Happy Marriage

Xia Ziwu snorted softly: "It is clear that Jinglun hates you, and you are left alone in the empty room at night. This dead girl is still a dead duck!"

An Ran got up and ordered the expulsion: "It's already late at night, if there is nothing to do, why don't you go and rest earlier?"

"Isn't Jinglun back yet?"

An Ran reluctantly suppressed her anger: "Jing Lun will probably stay in the study at night and work hard, so he won't come back."

Xia Ziwu rolled his eyelids: "That's right, sister, we haven't spoken to our hearts for a long time, so I'll stay here tonight and sleep with you, how about a long talk all night?"

"Absurd!" An Ran couldn't help being so angry that her face flushed red: "How can you sleep in this bed? Are you ashamed that a girl of yours who hasn't left the cabinet said such a thing?"

Seeing that she was annoyed, Xia Ziwu covered her mouth and "giggled" and smiled: "It's just a joke, why should my sister take it seriously? My sister won't disturb my sister and brother-in-law's short spring night."

An Ran was so angry that her hands and feet were cold, she turned around, took the needle and thread from the table, and never bothered Xia Ziwu again.

Xia Ziwu didn't care at all, and walked to the door gracefully, then turned around and smiled smugly at An Ran: "It happens that my sister is bored and doesn't want to go to bed early, so my sister will do the soup for Jinglun. Send it over, my sister rests early."

"You don't want to disturb his purity!" Xia Anran's voice finally got angry: "Are you so impatient?"

Xia Ziwu had already closed the door with a bang, and said coldly, "Sister doesn't need to worry about this, you just need to remember what your mother said."

Xia Anran stood stunned for a long time, sat down full of grievances, and finally couldn't help lying on the desk, her shoulders shaking, and she choked repeatedly.

The ginseng soup in Qingju's hand was taken away by Chang Jing and Xia Ziwu, but they couldn't compete with them. They were pushed and shoved twice. When they returned to the room, they saw their young lady at the desk wiping tears. Shaking his head helplessly, after thinking for a while, he carefully groped for a paper bag from his arms, gritted his teeth secretly, and turned around to go to Xia Ziwu's yard.

She thought that if the eldest young lady had the same temperament as the second young lady, then Xue Shi and Xia Ziwu would definitely not have a chance. It's a pity, when will my master's temperament be like cotton?

Xia Ziwu and Chang Jing went to Meng Jinglun's study with ginseng tea and Nana, full of charm and spring love.

Since she saw the jade pomegranate that Xue gave her, her heart suddenly opened up, and she understood a little about men and women. Therefore, when he sees Meng Jinglun, he blushes and his heart beats, so persistent and firm, full of fantasies.

The little servant in front of Meng Jinglun was standing at the door of the study, waiting for dispatch. Hearing the ringing bell, someone Pingting approached, and there was a fragrant wind on his face.

"Is this Master Meng's study?" Chang Jing stepped forward and asked.

The little servant nodded in disbelief: "Exactly."

Xia Ziwu had already stepped up the steps and knocked gently on the door.

The little servant wanted to stop it, but it was too late. Chang Jing dodged and stood in front of him: "Your young lady ordered to come over and deliver the ginseng soup."

"Who is it?" Meng Jinglun asked without looking up.

Xia Ziwu gently pushed open the door of the study, moved the lotus step lightly, and bathed herself in the red shadow of the candlelight: "It's me."

The voice was like a yellow warbler coming out of the valley, clear and sweet, Meng Jinglun raised his head, couldn't help but froze, his face fell: "What are you doing?"

Xia Ziwu turned around and took the ginseng tea from Chang Jing who was behind him. Chang Jing exited with eyesight and closed the door, leaving only two people in the room.

"My sister made ginseng tea for you, and specially asked me to bring it to you."

This remark was a pun, and Meng Jinglun immediately blamed An Ran in his heart.

"No!" he said coldly, "I have a servant here to serve you, so I don't have to work hard for Miss San."

Xia Ziwu didn't seem to be able to tell the level of his eyebrows, so he walked forward with a smile, and put the ginseng tea in Meng Jinglun's hand: "Reading is hard, and it hurts the mind. Drinking some ginseng tea to soothe the nerves and replenish the energy is the best complement to each other."

