Deadly engagement: Husband is too flirtatious

Hearing this, Luo Mengmeng was very heartbroken. No matter what Wang Cong said, he was the one who grew up with him. Could it be that he could strangle Bo Yan to death just because of his feelings?
In fact, Luo Mengmeng just didn't want to admit that Wang Cong dared to do this under the instigation of his grandmother.

Luo Mengmeng was almost squatting in the bathroom, trembling and choking with sobs: "What about now? Is he okay? I'm so worried!"

Because I cherish it too much, when I get it, I almost hold it in my mouth for fear of melting, and hold it in my hand for fear of falling.

The bathroom is very quiet, Luo Mengmeng has always been very cautious, always using the word "he" to describe Bo Yan, even when she is sad and anxious, Luo Mengmeng can understand clearly.

"It's okay. Wang Cong is gone. Grandma is also in her room. I didn't explain to them, and they didn't explain to me. The patient said he wanted to go out for a walk, so I didn't follow." Jian Lan said on the phone. The head said calmly.

No explanation.

This is very in line with Jian Lan's usual style. She is a woman who never needs to explain, and only believes what she sees with her own eyes.

Unlike Luo Mengmeng, she is more inclined to listen to explanations, so sometimes, it is more appropriate to leave some things to Jian Lan.

Hearing that Bo Yan could still go out for a walk by herself, which meant that she was fine, Luo Mengmeng felt more at ease, and when the matters of the Bowell family were settled, Luo Mengmeng immediately flew to Bo Yan's side.

She decided, really decided.

Luo Mengmeng stood up and said with a sigh of relief: "Okay, today's matter, thank you!"

A thank you seems to have used up all of Luo Mengmeng's vitality. After so many years, the relationship between her and Jian Lan has become so polite.

Jian Lan obviously smiled on the other end of the phone, she smiled calmly, and she said relaxedly: "Hehe, why are you being polite to me, just invite me to dinner when you come back."

Hearing what Jian Lan said, all the knots in Luo Mengmeng's heart were instantly untied. Jian Lan loves food the most. She is not a casual person, she wants to eat her favorite food with the person she likes.

Jian Lan's ability to say this clearly cleared up the past misunderstandings. She believed that Luo Mengmeng was not the kind of person who would steal love with a knife.

Such an embarrassing thing, a smart woman like Luo Mengmeng would not do it, it has always been like this.

She's always been smart.

After hanging up the phone, Luo Mengmeng walked out easily, in a good mood, but she caught a glimpse of a figure flashing past the bathroom door.

Luo Mengmeng was startled, could it be that someone was eavesdropping on her?

Although I didn't mention Bo Yan's name just now, I still feel uneasy if someone stealthily eavesdrops on me.

Luo Mengmeng put the phone in her bag, and walked quickly to the door of the bathroom, but she didn't see anyone. She rubbed her eyes and wondered, could it be because she almost cried just now, her eyes were moist, and she misread?

She stood at the door and looked to make sure that there was no one, only a dark cloud in the sky.

Forget it, as long as Bo Yan is fine.Luo Mengmeng comforted herself like this, the rest, let it go.

Anyway, I don't want to be rich and powerful, as long as I can be with Bo Yan, it doesn't matter if it's a little bit harder or poorer?

This is the closest Luo Mengmeng feels to her dream.

It seems that she can touch her dreams as long as she stands on her tiptoes and stretches her arms.

For girls, love is always their dream.

Xishui Town is a very old town, the air here is very fresh, and the people here are very united.

In order to preserve the ancient ruins here, the villagers here are prohibited from developing tourism. Therefore, although the scenery here is very beautiful, there are not many tourists.

It can be regarded as a little conscience of the villagers, and they have not been dazzled by interests.

The villagers here are even a bit closed off.

It looks like a car behind closed doors.

In a piece of wild grass, there is a small piece of reed, and the wind blows the reed.

The sky is blue, the clouds are white, and at the end of the reeds, a grave can be vaguely seen.

Weeds are growing around the tomb. It seems that this tomb has been around for many years, and it has been left unattended and visited by no one.

Listen carefully, and you can hear someone crying, the voice is familiar and sad.

It's Bo Yan!
I saw Bo Yan clinging to the tomb alone, sobbing with blank eyes.

He ran away from Grandma Luo Mengmeng's house, to be precise, he escaped from the brink of death.

Bo Yan looked at the grave with deep eyes, and there were tears in her affectionate eyes. This was the first time Bo Yan felt the flow of tears.

Ever since he could remember, Bo Yan had never been so melancholy, lost, felt that nothing was meaningful, and wished he could go into the grave too.

Most of the regrets in the world are like this, you come and I go, when you come, I am no longer.

He was lying on the grave in pain, like a lost child, like an abandoned baby.

The more powerful a person is, the weaker he is on the inside.

Bo Yan usually never speaks to others, but now, he can't wait to finish all the things he has been planning to rot in his stomach all these years.

"Mom, are you okay?" Bo Yan wiped away her tears and said choked up.

It is really rare for him to call out the word "Mom", as if these two words are the most precious two words in the world, like a rare treasure.

