marry a weak waist

Sometimes Dong Mo wondered, where did Meng Tiao get these inexplicable tempers?Obviously, sometimes she talks well, but she suddenly loses face.It was obvious that she was asking for something from others, but there was no sign of a little fuzz in those sassy eyes.

He was yelled, and felt a little unhappy. He turned the empty teacup upside down on the desk, and stood up triumphantly, "I didn't say a word."

After speaking, he opened the curtain and went to the bedroom.Meng Tiao sat alone in the outside room, and heard the rustling of the bedroom curtains, like a breeze blowing away her anger.

She turned her head to look, and there was a large part of orangutan felt hanging on the screen, the dull red also obscured the light inside, slightly swaying, revealing a pot of white roses on the small high table inside.

Looking across a large illusory space, the potted flower sometimes reveals and sometimes appears, erratically as if planted in a dream.Meng Tiao sat blankly in the middle of the small hall, looking more and more empty.She got up and sat on the couch, and as soon as she turned around, she saw Dong Mo standing in front of the curtain.

He changed into a lake-green Taoist robe and a net scarf. With the dark red orangutan felt as the background, he seemed to be a little bit of coolness jumping out from the thick sea of ​​desire in the dream, which scared her away quickly.

She couldn't escape, Dong Mo walked towards where she could see, and looked at the cup of cold tea poured on the table, "You are really free." Cup smiles, "Please sit down, I don't really like those ways of hospitality, I'm also casual in your house."

Rather than saying that he didn't like those distant hospitality, what he couldn't say was that Mengtiao sat there, as if he was born to sit there, picking on his taciturnity, and annoyed him.

Ask yourself, he is willing to entangle with Mengyuan many times, except for suspicion, most of the time it is because of these inexplicable imaginations.

Meng Tiao only guessed the first half of the reason, his curiosity towards her made her sit still more informally, she softened her waist as if discouraged, and looked at the materials on the kang table, "Come here and see, which one do you want to cut?" match?"

"You can figure it out." Dong Mo didn't even look at it, he walked lazily and sat on the other side, just looking at her with half a smile but not a smile.

Meng Tiao's heart was on fire again, and he raised the ruler in a businesslike manner, "Then you stand up, and I'll measure it."

The two stood under the couch, Meng Tiao measured his shoulders and arms first.Her fingertips were a little cold, and they accidentally touched his spine, cooling him from the heat from the sun.He kindly said: "You bring more pieces of material back, and I will tailor clothes for you and your sister to wear."

In the blink of an eye, Meng Yu remembered Mei Qing's satirical words about her, who doesn't love money?Could it be that she was born poor and unworthy of money? !

She glanced at the piece of damask on the desk, then measured his arm with a rope, "I don't have that blessing, and I can't wear such nice clothes."

Dong Mo spread his arms, turned his face to look at her, and suddenly told her to pinch her waist, "Stand up straight! How can I measure the crooked ones?!"

It was pinching his waist, making his muscles and bones weak, and he couldn't help but look down at her. The sun was reflected by the shade of trees in the courtyard, and shot a bunch of beams on her eyelids from the window.

She turned to the back, wrapped a thin hemp rope around his waist, and he waited quietly. After a while, she turned back to the front and twisted him, "I said don't move, don't move! Where are you itching?"

Dong Mo clearly didn't move, it's hard to tell!I could only stare at her drooping eyelashes and her muttering cheeks.The anger he originally mentioned dissipated in an instant, and he asked her calmly, "Who gave you anger?"

"Ah?" After asking, Meng Yuan lost his temper only after he regained consciousness.Ever since she was ridiculed by Mei Qing, she never listened to the words of money and wealth, and she felt guilty when she mentioned it, and she felt a little angry from embarrassment.

She glanced at the damask on the kang table again, still angry!As soon as the ruler was thrown in this room, Mrs. Gui couldn't hold back her temper, "I can't measure anymore! It's too hot, take a rest first, and measure again later!"

