The days of being in love with facial paralysis

He Lan was angry with Meng Que, and he took a gamble not to go to Meng Que.It was as if he gave in first, as if he had admitted that incident, that the relationship between him and Meng Que was just a false union, that there was no affection between them, that he really wanted to kill him.

He Lan didn't want to admit it, on the contrary, he still had some grievances in his heart.Whether this grievance came from Meng Que's distrust of him, or something else, even He Lan herself couldn't tell.

He has always been a little uneasy in his heart, and he doesn't know when he started to have the same dream.

He dreamed that Meng Que was lying in a pool of blood, his face was as white as paper, bloodless, like a dead person, no matter how much he shouted, he couldn't wake him up.

And the next moment, Meng Que suddenly stood in front of him, with a ferocious expression on his white paper face: "He Lan, you killed me!"

He Lan woke up from the dream, her back was already drenched with sweat.The night was still empty, but there was no familiar figure around him.If this dream were repeated a few more times, He Lan would almost suspect that he had really stabbed Meng Que in the heart.

Meng Que locked himself in the room for three days, and the longer the time, the more uneasy He Lan became.Meng Que hasn't eaten for three days. He is so thin, can he survive?He Lan walked to the gate of the courtyard countless times, but he took his foot back at the last step.He was still looking forward to it, expecting that Meng Que would suddenly stand in front of him and say with a smile that he had wronged him.But that expectation never materialized.

When Qing Zhu reported that Meng Que was not in the room, the last string in He Lan's heart finally broke. He lost his composure and ran towards the yard blindly. A strange fear suddenly rose in my heart.

When he ordered all the guards and servants to look for him, his voice trembled a little.In fact, he hadn't eaten for three days. Only at this moment did he realize that his footsteps were shaking.But he still searched together with the others, and turned over the entire county palace, but there was still no sign of Meng Que.

Meng Que was gone.

This fact tormented his head throbbing.He sat down along the wall, his face pale.

No one dared to approach him. At this moment, He Lan had made no effort to conceal the hostility on his body, just like the King of Hades wandering in hell.

Qingzhu bravely walked over, and called out cautiously: "My lord..."

He Lan looked up at him, his eyes were slightly red: "Why don't you keep an eye on him?"

Qingzhu broke out in cold sweat: "I..."

He Lan suddenly stood up and walked out.

Things in this world are so coincidental.When Meng Huo had just sent his son away, the half-son whom he didn't like and didn't admit very much came to the door.

Even though Meng Huo was used to seeing the wind and rain, when he saw He Lan for the first time, he felt a palpitation in his heart.

At this time, He Lan was too terrifying, like a wild beast, he might start killing at any time.

"Where is Meng Que?" He Lan asked.

Meng Huo had guessed that something must have gone wrong between his son and He Lan.But there is a difference between closeness and closeness. He has done many things to deceive his son, and this time he has to protect his son again.

"Shouldn't he be in your residence?" Meng Huo said, "He's gone? I should ask you for someone."

He Lan looked directly at him.He has been the servant of the criminal department for many years, and has resolved many cases. It is easiest to judge whether what the other party says is true or not from the subtle expressions on the face.He just glanced over, Meng Huo's eyes dodged a little, and he knew he was lying.

He knew where Meng Que had gone.

No one dared to deceive him.All the people who deceived him in this world were all recruited under torture, and they would suffer a living crime.

There was a bloodthirsty light in He Lan's eyes.

Seeing Meng Huo's somewhat familiar eyebrows, He Lan held back.The people in front of me are different.

"I lived on Fengming Mountain for several years back then."

Meng Huo was stunned by He Lan's words.He remembered everything about that person clearly.Fu Guo lived on Fengming Mountain for a long time, and he once followed her secretly.She said decisive words in a fit of anger, and after that, Meng Huo never dared to follow her again.

So he didn't know what Fuguo did on that mountain.

That was an unknown secret to Meng Huo, he always felt that Fuguo's departure had something to do with what happened on that mountain.Fuguo left, and the family was ruined.The warmth is gone, only deserted.Those tender feelings are like poison to him, which can only be recollected when he is drunk.

"You tell me what Fuguo is doing on the mountain, and I'll tell you where Que'er has gone?" Meng Huo shook his head suddenly, "I won't tell."

He Lan suddenly knelt down.He knelt straight, this man who only kneels to heaven, earth and the monarch has never knelt down to anyone else.

"I just want to tell you that as much as you want to find her, I want to find Meng Que."

Meng Huo stared at him blankly, then slowly shook his head: "I don't know either."

"Did he go to find her?" He Lan asked suddenly.

Meng Huo's eyes flickered.

He already knew everything.

To find him, to find him, but to find him so what?

Find him, find him and talk.