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"Isn't it right to think so? I also think that those men are not as attractive as money in my eyes."

The doubt in Meng Wantang's eyes was so clear.

For a moment, Lu Qingye became mute.

What else could Lu Qingye say? He could only say that the two of them were worthy of being mother and son.

The ideas and concepts about many things are almost exactly the same.

Meng Wantang looked very easygoing, but in fact, he was not easygoing at all. Not only that, but he was also very ruthless.

She had her eyes on a piece of land, and when she found out someone was trying to snatch it away, she acted quickly, ruthlessly, and accurately, leaving no room for the enemy.

"Do you think what we said is not right? I already have you, but my son is still a bachelor. If he is only interested in money every day, then his life may be over. But it's not a big deal if someone doesn't get married. At most, if you meet a child that suits your eyes, you can adopt one and be done with it. In many cases, adopted children are no different from your own biological children."

After Meng Wantang finished speaking, she found that Lu Qingye was silent.

When she went out today, she went to Chen Jiaojiao's place on purpose. As a result, Chen Jiaojiao bought two bottles of good wine. As she was heartbroken, she insisted on taking her to taste it.

She had drunk a little wine and was a little tipsy.

Not only is my brain slow to react, but I'm also more or less dizzy.

Meng Wantang tilted her head and thought hard, thinking over again what she had just said, only to find that she couldn't even remember what she had said.

She only remembered the general idea.

"Is there anything wrong with what I said just now? If there is anything wrong, please don't be angry. I didn't mean to say it. Maybe I just said it without thinking."

Meng Wantang took two steps forward, grabbed Lu Qingye's sleeve and shook it gently, but she lost her balance and her head hit his chest.

She frowned in pain, pouted and said, "It's a bit hard, it hurts my head a bit."

She raised her hand and touched her mouth, mumbling, "No matter how hard I train my muscles, it shouldn't hurt this much."

Lu Qingye didn't expect that his wife would be like this after drinking too much. She looked much younger.

It's a bit like when the two first met.

He was stunned for a moment, his voice a little hoarse, and he grabbed the hand that was causing trouble: "It's the button on my clothes that hurts, you just bumped into it."

"Then why did you put a button here? If you didn't put a button here, I wouldn't get hurt."

Lu Qingye was about to explain when Meng Wantang blinked and stared at him up, down, left and right.

Then he said with a look of sudden enlightenment: "I bought you this dress. I thought you looked really handsome in it. When you came out wearing it today, I felt that you were really no different from the guys in the entertainment industry. If you were to enter the industry, there would be absolutely no place for those little brats."

Lu Qingye listened quietly to her gibberish. Although some of the words were a little unfamiliar, he was not surprised at all.

Why not surprising?

That's because this happened not once, but twice.

Lu Qingye heard it but pretended not to hear it.

He pretended to be deaf and dumb just to keep his wife, so no matter what she said or what she did that was completely different from the bad woman she used to be, he would not be shocked, and even his eyelashes would not tremble.

He was very sure that the woman in front of him was the woman he once loved and wanted to marry.

Although no one knew what happened, she came and went again.

Finally, after so many years, I came back again.

He is very happy.

She must have her reasons for doing this.

And she no longer remembered him, and even forgot many things.

After Lu Qingye learned the truth, he never felt conflicted or painful again.

He just wanted her to stay by his side forever. It didn't matter that she had forgotten that they had loved each other.

Then try again.

He believed that she must have paid a heavy price to come back.

It's just amnesia, it's not important. If I've loved before, I will love again.

Lu Qingye is not afraid.

He had plenty of time to fall in love with her.

"I feel a little dizzy. Why do I feel even more dizzy now?" Meng Wantang said puzzledly while holding her forehead. "I clearly didn't drink much just now. Why do I feel so dizzy now? Am I drunk? I'm sober."

Meng Wantang pushed Lu Qingye away and went back to bed to rest.

As a result, although she took a big step forward, it was actually like she was moving diagonally forward, or rather, almost taking a big step sideways.

"What's going on? Why doesn't this bed listen to me? I was clearly moving to the right. Why did it have to move that way?"

Lu Qingye couldn't bear to see him acting crazy while drunk. Although it was cute, it would be troublesome if he fell. He walked over, picked him up, and put him on the bed.

Lu Qingye was still waiting for her to lose her temper.