Bo Yan called out cautiously: "Mom, I... I finally found you."

A gust of wind blew by, and Bo Yan's tears fell down. They all said that men don't flick their tears easily, but Bo Yan's heart is really too bitter.

He lost his mother when he was young, and his father has been busy with state affairs, so he has no time to care about Bo Yan. Although he has endless money for him to squander, Bo Yan is just like his mother, frugal and doesn't like to squander.

"I have been trying to find your tomb all these years. I really want to see you, but I haven't found it, and my third uncle didn't tell me. I think, my third uncle may know it, because I still see it clearly on the monument. Yes, when I go back, I must honor Third Uncle well." Bo Yan leaned on the grave and said to himself.

Indeed, these years, in the Powell family, his father treated him very well, but he often visited abroad, and only his third uncle cared about him.

Furthermore, it was this Luo Mengmeng.

If she hadn't rescued herself from the flames in time this time, maybe Bo Yan would never know where her mother's grave was until she died.

Thinking of this, Bo Yan raised her arm and looked at the burnt scar, which hadn't scabbed yet, and she didn't know if there would be a scar in the future.

No one cares, no one cares.

Whenever this happens, Bo Yan always feels a little bit self-pitying, he feels that he is a child that no one wants.

Even though her status is noble, even Jiang Fei treats her hot and cold.

Perhaps it was because Bo Yan was a disabled person who could not speak in front of Jiang Fei.

But it was obvious that Jiang Fei liked Lu Beiyan very much.

Thinking of Jiang Fei, Bo Yan felt a little more comfortable in his heart. There was a slight smile on the corner of his mouth, he looked into the distance, and said affectionately: "Mom, do you know? I fell in love with a girl. She is very stubborn and cute. If When you see her, you'll like her too."

As long as it was related to Jiang Fei, Bo Yan thought it was very beautiful, but he didn't know how this girl was doing, where she was, and what she was doing.

Bo Yan doesn't know anything about it.

The place is overgrown with wild grass and sparsely populated, and Bo Yan himself has forgotten how he got here step by step. It is really fate, maybe it is the call of his mother, or maybe it is fate guiding him in the dark.

I came here without knowing it, and then I looked at the name and birthday on the monument, which was exactly the same as my mother, and there was a beautiful photo of my mother when she was young.

Bo Yan stretched out her hand to caress the photos of her mother when she was young, she only blamed her mother for passing away too early, and she didn't even have time to enjoy maternal love, and she still doesn't know what maternal love is?

In fact, Bo Yan is very pitiful, although he looks cold on the outside, in fact he is very bitter in his heart, and he always pretends to be unable to speak.

It really suffocated Bo Jin.

"Mom, why did you leave me so early? Why? I was alone in the world and thought I would have a good life after Bo Jin's mother passed away. Who knows that another Xu Qian came, and the family couldn't help it. Survive." Bo Yan couldn't help pouring out bitterness on her mother.

Now that I think about it, it might be that Bo Yan has been held back for too long. She has never had such a chance to talk freely and confide in others, not even Luo Mengmeng.

Even though Bo Yan knew that Luo Mengmeng liked her very much, he always felt that there was something wrong with Luo Mengmeng, and he couldn't tell the specifics, and always felt very strange.

So it's not convenient for Bo Yan to say something to Luo Mengmeng.

Reed is the most nostalgic plant. It is fluffy and vivid. There is a song that sings well. Only a mother is good in the world. A child with a mother is like a treasure...
Since I was a child, Bo Yan has deeply realized how realistic this song is. Although my father treats me better than Bo Jin, but my father is not at home all year round. Bo Jin has a mother, so he will naturally receive more love. When he was older, Bo Jin didn't like Bo Yan very much.

I don't know whether he was instigated by some people or Bo Jin was precocious. He began to have the consciousness of property division.

Bo Yan is always excluded, all the time, what Bo Yan feels in the Bowell family is cold.

Fortunately, later, the third uncle came back and retired from the northeast region. When he saw Bo Yan and Bo Jin, before the two brothers could introduce themselves, the third uncle patted Bo Yan's head and asked with a smile: "Are you Bo Yan?"

Later, when Bo Yan and third uncle were talking alone, Bo Yan then asked: "Third uncle, at that time, Bo Jin and I didn't talk, how did you know that I belonged to Bo Yan?"

But the third uncle didn't say anything, just shook his head with a smile, and fondled Bo Yan's head lovingly.

It seems that he is looking at his own child.

Loving and doting.

The sky was getting late, and the sunset glow in the west reflected the whole sky red.

Jiang Fei slept in the bushes for a long time, she finally woke up, only to find herself in a car.

The bumps in the car didn't seem to be in the car.

Jiang Fei opened her hazy eyes. She felt that her throat was very dry. She wanted to speak, but she couldn't. It seemed that she hadn't drank water for a long time.

I remember that the last scene was with Bo Jin, but now is Bo Jin putting himself here?

Jiang Fei was full of doubts. When she sat up, she seemed to hear the sound of da da da.

She simply stuck her head out of the window, my God!

Jiang Fei saw a brown horse running whizzingly, because Jiang Fei was dragging behind her, and she felt that she couldn't run fast.

