The little Marquis’ favorite: Madam, she is the richest in the world

Time soon came to the New Year’s Eve day,

In previous years, the Meng family would have had a big New Year celebration by themselves, but this year there were distinguished guests, so it was naturally even more lively.

Meng Yuan asked someone to bring him some fine wine that he had collected for many years, and threatened to get drunk with Jiang Weicheng and Meng Zhou.

The elders were chatting lively, and the younger ones took over the important task of posting Spring Festival couplets.

If the servants came to post it, they would have to move a ladder;

But Jiang Heng and Meng Hong have Qing Gong, which saves a lot of time and effort.

Meng Wan and three little girls were helping to glue the glue, chattering and laughing.

Meng Wan was so proud that she told Meng Hong the idea the three of them had come up with. Sure enough, when Meng Hong heard the words "stalker", his eyes suddenly twitched.

He deeply suspected that these ancestors were deliberately trying to mess with him!

Meng Wan was very angry that his good intentions were not appreciated, "If not, do you have a better way?"

"If not, what if I try?"

"Brother, you still can't let go of your figure and face to this day, right?"

Meng Hong remained silent.

But in the eyes of those who know him well, this is the default.

Meng Qi, who had always been most partial to Meng Hong, couldn't help but say at this moment: "Brother, Lan Yi has liked you for so many years, but you never seem to take her things to heart."

"To be honest, I still don't understand what kind of feelings you have for Lan Yi. If you are happy, why have you been lukewarm for many years? If you are not happy, then cut the knot with a quick knife. Cousin Luo can also say that He is a good man, and Lan Yi will have his own golden match."

Being scolded by his biological sister, Meng Hong's eyes became a little more lonely.

Meng Xian added fuel to the fire at the right time, "Brother, Cousin Luo cares about Lan Yi every day. If you keep your face, what will you do when Lan Yi really decides to choose Cousin Luo?"

Luo Chen?

Meng Hong murmured.

The Luo family's financial resources and reputation are not even inferior to the Meng family's;

Therefore, Meng Hong never regarded Luo Chen as any opponent.

Who could have expected that now...

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As for Meng Hong's matter, the three of them had said everything that needed to be said.

The rest depends entirely on their own fate.

The New Year's Eve dinner was just around the corner, and they had no time to worry about anything else.

It is rare for the whole family to get together and it coincides with the Spring Festival. Who can be unhappy on such a good day?

And the happy ending was that almost everyone in the room was drunk.

Needless to say, men, a few fathers are like old naughty boys, drinking one bottle after another, and soon they all bottom out;

The female relatives drank less vigorously and had a few drinks out of pleasure. However, their cheeks were flushed and their eyes were watery at this moment due to the overwhelming alcohol.

The personal attendants and maids helped their masters back to their respective courtyards. Meng Xian and Jiang Heng were still sober, but they also smelled of alcohol. They walked slowly in the courtyard around their cloaks, just in time to disperse. Smells of alcohol.

Meng Xian was very drunk, holding Jiang Heng's arm, almost hanging on the other person's body.

She seemed to be in a good mood, with a smile on her face even if she said nothing.

Seeing that the person was staggering more and more when walking, Jiang Heng stopped decisively, leaned over and picked up the person.

"I'll take you back to your room."

Meng Xian wrapped her arms around his shoulders and found a comfortable angle to lean against him, her eyelids uncontrollably starting to fight.

He sent the person back to the room. He originally wanted to put her down and leave, and then let Chunyue Chunxiang change her clothes and freshen up. After all, he smelled of alcohol and it really didn't smell good; but who would have expected that this person would hold him and why? Don't let go.

He coaxed softly and tried to gently open her hand, but was met with waves of delicate protests, and then the girl held her hand tighter.

Jiang Heng had no choice but to sit down beside the bed with his arms crossed, "If you don't allow me to let go, is it possible that I won't be able to sleep like this tonight?"

The girl hummed twice, rubbed against his chest, and still didn't let go.

Silver frost charcoal was burning in the room, and the temperature was suitable. Jiang Heng already felt hot when he came in.

His big hands casually ripped open the tie of the cloak and threw it aside;

But this is not enough to relieve the fever, after all, there is a person like a small stove in his arms;

People who drink alcohol tend to feel extremely hot inside their bodies.

Now that he was holding such a sweet and soft person in his arms, Jiang Heng felt a different kind of emotion uncontrollably emerge in his heart.

The Adam's apple rolled up and down, "Xiao Lian, be obedient and release your hands."

Meng Xian was half asleep and half awake. She didn't know whether she heard it or not. When she heard the words, she just raised her head blankly and stared at him with a pair of moist peach blossom eyes.

Jiang Heng's body became hotter and hotter when she saw her, and his sanity was already at stake, "It's very late, let Chunxiang Chunyue help you change clothes and go to bed, okay?"

Meng Xian seemed to finally understand. She shook her head and shook her body slightly, "No, I want you to accompany me."

The man froze on the spot, with an incredible look on his face, "You, you..."

The person in his arms was obviously drunk and unconscious, yet he still seduced him like this.

Does this mean he is sure he won't do anything to her?

That kind of trust is really dumbfounding.

Drowsiness hit, and Jiang Heng felt a little unable to hold on any longer.

But the girl didn't let go, so the two of them just hugged each other and lay on the couch fully clothed.

Two drunkards smelling of alcohol fell asleep together in a daze.

Chunxiang Chunyue's eyes widened when she saw this scene.

These two ancestors just slept like this?

I didn’t even take off my coat, and I didn’t drink the hangover soup.

How can you be so arrogant!

…………

The Spring Festival is a time for people to put down a year of exhaustion and hard work and take a good rest.

Just like the next day, until three o'clock in the morning, no master in the house got up.

I drank a lot yesterday, and it was such a cold winter weather, so naturally nowhere was as comfortable as the bed.

Meng Xian slept very deeply and at ease this time. It seemed that she had not slept so soundly in a long time.

But when she opened her eyes leisurely, the scene in front of her made her stunned, and she didn't react for a long time.

The man was lying next to her in disheveled clothes, with his front shirt open and the muscles on his chest, waist and abdomen clearly visible.

Male lust is also tempting,

She tried to look away, but found...that she really couldn't.

"woke up?"

"Does your head hurt? Do you feel uncomfortable anywhere?"

The man's familiar cold voice sounded in his ears.

She shook her head, "Fortunately, I'm not uncomfortable."

When the man heard this, he took her into his arms again, "In that case, let's sleep some more."

Meng Lian wanted to say that she was full from sleep, but the other person's embrace was too warm, and she was reluctant to break away from being held like this.

never mind,

Then sleep some more.

Thinking like this, she stretched out her arms to hug the man's waist and fell asleep again.

Snowflakes were seen falling outside the house again,

The room is as warm as spring,

This New Year is extraordinarily special for everyone in the two families.