Xia Ziwu was close to him, and there was a fragrant powdery air on her body, mixed with the ambiguous heat of her body, along with her hand stirring the ginseng tea, it came out from her cuff and hit Meng Jinglun's nose.

Meng Jinglun moved to the side uncomfortably: "Thank you, Miss San, it's quiet in the middle of the night, it's very inconvenient, Miss San, please come back."

Xia Ziwu smiled sweetly: "If you work hard, you should also pay attention to the combination of work and rest, aren't you tired?"

"Not tired."

Xia Ziwu grabbed the book in his hand and smiled like a silver bell: "I really don't know if the results in this book are really good-looking? Your brother-in-law is so intoxicated, you can't attract you if you are really picturesque. eyes?"

Meng Jinglun turned a blind eye to her, and went straight to pick up another book and opened it: "How can you understand Jinxiu in this book?"

Xia Ziwu threw the book in his hand on the bookcase boringly: "I heard that brother-in-law, you are full of splendid articles, and your output is extraordinary, and my sister did not read much since she was a child, but Bai Ding is the only one, so it is no wonder that brother-in-law and sister have nothing to say, and they moved into this empty space by themselves. The study is clean."

Meng Jinglun held the scroll in his hand, but he didn't want to look at it again, and said with a tight face: "A woman is virtuous if she has no talent. Although your sister doesn't read much, but Yi De is good at doing things and abiding by the rules, more than those who boast. Talented and frivolous women are much better."

Meng Jinglun had already made it clear that he was referring to Sang and scolding Huai. When he first saw Xia Ziwu that day, he left a bad impression. It was deeply ingrained, and naturally he would not be good-natured.

If she were an ordinary woman, she would have been embarrassed and fled long ago, but Xia Ziwu was unusual. She covered her lips and smiled: "Fortunately, I don't read a lot, otherwise, wouldn't my brother-in-law be called immoral?"

Seeing that she had no intention of leaving, Meng Jinglun stood up helplessly: "If the third lady likes to read, then please do it. Meng is tired and tired, so she went back to her room to rest."

"My sister has already rested." Xia Ziwu said resentfully, "As soon as I come, my brother-in-law will leave. Do you dislike Ziwu?"

"Third miss, please respect yourself, why do you and I dislike it?"

Xia Ziwu stood up in front of Meng Jinglun, raised a delicately drawn face, and said aggrieved: "If you didn't dislike it, how could you do everything possible to marry your sister instead of Ziwu?"

Meng Jinglun snorted coldly: "If it's about disgust, it should be Third Miss. You dislike Meng and refuse to marry him, right?"

"That's someone's troubles! Jinglun, if Ziwu is willing to marry now, even if he condescends to be a concubine, as long as he can stay by your side every day, and serve you every day, gentle explanation, are you willing?"

As the saying goes, "men are afraid of infatuated women are afraid of entanglement", and good women are afraid of entanglement with men. Likewise, even a man with a hard heart is afraid of an infatuated woman.

Meng Jinglun really hated Xia Ziwu at first, and even felt a little annoyed at An Ran because of it, but Xia Ziwu was so indomitable and enthusiastic about him, the string in his heart was a little bit eager to move.

In particular, Xia Ziwu was originally born coquettish, full of gestures, full of charm, so close in front of him, all kinds of amorous feelings, incisively and vividly.

If An Ran is like a pure and serene water lily, this Xia Ziwu is a pomegranate flower with a passion like fire, which is dazzling no matter how you look at it.

He sighed helplessly: "What happened in the past, no matter what the reason, is in the past, Miss San, now I'm your brother-in-law, please restrain your thoughts and stop being obsessed."

His tone has obviously softened a lot, and Xia Ziwu secretly rejoiced. According to the method taught by the Xue family, he continued to pursue and fight hard, and then alienated him again. It made him feel lost, and he would definitely be able to capture it.

She frowned faintly, and said pitifully, "I, Xia Ziwu, are also a girl from a family of women who ask for it, so I'm not a girl who can't get married. It's just that I fell in love with you at first sight and will never forget it. If my brother-in-law insists on doing this, Ziwu is me."

Before he finished speaking, footsteps were hurried outside the study, and someone pushed the door of the study open.