Dong Mo went forward to see her, although his eyes were sharp, and he occasionally said something harsh, most of them were gentle and gentle, and he had never seen such a big anger.He lowered his arms and watched her turn her back to sit on the couch, and pursed her lips behind her back thinking about the reason.

Before she could figure it out, Meng Yuan regretted that Zhang Yinlian's softness was almost destroyed by her!

She hurriedly picked up her gentle attitude, and rolled her eyes with tears in her eyes, "I'm sorry, I got up early to deliver handkerchiefs to someone's house, and I got ridiculed a few times, and I feel a little uncomfortable. Measure again."

Dong Mo sat down, "It's time to set the meal, measure it after eating."

Meng Yu gave him a sideways glance, as if grateful for his careless thoughtfulness.

The two of them were having nothing to say, when the girl just happened to invite someone to come in and set up a meal, and Meng Tiao gradually let go of her anger.

After the meal, I measure the size again. If it is bad, it is bad to make a suit of clothes and say at least two or three months.Mengtiao wanted to think carefully about getting in touch with him, but he didn't want him to sip tea and wrote lightly: "You make two more silks, I use them every day. I don't know if you have time."

"Okay!" Meng Yu responded a little anxiously, turned his face slightly red, and lowered his voice, "Do more, and pay off your money as soon as possible."

The two glanced at each other, each pregnant with a dark child.Not long after she resigned, Dong Mo sent her to the corner gate and ordered the boy to set up the cart, and the two of them stood at the gate and waited.The corner gate is in a narrow alley, and occasionally passers-by come and go, peeping.Meng Tiao couldn't help but move towards the door frame.

Dong Mo noticed that Yan was on the other side of the door frame, very frankly, "Didn't you say that you no longer expect to marry a good man, why do you care about the eyes of strangers?"

This man really remembered every clue, and he almost forgot about the lies Mengtiao made up casually.She glanced sideways, "I'm not thinking of you, you are a young man who is not yet married, and you have attracted some gossip, which lady will be willing to marry you in the future?"

The afternoon sun had faded from its blazing intensity, and it was about noon, and it was hard to tan. This would have a somewhat nonchalant and gentle attitude, slanting over the courtyard wall of the big mansion opposite.The laughter of the servants inside the wall reminded Dong Mo of his mansion in the capital.

He was slightly indifferent, "I want to marry a wife, and most people are willing to marry."

Meng Tiao sneered disdainfully in his heart.According to what the girl said, he is clearly a silver pewter gun head who looks good on the outside but is neglected at home, and this will show his face in front of her again.

Hmph, she didn't want to expose it, she rolled her eyelids, "It's okay, I admire you, I admire you!"

Dong Mo didn't argue, he pursed his lips and smiled, lowering his jaw halfway.From this side, he could clearly see his sharp jawline, so Meng Yuan couldn't help but take a second look.All of a sudden, she thought of her mother again, who had been making concubines with young men all the year round, spending money like running water all the year round, and no matter how much money she earned, she couldn't save a decent family business.

She hurriedly retracted her eyes, as if she was tightening her hard-earned purse, and caught up with the servant leading the carriage, and hurriedly grabbed her skirt.

The carriage drove two steps, she peeked through the curtain, Dong Mo was still leaning on the door, staring at the vast sunlight under the stone step, the thick shadow of eyelashes fluttered motionlessly on his face, as if he was in a daze.

In the door embedded in him, the forest flowers are half covered, like a cave full of weeds.The long alley outside the gate is deep and deep, and the stone road is covered with moss, and it looks like a green rugged mountain road.He was embedded in the door, and his black boots wandered aimlessly for two steps, turning back and entering the door with nowhere to go.

Until he was nowhere to be seen, Meng Yuan's heart was empty for no reason.She threw down the curtain, and the veil inside the carriage showed light, and the golden color was a bit dim and fantastic.

The author says:

Dong Mo, a person who is not good at talking about love, but is very good at loving.

Meng Yuan, a person who doesn't know how to love, but is very good at expressing love.