After the divorce, the four big guys became my servants

She actually dreamed about her past life.

Thinking of the affection between the adulterous couple in his dream, and the smug look of the Meng family, and comparing it to the old couple sending their child off and the adulterous couple being separated by death, Meng Zhaoge felt very comforted.

In this life, she will definitely be the one who is proud.

At noon, Yuan Jinglie went to the market to buy a fish. Together with Mohuan, they set up a rack and grilled fish.

Meng Zhaoge looked at the two of them from the window, feeling very leisurely.

Suddenly, an idea inexplicably emerged in her mind: it would be nice if Alie and Mohuan could be a couple.

They are of similar age, get along well, and are the closest people to her.

Meng Zhaoge wanted to act as a matchmaker for the two of them.

So, when she was eating, she took a bite of the fish and said jokingly, "This fish is really good. You two have a good teamwork."

Mo Huan didn't understand the deep meaning of her words, and said cheerfully: "I'll make it for the queen next time."

But Yuan Jinglie had no expression on his face.

Meng Zhaoge continued to test: "You two...are fourteen years old now, have you ever thought about getting married?"

When it comes to talking about marriage, Mohuan feels a little embarrassed, as young girls are always a little shy.

She picked at the dishes and chopsticks embarrassedly: "Madam, why are you suddenly saying this?"

Meng Zhaoge said: "It is natural for men and women to get married. You will be fifteen next year. I am just asking."

"After all, you can't stay with me forever."

But Mo Huan was startled, and quickly said: "My Lady, I want to be with you forever!"

"What nonsense! You will be with me all my life, don't you want your own little family?" Meng Zhaoge felt that these were all childish words.

She changed the subject again: "Or if you all want to stay with me, then don't get married to someone outside... Mo Huan, look at A Lie..."

"Sister!" Yuan Jinglie suddenly interrupted her.

The young man frowned, stood up suddenly with the bowl and chopsticks in his hand, and said stiffly: "I'm done eating. When sister finishes eating later, put it here and I'll wash it."

After saying that, he turned and left without looking back.

Even though his tone was dull due to a hit on the head, Meng Zhaoge could still sense that Yuan Jinglie was not happy.

But Mo Huan was a girl who was slow to react. She glanced at the boy's back and said happily, "Great, Young Master Yuan will eat a little, and the rest will be for the Queen and me!"

Meng Zhaoge: “…”

The two of them finished the meal with their own thoughts.

Of course, Mo Huanhuai’s mind was on tasting the fish.

But Meng Zhaoge was worried and felt that she should not mention this matter. She hesitated and wanted to find an opportunity to talk to Yuan Jinglie.

Perhaps, Ali thought she was meddling in his affairs.

Finally in the afternoon, Meng Zhaoge found an opportunity.

The sunshine outside made people feel warm. Yuan Jinglie came in with medicine for Meng Zhaoge.

"Sister, take the medicine." He lowered his eyelids and placed the medicine carefully in front of her.

Meng Zhaoge looked at his expression carefully and touched his nose: "Alie."

"Ok?"

But she didn't say the question in her throat. She was uncomfortable with the bitter smell of the medicine and quickly covered her nose.

"Why do I feel that this medicine is more bitter than ordinary medicine?"

Yuan Jinglie used a porcelain spoon to stop the boiling for her, smiled and said, "The doctor said that this medicine is very bitter, but it will heal quickly. There is another one that is not so bitter, but I didn't choose it."

Meng Zhaoge's eyebrows were furrowed: "You are trying to harm my sister."

Yuan Jinglie paused, his voice a little low: "My sister was in a coma at that time, I didn't think too much, I just focused on the effect of the medicine."

Seeing his expression gradually becoming gloomy, Meng Zhaoge felt like slapping himself in the face.

What are these words!

"I was just kidding you. Of course, I have to wait for the medicine to take effect first." She explained hurriedly: "Okay, give it to me. I'll drink it."

Yuan Jinglie didn't give it to her and said, "The medicine bowl is too hot. Let me do it."

Meng Zhaoge didn't quite understand what "Let me do it" meant at first.

Until the young man carefully scooped a spoonful of medicine, blew it to his mouth, and then fed it to her lips.

For a moment, the air seemed to be still, so quiet that the two could only hear each other's breathing.

It seemed as if the scorching sun was burning Meng Zhaoge's cheeks.

She didn't dare to guess how red her face was now.

But Yuan Jinglie looked at her deeply, his hands motionless.

"Sister, if you don't drink, my hands won't be able to hold on," he said.

Meng Zhaoge quickly leaned forward and took a sip. The medicine was so bitter that she frowned as soon as it entered her mouth.

“It’s too hard to drink.”

She took the opportunity to say, "Put the medicine here. I'll wait until it's cool and then drink it in one gulp."

Yuan Jinglie rejected her: "No, it won't work if it gets cold."

"..." Meng Zhaoge pinched his clothes, and even sweat broke out on his forehead: "Then, let Mo Huan feed me."

"Mohuan is busy." he said.

Meng Zhaoge refused to give up and looked outside, hoping to ask Mo Huan for help.

"stop looking."

Yuan Jinglie ruthlessly broke her fantasy: "Mo Huan went out to buy rice and vegetables, and she won't be back for a while."

This time Meng Zhaoge was completely helpless.

She pursed her lips unnaturally and looked at the boy with an extremely evasive look.

He stared at her without leaving her body, taking in every tiny change in her expression, yet he remained so calm and composed, as if he had predicted her every move.

So, he could block her completely as soon as he spoke.

Being chased and blocked by teenagers who were several years younger than him, Meng Zhaoge felt embarrassed. He turned his head slightly and bit his lip in embarrassment.

Yuan Jinglie raised his lips slightly and poured another spoonful of medicine for her: "Sister, a short pain is worse than a long one."

“…” She came to her senses and had no choice but to resign herself to her fate and drink it in one gulp.

Then, he was tortured to the point of looking horrible.

By the time Yuan Jinglie finally forced him to finish drinking a bowl of medicine, Meng Zhaoge could no longer feel the existence of his own tongue.

She pinched her sleeves tightly and wanted to retch.

But at this moment, the boy took out a piece of candy as if by magic, pulled her hand over, and put it in her palm.

Meng Zhaoge was stunned, staring blankly at the candy in his hand, "When did you buy it?"

"Yesterday." Yuan Jinglie said, "The doctor asked me to buy it on the way to buy medicine. I was afraid that my sister would be afraid of the bitter taste, so I prepared it in advance."

Thinking of her frown just now, he couldn't help but smile and said, "It seems that my preparation is right."

Meng Zhaoge lowered his eyes, ate the candy, his eyes lit up and he looked at Yuan Jinglie happily.

But with just one glance, she fell into the bottomless vortex in the boy's eyes.

Her heart skipped a beat.

"So thoughtful!" Meng Zhaoge looked flustered and avoided looking at him: "Whoever marries you in the future will definitely be very happy."

Yuan Jinglie's eyes sparkled, and he asked with a smile, "Is Sister happy now?"

"!!!"

The young man didn't give her any chance to maneuver.

Meng Zhaoge's fingers trembled, and he was so nervous that he even forgot the existence of the candy in his mouth.

She didn't dare to look at Yuan Jinglie, her whole body was tense.