marry a weak waist

Thinking of it this way, Meng Yuan somewhat forgave Dong Mo's arrogance for turning a blind eye to her beauty.Then I remembered the touch of his clothes, like a rope of fate, tightly grasped by her, entangled three people.

Seeing her in a daze, Meng Yu smiled relaxedly with her face tilted, "I see that his posture is so high at the moment, but he just wants to give us a wake-up call, telling us to retreat when we are in trouble, and stop flattering and flattering him."

Meng Tiao straightened up suddenly, knocked his head on his forehead, hissed in pain, covered the corner of his forehead and glared at him, "Hey, a peerless and upright official?"

He straightened her up, took her hand away, and took a closer look at her forehead that was scarred, "The forehead is red, but the mouth is still so unforgiving."

He raised his hand to rub hers, his eyes and hands were gentle, "But since we are in the local area, we have to deal with local officials like us. Just wait and see, within half a month, he will definitely send me a letter of greeting." , This is official etiquette. It’s just that I don’t think this person is of my race, so I have to treat him with courtesy on the surface, and I have to wrong you and save a trick.”

If you want to change your wife from an ordinary family, you should abide by women's virtues, care for your husband and teach your children.But Mengyao didn't pay much attention to it, but paid more attention to his hand rubbing her forehead.

She played too many dramas with men, and she did too many dramas, even she doubted herself.

She didn't dare to let his hand reach into her heart, so she just grabbed his hand and stuffed her slender hand into his palm, "Then let's wait for him to make an obeisance letter, and you will meet him face to face. I'll meet him down there."

Holding her hand, Meng Yu suddenly showed a vicious expression, kissed her, and gritted his teeth, "Why are you so smart, huh?"

"Bah, stop flattering me!"

To a certain extent, the two transcended the ordinary couple, they were connected by flesh and blood, coexisted and coexisted, and depended uglyly on each other.More like an ally and confidant, it is the sobbing resonance of souls locked in their respective bodies.

They work hand in hand and help each other with evil.

Looking at July, Hai Tang said goodbye, and Meng Tiao secretly checked, the premeditated encounter in the middle of last month seemed to have fallen, buried in Dong Mo's heart like a tomb of obsession.

Naturally, she should shake her eyes in front of Dong Mo's eyes, so as to give his curiosity a proper opportunity to solve his doubts.

On the day he spoke, he pretended to be Dai properly, and made people inquire about Dong Mo's whereabouts, and "coincidentally" passed by the gate of Qingyu Garden.It just so happened that Dong Mo was handing over his post payment to the chief secretary's yamen, and he was about to return home at noon.

This rider was riding a horse, because he had not arrived at the post formally, so he was only wearing a strict and self-restraining silver-gray round-neck robe, and his whole figure looked like a strictly forbidden place.

But there was a thin layer of sweat on his forehead, and his lips were a little red with heat, as if an unruly traitor was imprisoned in this solemn forbidden land.

Along the way, he was getting a little dizzy from the sun, and before he got off his horse, he saw a young woman walking slowly across the street.The clothes are really ordinary, but it can't hide the face of the brilliance of the orb, like a clue that suddenly emerged in his heart full of doubts.

Then he beckoned to call the servant, secretly moved his forehead to the opposite street and raised his chin, "Look at that woman, did you bump into that one before the carriage back last time?"

The boy was leading the horse, and when he heard the words, he fixed his eyes and took a look, sure enough!Laughing so much that she lost the rein, "It's her! Isn't this living a good life? If the loss is small, I wonder if she was beaten to death by the debt collector, and I can't live it for a long time!"

Dong Mo's half smile was not a smile, and he felt more and more that he was a liar.Turning his back to enter the door, he had just stepped on the second step of the stone step, thinking of her resentful eyes, really curious what she lied to him?By what means?

While doubting, he stopped and turned around to order, "Ask her, if she is free, invite her into the garden for a cup of herbal tea."

The boy was shocked at first, then ran towards the opposite street, and stopped the woman in a few steps.The two of them couldn't hear what they said, Dong Mo only looked at this end, and the woman raised her eyes to this end, her gaze was a little colder than last time, and she shot through the tourist like an ice arrow, and shot straight at him .

Dong Mo's garden is called Qingyu Garden. It is said that it was the annex of a prince in the Yuan Song Dynasty in Jinan.

Meng Tiao followed the girl to a shallow pool, and at the other end of the stone Jiuqu bridge was a water pavilion, the wind sent the lotus fragrance, the cicadas shattered the thick shade, and there was a unique silence amidst the noise.

She is a careful person, pretending to be good, as if she has never seen the market, she looks dazzled by this wealthy residence.Looking around, looking left and right, it's so busy!

The girl invited her into the water pavilion, took a seat on the chair, greeted Cha Guo, and spoke with a capital accent, "Miss, don't be restrained, sit here for a while, our master will come after changing his clothes."

As soon as the words fell, a light flickered at the door, and it was Dong Mo who came in.After a while, he changed into a Hunan-colored organdy-wing gauze round-neck gown, with the white lining still underneath, and the round patch of silver bats.

Meng Tiao could see that this man was so clean, he might not have room for sand in his heart.She stood up slowly, adding a bit of weakness, with her waist and arms soft, deliberately creating a pitiful posture.And in this kind of weakness, he refuses to obey, and stands up to welcome him in, which is not a blessing for him.

