Hearing Meng Zhao's words, Qingying was startled. She shook her head hastily: "I dare not."

Meng Zhao looked back at her, his eyes deep and sharp. He said: "Don't you dare, or don't you want to?"

The man's eyes were fixed on Qingying, and an invisible sense of oppression suddenly hit her face, making her feel like she was on a thorn in her back, with no place to hide.

Qingying was trembling with fear, afraid of saying the wrong thing and angering Meng Zhao.

She pondered for a while, and answered carefully: "Since the day I married into the Meng family, I have made up my mind to forget all the past and serve the eldest son without distraction. The second son's appearance was very unexpected, and I was caught off guard, but don't worry, eldest son, I will behave myself, cut off everything in the past, and never have anything to do with him again."

After hearing Qingying's assurance, Meng Zhao's gloomy face lightened a little.

"Yeah." He nodded and said softly: "If you see the second brother in the future, be calm and calm, don't look like you owe him something. Let's go."

"Yes."

Qingying secretly breathed a sigh of relief and pushed Meng Zhao to continue walking forward.

She lowered her eyes and secretly looked at the man sitting in the wheelchair. She couldn't understand why Meng Zhao seemed to care about her attitude towards Meng Xun.

He asked her about her past with Meng Xun no less than twice.

Was he afraid that she would continue to have an affair with Meng Xun and ruin the reputation of their Meng family?

Or maybe, all men care about their reputation, and even if the woman is not the one they like, as long as he takes her into his room, he hopes that she can abide by the etiquette and remain chaste for him all her life. Even

if he doesn't love this woman, he will trap her in this deep courtyard, let her be lonely and die in the backyard, and not allow other men to get involved.

Qingying suddenly flashed through her mind that many years later, Meng Zhao married a wife and no longer needed her service.

And she would be placed in a desolate side courtyard, and live by looking at the face of the wife every day.

If Meng Zhao was interested and remembered her existence, he might come over to be affectionate with her.

If she gets older and loses her beauty in a few years, and Meng Zhao finds a new lover, he will probably never think of her again.

And she can only guard an empty yard and grow old alone.

When Qingying thought of these sad scenes, she felt a little uncomfortable. Her almond eyes, which were bright and clear in the past, were now covered with a layer of dim light.

However, she did not show her sorrow in her heart, but pushed Meng Zhao back into the house as if nothing had happened.

*

It was night.

15:15.

In the bedroom with dim candlelight, Meng Zhao sat on the edge of the bed, and Qingying was wiping his hair with a dry cloth.

The man's smooth black hair was spread out behind his head like clouds. Qingying wiped the wet black hair, then changed to a dry cloth and continued to wipe it gently. After

it was half dry, she took a cattail leaf fan and fanned it gently.

A breeze blew, and the smooth black hair fluttered in the wind. Meng Zhao lowered his head, holding an ancient book in his hand, reading it intently.

The most attractive thing is the serious and focused expression on a man's face when he is doing something.

And a man with outstanding looks is the most deadly when he is serious and focused.

Meng Zhao was born with a handsome face. At this time, he was wearing a crescent-white long gown, his black hair was like clouds, his temperament was pure and spotless, as if he was an immortal who had fallen into the mortal world.

At this moment, the swaying candlelight projected on his well-defined profile, making his facial features more three-dimensional and heroic.

Qingying fanned Meng Zhao's hair for half a minute, and when she felt that Meng Zhao's hair was dry, she stopped and was about to tell him to go to bed.

When she lowered her eyes, she saw him concentrating on reading a book.

That clear and handsome face was half hidden in the candlelight, like an immortal, and Qingying was stunned for a moment.

She stared at it in a daze for a while before she came to her senses.

Qingying has lived in Anyang City for seventeen years. She has never seen Meng Zhao before, but she has also heard of him seldom and has heard many rumors about him.

At that time, the girls on the street would always gather in groups to talk about Meng Zhao, saying how handsome he was and how talented he was, and that if they could marry him, they would be willing to live thirty years less.

Qingying didn't like to daydream, and she never wasted time thinking about unrealistic things.

She never participated in the discussion once.

Before marrying into the Meng family, Meng Zhao only existed in Qingying's ears.

Qingying's understanding of Meng Zhao also came from the mouths of those gossipy girls on the street.

Tonight, at such a close distance, she looked at Meng Zhao's handsome face carefully and seriously.

Qingying admitted from the bottom of her heart that he really had the capital to drive those girls in Anyang City crazy.

Author: Seeking beads~(* ⁰̷̴͈꒨⁰̷̴͈)=͟͟͞͞➳❤