kitchen and order them to put another table of dishes.
But Yan Zhuo didn't say a word. He remained silent, his handsome face slightly lowered, with a hint of worry.
Xiang'er glanced at him. She saw his worry and sadness. She knew that Yan Zhuo always thought a lot and he always worried about many things. Therefore, she patiently stayed close to Yan Zhuo.
Next to him, he asked softly: "Are you hungry? Do you want something to eat?"
Yan Zhuo shook his head before he realized what he was doing and said casually: "Oh, I'm a little hungry. Let them heat up the dishes on the table. It would be a pity not to eat these dishes."
"Let's cook it again. These dishes will change their taste when they are hot and will not taste good." Xiang'er said it very lightly, just like a mother's beloved son.
But unexpectedly, Yan Zhuo only replied: "I'm not that rich."
These words were like a thorn, instantly piercing Xiang'er's sensitive heart.
Maybe Yan Zhuo was just evaluating himself, or maybe Yan Zhuo's words were not directed at Xiang'er, he just said them casually, but these words really penetrated into Xiang'er's heart, making her feel sad and sad.
anger.
She pushed the tea bowl on the table to the ground. With a crisp sound, the tea bowl shattered to the ground instantly.
When Yan Zhuo heard this crisp sound, his heartstrings suddenly tightened, thinking that someone had thrown a hidden weapon from an assassin, and immediately wanted to pull Xiang'er behind him.
When Xiang'er was pulled by Yan Zhuo like this, he was first surprised and then happy. Then he put on a nonchalant look on his face and said: "It's okay, it's okay. My hand slipped just now and I scared you.
You have the guts to call yourself a hero."
Yan Zhuo was not angry when she was like this, nor did he say anything. He just sat back in his chair without saying a word, and then he became worried and worried.
Xiang'er was happy in his heart. Although he didn't say anything, he already walked to the kitchen with his jade feet and ordered: "Heat the food for us."
Mu Yunfeng looked at the situation between Yan Zhuo and Xiang'er and vaguely understood in his heart. The beautiful figure of Yan Xiaoyu and the peach-colored dream that night appeared in his mind.
"How is she doing now? Is she in Jiangzuo Dynasty or Baiyun Villa now? Did the Luo family and his son know what happened that night? Did they humiliate him? And did Luo Tao..."
Thinking of this, Mu Yunfeng's heart couldn't help but twitch. He was a little ashamed, a little proud, and a little happy. He loved her. As for whether Yan Xiaoyu liked him or not, he felt that she did. That night's vows of eternal love
, the sweet words that night, her smile, and her anger are all engraved in Mu Yunfeng's mind and cannot be forgotten.
But, what about the future between me and her?
Thinking of these two words, Mu Yunfeng's heart twitched even more violently. Yan Xiaoyu is already Luo Tao's wife, is it possible for her and I to be together? Moreover, she is the princess of the Jiangzuo Dynasty, and I am just a
A young disciple of the Dian Cang clan, who wants money but no money, and talent but no knowledge, how can I be worthy of her?
The word love is like a buckle. When two people meet, they buckle each other step by step. The longer they walk, the tighter the buckle becomes. When you reach the point where I am in you and you are in me, if you want to separate again, it is tearing the skin apart.
It hurts my bones.
Since ancient times, the word "love" has been the most difficult to understand.
"Xianger, what an auspicious name!"
On the sickbed, Fang Yingnan's words came from his sleep.
