Chapter 172

He has always been aloof and aloof. This time, no matter what Shen Runan said about his family background, Lin Junmai thought it was a shame. He could hardly face the world, and even felt sorry for his beloved wife.

Although nun Miaoyi was not injured, when she learned that Shuiyue nunnery had died of several nuns for her reason, her mood fluctuated so much that she vomited blood for two days, but water and rice did not enter. Traditional Chinese medicine was at a loss. Lin Junmai asked the military doctor who had stayed abroad to come to see her. Every day, she maintained her life by injecting nutrient solution.

After knowing the past of her and Shen Runan, Lin Junmai's mother was not dissatisfied at all. As long as she was at home, she would serve her by the bedside and ask for help, hoping that she would be healthy.

Shen Runan came to see her several times. When nun Miaoyi was awake, she asked her servant to keep him out and said that she could not see him. Moreover, every time he came, her condition became worse. Seeing her like this, Shen Runan did not dare to come back rashly and went back to Hangzhou sadly.

Qiao Ruo has just started school. This is the last semester of the girls' school. The students seem to cherish it and are friendly to the personality around them.

Fang Jiying is still so Yin and Yang strange, people can't guess her true emotions. Yao Sitong's attitude towards Qiao ruochu is better. It's said that she goes to Shanghai once a week now, and has frequent contacts with Gu Jun. it seems that her unrequited love is going to be successful.

Since his marriage, Qiao ruochu has never met Gu Jun and Xi Nuo again, and even failed to pass a letter. Once in a newspaper, I saw Xi Nuo's Xiaowen. He wrote that when he was young, he accidentally rescued a little girl in the river. Now she has grown up, and she is as beautiful as a flying goddess, falling into the world with a ray of light. Occasionally in the clouds smile, smile fell into his heart, gave birth to the root of love, no matter how can not pull out.

Qiao ruochu knew it was for her, so she quietly cut out this essay, put it away, and occasionally took it out for aftertaste. Later, she couldn't help but write a letter to him. She didn't know what to write. She just said that she saw his prose and it was beautiful.

A few days later, she put a letter in front of her, not as gentle as usual: "who wrote this to you?"

Qiao ruochu knew at a glance that it was Xi Nuo's. she didn't expect that he would reply, "how can my letter be in your hand? Give it to me quickly."

Qiao ruochu is very aggrieved. This is her letter. She and Xi Nuo are not involved in the relationship between men and women. They are just old friends who have a little fate.

He threw the letter in front of her: "open it and read it to me."

Lin Junmai used the tone of command and didn't give her any room to speak.

"It depends on you." She dropped a angry word and turned out of the door.

There is no place to go out. The concubine's mother is gone. She dare not go to her father's for fear that he will be sad.

Lin Junmai didn't catch up with her. Only Tang Gu's adjutant followed her and walked all the way back to Yan garden. What appeared in front of her was a bleak and lonely scene, which was no longer her home in memory.

Walking to the door, Wang Qingquan came out to open the door. Qiao ruochu was startled: "Uncle Wang, why are you here?"

"My uncle asked me to take care of the house, and every month I was paid according to my original salary." Qiao's loyal old driver said with a simple and honest smile that he seemed very satisfied with this arrangement.

Qiao ruochu nodded. When did Lin Junmai do it? She didn't know. He didn't mention it.

Everything in the yard is in accordance with the original layout. The flowers and plants are neatly trimmed. A jar of jasmine seedlings are green and tender like the fluff of a chicken.

She reached for her hand and gently gathered it. It was full of the tender smell of her hands. It smelled fresh. In the corner of the yard, there is the corner of a letter. Qiao ruochu goes over and opens it. It's full. It's all sent by Gu Jun from Shanghai. The date of each letter is very close and never stops.

Qiao ruochu held it in his arms, and his eyes were moist. "Uncle Wang, I'll have my letter in the future. Please return it to me."

Wang Qingquan nodded in bewilderment. He did what the master told him.

Take the letter back to his boudoir, Qiao ruochu put them and the original together into the drawer, full, with great effort to close. She did not have the courage to open these letters, and she could not bear to burn them. She could only put them here for the time being, together with her former memory.

Gu Jun is a long-term and stubborn person. The person he identifies will not give up easily. She knows this very well.

A few days ago, I heard from my classmates that Yao Sitong's years of Acacia would soon be over. Yueming was relieved and wished them together. But today, seeing Gu Jun's letter after letter, the fire of guilt hidden in Qiao ruochu's mind is burning again and again, which makes her suffer unbearably.

After dark, Tang Gu knocked on the door: "madam, go back. The chief of staff must be in a hurry."

"I'm going to stay in my house for one night."

When she went out, Lin Junmai didn't stay at all. Why should she go back by herself.

Tang Gu can't, so he has to send his men back to ask Lin Junmai for advice. He's not sure whether he should send his wife back by force. Lin Junmai's temper is uncertain recently, and it's hard to figure out.

It was very late that he saw the men sent back and quietly attached to him

He said something in his ear. Tang Gu rubbed his eyes and looked at the room on the second floor. "The chief of staff has gone in?"

In Qiao ruochu's boudoir on the second floor of Yan garden, she is tidying up her bed. As three years ago, when the window lattice shakes, she excites herself to see that the figure like orchid and jade tree falls in front of her. Her eyes are like the nearest star in the night sky, which makes her unable to open her eyes.

"Ma'am, it's me." He picked up the panicked girl and gave her a kiss on the green silk.

Qiao ruochu was still angry with the letter and pushed him hard with red eyes.

"You go."

"Don't be angry. I've been impetuous lately. " Lin Junmai apologized and took out Xi Nuo's letter from his pocket and put it in her hand.

"You can't do that in the future. You're a prisoner of my life. " Qiao ruochu weeps and melts his grievances into tears.

"Well. No more He took out a light gray handkerchief embroidered with Yunsong and gently touched her tears.

After crying, her eyes stayed on the handkerchief. As a rule, most men's handkerchiefs should be of the same color. They are clean and can't embroider any flowers and plants. But his handkerchief is embroidered with Yunsong. His kung fu is excellent. The design is dark green and vigorous. At first glance, it's not a machine OEM.

"Who embroidered it?" She held it in her hand and asked.

"This one? Maybe it's an embroiderer in Suzhou. Many years ago, I went to Suzhou to do business. When I saw a good embroiderer in a shop, I suddenly felt elegant. So I drew a Yunsong and asked the shop owner to embroider it on the handkerchief. I ordered several pieces at once, and now I use them. "

After he explained, Jo ruochu took a breath. She just tasted it.

"It's a good embroidery." She preyed on him, blushing with shame. Until he held her down on the bed, she was still imagining the beautiful woman embroidering Yunsong. His hand had untied the button of her coat and was touching her fat like full skin. His demand came so quickly that she tried to push his hand away. "No, no..." Where can he keep it? His boredom and his love for his wife are intertwined and condensed into a stormy force to attack her.

She was sweating all over, and she kept calling his name when she lost consciousness.