Dong Mo stepped in with the light behind his back, and landed on the couch facing the light, he seemed not to be surprised by his rudeness to her, with a kind smile in his eyes, but also implying a coldness of repulsion.

He put his sleeves down casually and greeted him on the head chair, "Miss, please have some tea. It is not because of relatives, but also because men and women are different, so I should not invite you into the house. I just want to ask you a few words, I have to be abrupt. If it hurts the reputation of the young lady, I hope you will forgive me."

The previous "encounter" was too flustered, and Meng Tiao didn't have time to see his facial features clearly, only remembering his pair of jewel-like eyes sunk in the middle of the lake.

Now that I looked closely, I found that there was a thin coolness on his brows and lips, like the autumn wind trapped in a valley, swirling and whirling, whimpering softly, unable to blow out.

In short, he is beautiful, and she has seen too many men in her dream. According to her, men are somewhat similar in nature, so she pays more attention to the differences in their faces and manners.In terms of demeanor, he is more flamboyant and frivolous than men of the same age, and he is more restrained than "the moon hangs on the frost, the forest is cold and the cold is about to fall".

Meng Tiao likes good-looking men, which is in the same line as her mother.Her mother herself loves beautiful men, but instead she often taught her face-to-face: "Sex is like a knife, you don't want to suffer from my foolishness again!"

She had already been "pawned" by Meng Yu once, and she couldn't help being worried when she was caught, so she hurriedly suppressed a little bit of lust, and responded with a resentful Qiao's attitude, "Just ask the master if you have anything to say, it's not worth it. Be polite to commoner girls like us."

The wind was blowing all around, standing on the scarlet tapestry, she suddenly looked like a dying flower among all the beautiful flowers, a little uniquely desolate and desolate.

Dong Mo was silent, holding the teacup in one hand, bouncing his knee with the other, and laughed mockingly, "I don't know if I was careless, and we met by chance, as if Dong had already owed the young lady a debt. Those with guns and sticks are welcome. Have you eaten your lunch yet, Miss?"

Meng Yao didn't answer, squirmed her cheek twice, and lowered her face halfway.Dong Mo winked at the girl under the door, and when the girl went out, he straightened his waist, "Miss Fang's name?"

"Zhang Yinlian."

"The humble name is Mo, and the style name is Zhangping. I will call you according to Miss."

Meng Tiao wanted to pretend to resent him, but he treated him so politely, and pretended to be a bit of a nuisance, which would inevitably be annoying.

She couldn't complain anymore, she just gave him a good look, then lowered her face, "Master Dong is so polite."

Dong Mo stretched out the tip of his tongue, pursed his lower lip, and smiled with squinting eyes, "I can tell, you don't mean to mock me by saying this now."

Meng Tiao couldn't help smiling, and from the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of his sleepy eyelids covering a ray of indifferent eyes that seemed to be watching a show.

Suddenly, she felt a little guilty, and hurriedly restrained her expression and turned her face away from the Jiuqu bridge outside the door.The small bridge twists and turns, and the white stones are dazzled by the sun.She was dazzled, and couldn't bear to look down and turn back, so she squeezed her eyebrows behind her back.

Fortunately, Dong Mo greeted from behind, "Miss, please sit down, Wu Tutu stood in front of me, as if demanding a debt from me, I was so panicked that I didn't know what to pay Miss."

Meng Tiao was ridiculed by him again, and he cursed eight hundred words secretly in his heart!Taking advantage of the situation, she turned back and sat on the chair, "You don't owe me anything, so there's no need to pay it back."

"Oh... so I don't owe Miss." Dong Mo snorted twice, and shot down his gaze, teasingly, "Why does the lady look at me like a century-old wronged debt? Because you hit my car and wanted me to rescue you, I ignored it?"

Going around, it really is to clear up his own relationship and satisfy his inner curiosity.

Meng Tiao was nothing more than an excuse to lure him to talk to him, and now that she had spoken, she naturally climbed down the ladder.

So she lowered her delicate face and sighed, "I was so anxious that day that I was a little dizzy. You don't recognize me, why should you meddle in such nosy things? I can't blame you anyway, don't take it to heart That's good."

This unreasonable person suddenly became aware of etiquette, which caught Dong Mo by surprise.He turned the white glaze cup in his hand and put it down slowly, "Who are those people, why are they embarrassing Miss? If there is any grievance in it, Miss explained, maybe I can make a decision for Miss."

He didn't mean it, it was just a mocking politeness.Ke Mengtiao pretended to be stupid, at first he was silent for a while, and then let out a bitter smile, complaining that he changed into a miserable self-blame:

"There is no such thing as grievance. The money owed to others, even if it comes to Yan Luo Palace, Lord Yan will have to pay it back. It's just that our parents have passed away and we have no relatives. My sister and I live by doing needlework for others to help mend some loose things. How can we pay them back?" Have spare money to pay back? If you don’t pay it, people will naturally ask someone to pay it back.”

Hearing this, Dong Mo became suspicious again, is this woman a fraud?He is not short of money, but he really doesn't like being cheated.

He deliberately didn't want to make such an accent, so Mengtiao could only remain silent, and the two of them were speechless for a while.

The author says:

Meng Tiao: Pseudonym "Zhang Yinlian".

But Zhang Yinlian is not necessarily a fake.

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