This apocalypse is a bit sour

177 - Smile

Qingcheng was a little embarrassed to hear Meng Youran say that, but the corners of her lips still kept smiling.

"Fifth Madam Youran is only 25 years old this year, how old you are when you say that." Rong Yun smiled slightly, with a hidden smile flashing in his eyes.

This fifth lady seems weak, but in fact she is extremely smart. She is like a ooze, no matter how you pinch it, it will return to its original state. If you spend too much time dealing with her, it will only make yourself uncomfortable.

But it's fun to add trouble to her at the right time, after all, she lives so comfortably in this big mansion.

"No matter how old I am, I am an elder. Naturally, I won't care about the third young master. Ah Zhou is the most important thing right now." Qingcheng sighed, not wanting to quarrel with Rong Yun.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the doctor said that the condition is not stable, everyone should step down first, and Mrs. Liu Rong can be alone." At this time, the chief housekeeper Ke Yan who had been silent all this time suddenly spoke.

"It's funny, it took so much effort to gather us together, and now let us go out again." Rong Yun grinned, his face full of disdain.

"Yeah, everyone has arrived, why do you want us all to go out." The eldest lady Qi Huan crossed her hands in front of her belly. Among the five ladies, she is the woman who endures the most hardships. Now, is it possible that she doesn't even have the last face? Shall I see you? .

"The reason for inviting the ladies is because the master is seriously ill and wants the ladies to help manage the overall situation of the Meng family. This matter needs to be discussed. You can go to the front hall. The fifth lady stays to take care of the master because she is very concerned about the affairs of the Meng family. I don’t know anything, so I can’t help.” Ke Yan said flatly.

Just as Ke Yan finished speaking, there was another burst of whispering.

"Since Steward Ke has said so, let's step back first." The eldest lady Qi Huan smiled slightly, and behaved generously and appropriately.

Everyone retreated in single file and slowly did not leave the room.

Meng Youran stopped slightly, he was not interested in these divisions of power, on the contrary, the more he didn't want him to participate, the more interested he became.

"Curiosity is for satisfaction." Rong Yun patted Meng Youran on the shoulder, encouraging him to find out.

When Meng Youran heard her mother say this, the corners of her lips curved slightly, and she disappeared into the crowd sideways.

In the study room next to the master bedroom, Meng Youran slowly pushed the bookshelf away. There were two small exhaust fan holes inside, so you could see the scene in the bedroom.

"Have you invited that person, Ke Yan?" Qingcheng held Ke Yan's hand anxiously, looking at Meng Zhou who was lying on the bed with grief in his eyes.

"Come here, I'll be there soon." Ke Yan patted Qingcheng's hand backhand, telling him not to worry too much.

Qingcheng sat half-kneeling beside Meng Zhou's bed, and gently brushed Meng Zhou's cheek with her bare hands.

"What would I do without you, those people in my family will definitely kill me." Qingcheng's eyes were filled with tears.

"Don't worry about Qingcheng, the master cares most about you, and he must have thought of a perfect solution for you." Ke Yan stroked Qingcheng up.

"Although the master loves me, I always feel that he doesn't love me. He only loves this skin. When he looks at me, I feel that he is looking at someone else through me." Qingcheng touched her cheek, There were pitiful tears in his eyes.

"Mrs. Qingcheng's words are wrong." Ke Yan immediately pulled out a scroll from the master's desk.

The painting scroll was slowly opened, and the beauty in the painting was standing by the bridge. Between the brows and eyes, there was a coldness that made people look away, but the exquisite facial features made people unable to move their eyes away.

A simple ponytail, a neat student attire, casual and indifferent.

"This is how he looked when we first met." Qingcheng suddenly smiled, and his memory returned to many years ago.

At that time, my family was poor, and I came to the city to work just after graduating from high school. I was poor and could only wear school uniforms. Meeting him for the first time was a change in my life.

She no longer has to envy any stars on TV, because what those stars want, she already has at her fingertips.

Those people who were once invincible in her eyes all bowed their heads respectfully and called her Fifth Madam.

She is no longer that poor girl, she knows it's all because of her beauty, but the world has already treated her so cruelly, so it doesn't matter if she values ​​appearance, at least this face is still her own.

She abandoned the moral concept of monogamy she had learned, and became his fifth wife down-to-earth. She never expected that she would be the last. Unexpectedly, Meng Zhou didn't marry anyone again.

She considered this affection in her heart, but there was one thing that stuck in her heart all the time, and that was Meng Zhou's request for plastic surgery.

Within a few years of marrying Meng Zhou, my face changed three times, and it was not the end until the end of the world broke out.

"The person in Ke Guanjia's painting doesn't seem to resemble me?" Qingcheng touched the face of the person in the painting. This face is about [-]% like her now, but not like herself back then.

"How could it be, madam may be worrying too much."

"It's really a bit different. When did I have such a cold expression, and my school uniform is also a little different from this. The style of this school uniform is a bit more advanced than myself back then." Although Qingcheng is not very smart, but it is still Live to understand that this painting is indeed somewhat different from myself.

"Madam, it's been so many years, how can the master remember it so clearly, do you see that you are more beautiful in this painting?" Ke Yan suddenly smiled, and there were marks on his cheeks that had been polished by the years.

"Indeed." Qingcheng nodded slightly.

"This is how the master saw you when you first met him. It's as beautiful as a snow lotus on an iceberg."

"What you said is indeed reasonable." Qingcheng looked at the painting again, and felt a little more like it in his heart.

But Meng Youran, who was looking at the scene through the exhaust vent, was stunned. The person in that painting was so familiar.

The people in this painting are not like Wu Yiniang, but like glutinous rice balls!
It really looks like Tangyuan, especially when Tangyuan is silent, the kind of cold air that is not close to strangers exudes from her body is almost exactly the same as the woman in the painting.

Meng Youran covered her mouth as she listened to Ke Yan's continuation.

"Ma'am, this painting has always been treasured by the master. Whenever he succeeds in something, he will take it out to look at it. This shows that the master has you in his heart."

"Of course I know." A shyness appeared on Qingcheng's cheeks.

"So, you must give birth to a child for the master as soon as possible. It is not good for you if the eldest lady or the third young master manages the family business." Ke Yan persuaded earnestly.

"I know, but how can the master have another child like this?" Qingcheng's beautiful eyes wrinkled slightly, and there was a hint of thought in her eyes.

"Don't worry, when that person comes, the master will definitely wake up." Ke Yan held Qingcheng's hand, the calluses scraped across her palm, and a faint warmth spread to Qingcheng's hand.

　There is a catwalk show at school today, the lady is going to walk the catwalk.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)