I waited for a long time but there was no movement.

He took off her shoes and stood up. Meng Wantang gave him a sweet smile.

“I find you to be a very kind person.”

Lu Qingye, who was suddenly given a good guy card, reached out to unbutton his shirt.

Meng Wantang instantly covered her buttons and slapped his hand away.

"I just praised you for being a good person, and now you're not doing anything. What are you doing? How can you touch my buttons? Can you just unbutton my buttons? Do you know that my husband is very powerful? You look like you don't even know what husband means? Let me give you some scientific knowledge. In ancient times, husband was just like husband, and it was a very intimate word. Do you understand now?"

Lu Qingye's Adam's apple rolled: "Is your husband so powerful?"

"Of course, my husband is amazing. He loves me very very much, and of course I love him very very very much too."

Meng Wantang puffed out her chest with pride, feeling extremely proud.

Lu Qingye wanted to bend down and kiss her, but he suppressed his impulse and asked her in a hoarse voice: "Then do you know who I am?"

"How would I know who you are? I don't know you." Meng Wantang still remembered that this man had touched her.

She was slow to react and realized that this person might have some ill intentions.

She stared at the man seriously, then puffed her cheeks and said, "Hey, why do you look a bit like my husband? Let me tell you, although you look a lot like my husband, you are older than my husband. My husband was wearing a green military uniform, and even though he was injured, he was like a sword drawn from its sheath, standing there straight. I only took one look at him. My heart was pounding. I was afraid that he would dislike me for being a nymphomaniac, so I didn't dare to look at him any longer."

Meng Wantang kept complaining.

"I'm just a woman, and I'm a woman with some money. Why can't I look at a man? Besides, he's my own man. What's wrong with me looking at him a few more times? I'm a woman. Is it abnormal for a woman to look at a man? If I look at a woman, it means I like women. Although this is normal in nature, heterosexuality is the mainstream. So if I look at my own husband a few more times and feel moved, it's not against the law, right?"

Lu Qingye was simply overwhelmed by her cuteness.

How did she manage to be exactly the same as when we first met?

It was clearly the same face, just his clothes and hairstyle had changed, but there was no trace of aging on his face, as if time had stopped on his face.

Sometimes Lu Qing looked in the mirror and saw wrinkles at the corners of her eyes.

It's not there when I'm not smiling, but it's quite obvious when I smile.

He looks very young among his peers, but when he is with Meng Wantang, when he and I stand together and look at each other in the mirror, I can clearly feel that he is getting older.

"Do you like him so much? Your mind is full of him." Lu Qingye had a faint bitter smile on his face.

Meng Wantang became unhappy when he heard this.

She pouted and her eyes were cold, which made her look quite intimidating, or at least scary.

But Lu Qingye thought she was cute.

She frowned and asked fiercely: "Why? Do you think I'm a love-brained person?"

"What is a love brain?" Lu Qingye asked sincerely.

Meng Wantang leaned back, looking disgusted: "Where did you come from? An old man? How come you don't even know what love brain is?"

Lu Qingye, whose heart was stabbed, said: "..."

"Why don't you tell me?"

Meng Wantang curled her lips and looked alert: "I won't tell you, what good will it do me to tell you?"

"What benefit do you want?"

Meng Wantang reached out to push him, but found that her arm was not long enough, so she raised her foot and kicked him backwards.

Her body was extremely flexible, and her toes were stretched out to press against his shoulders, allowing him to keep a safe distance from her.

Lu Qingye's eyes fell on the white instep, then looked at the delicate and smooth long legs, and his breathing became slightly heavier for a moment.

"I don't want any benefits. My husband will give me anything I want. Don't think you can do whatever you want just because you are a little bit similar to my husband."

"I haven't done anything yet, you can't put the blame on me." Lu Qingye defended himself.

Meng Wantang thought about it carefully: "It seems that you really did nothing wrong, and you even helped me."

"So can you tell me what love-brain is?" Lu Qingye asked sincerely.

Meng Wantang frowned and said with disdain: "I tell you, there are many brains in this world, but the love brain is the most untouchable."

"why?"

Lu Qingye was very curious.

Meng Wantang's little face was quite serious.

She looked up at Lu Qingye and found this man so annoying as he insisted on digging into her affairs.

"Because love-brainedness will benefit others and make you very unhappy."