She was very surprised. She didn't know who it was, could it be Bo Jin?Impossible, although Bo Jin is from a wealthy family, where can he get a carriage?
Jiang Fei was really curious, she poked her head out, but she couldn't see who was driving the carriage?

She coughed twice, because she had been lying in the bushes for too long, her throat was very dry, Jiang Fei couldn't help coughing twice.

Maybe the driver of the carriage heard Jiang Fei's cough, and only heard that the speed of the carriage obviously slowed down, and a contralto voice shouted: "Woo~~~~~"

The carriage gradually stopped by the side of the road. At this moment, Jiang Fei's heart rose to her throat. I don't know who it is?These days, there is even such a precious means of transportation as horse-drawn carriages.

Jiang Fei opened her big eyes and looked at the curtain of the carriage.

Sure enough, soon, the driver of the carriage got off and opened the door curtain. Jiang Fei was waiting to see who it was, but the moment the door curtain was opened, Jiang Fei was a little stunned.

Standing in front of Jiang Fei was a person with a single black mask. Judging from the appearance, she should be a woman, but she was strange, only showing two eyes, looking at Jiang Fei fixedly.

Jiang Fei's eyes fell on her waist, because she was dressed a little strangely, it seemed to be clothes from a long time ago, but maybe it was because of nostalgia, so she wore more retro clothes.

The woman driving the carriage had half a jade pendant hanging around her waist. The jade pendant was smooth and pure, and one could tell it was worth a lot at a glance. This woman was hanging on her waist so casually. If it was an ordinary person, it would have Keep it at home as a treasure.

It seems that this is a woman who has seen the world.

Jiang Fei guessed in her heart.

But who is she?Where are you going to take yourself?

Jiang Fei was full of doubts.

Both of them hesitated, not knowing how to speak. Jiang Fei also looked at her. Although she was wearing a mask and dressed conservatively, she could still vaguely see her white and smooth skin from her neck.

It seems that she used to be a lady of a large family and was well maintained.

"Who are you?" In the end, Jiang Fei couldn't hold back and asked softly.

I thought the other party was vicious, but who knows, the other party's voice is gentler than Jiang Fei's.

The woman driving the carriage replied, "You don't need to know who I am, and I don't want to know who you are, but I want to take you somewhere."

This is so strange. Jiang Fei was even more confused by this answer.

Jiang Fei's throat was already very dry. She coughed twice and asked in confusion, "In that case, where are you taking me in the carriage?"

The masked woman had gentle eyes, but she spoke indifferently: "You don't need to know, you will know it when you get there."

Her eyes are beautiful and bright, but the wrinkles at the corners of the eyes are also real. It seems that she has reached a certain age. Anyway, this woman must have been a stunning beauty when she was young.

Jiang Fei guessed her origin, could it be that Bo Jin sent her to monitor her?
"Are you sent by Bo Jin?" Jiang Fei asked tentatively.

Jiang Fei has been staring at this masked woman, always feeling deja vu, but can't put it into words.

She felt that this woman was also paying attention to her all the time.

The masked woman showed a polite and sad smile, sighed, and patted Jiang Fei on the shoulder. "Stop guessing in vain, and I won't answer you either."

She cast her eyes out of the window, looking at the lush trees outside the window, her heart was full of turmoil, and she said lightly: "I know, you are a very good girl, I will not harm you, but now I need your help Do me a favor, and I think you'll do it."

These words are like a precious diamond. In today's world, trust is like a piece of white paper that has been crumpled. There will be traces.

Whether it's now or in the future, Jiang Fei doesn't have the slightest fear when facing this strange woman. Instead, she seems to be waiting for her to arrange tasks for herself.

"Sorry," Jiang Fei said, "I really don't understand, I'm just a very ordinary person, maybe you misunderstood, I'm not that capable."

"No! You can, please believe me, I won't misjudge people." When the masked woman said this, she suddenly became very sad, and she continued: "Even when I was young, I lost my sight, and this also gave me a long memory in the future, and I will never lose my sight again. Thinking about it, it’s worth it.”

Although she didn't understand what the woman was talking about, Jiang Fei still felt that she was a person with a story.

If possible, Jiang Fei would still like to be friends with her.

Jiang Fei was like this, she made friends entirely by sight.

If you get along, talk more, if you don't get along, talk less.

"What do you want me to do for you?" Jiang Fei asked frankly.

After hearing Jiang Fei's question, the masked woman's ears suddenly turned red, and she couldn't even look into Jiang Fei's bright eyes.

"There is a person who is heartbroken right now. I hope you can be the sunshine in his life, illuminating his life and his future." The masked woman said, reaching out to stroke the broken hair beside her ear , baby blue earrings dangling from her earlobes.

Jiang Fei thought about it, and although she was moved by these great and boring words, maybe she used too much, but it made people think, is it my light bulb?
Who can brighten whose life?Who can brighten whose future?

No one can rely on anyone forever.

"Who is it?" Jiang Fei asked curiously.

The woman wearing the mask spoke, but stopped talking.

"If you don't tell me, I don't want to go." Jiang Fei provoked her deliberately.