Chapter 283

"Quiet..." He can't help whispering her name, but his hand is slowly falling down and gently covering her small hand, which is buttoned on his waist. His voice is a little tired, and a little thick spread out: "I'm not angry, just think, I and you, need to calm down, think about it well, it's not early, tomorrow will give you a birthday, you need to sleep well. Sleep, when there is time, I will Want to have a good talk with you, but not now, OK? "

For a while, Jing Zhizheng nodded heavily. She pulled out her hand and smiled. "OK, let's calm down. Then, have a good talk. "

Meng shaoting turned around, but her eyes were a little relieved. She was willing to listen to his proposal, calm down and think about their relationship. She was willing to open up and talk about it. It was a good start.

"Go to bed early." He put out his hand and hugged her gently, kissed her on the forehead, but the smile disappeared the cold just now.

She replied with a sweet smile, also on tiptoe in his cheek lightly kissed: "you too, have a good rest."

"Good night." His voice was deep, dark as ink stained, and his pupils were tender, but he let her go and stepped back a little.

Neither of them is calm. I'm afraid that if we talk more, we'll get stuck or fall apart. It's better to stay apart for one night and let her think about what kind of position he has in her heart.

"Good night." She nodded gently, watched him turn around and go out. When he came to the door, he suddenly stopped, turned around and turned up. Her eyes were bright and her heart was soft, and her smile was deep in her eyes: "I almost forgot that it's 12 o'clock in the morning. Happy birthday and quiet."

Little by little, her small lips rose, and she smiled at him brightly: "thank you, shaoting."

"See you tomorrow." He closed the door gently, and in that slow motion, both of them saw the light and smile in each other's eyes.

Jingzhi stood in silence for a while. When he was in the room, his breath gradually disappeared. She turned around and threw herself on the soft big bed. Her face was also buried in the pillow with a fragrance. Her lips could not help rising. Although he still left, she was very happy.

Maybe, after the birthday party, she is going to have a good talk with him and tell him that she and Shaoxuan are really over. Shaoxuan is having a good life now. I'm afraid she will be a father again soon. She only has heartfelt blessings and won't think about anything else.

It's a good dream all night. As soon as I open my eyes in the morning, I feel the house is full of fragrance. I can't help but turn around and look at it. What I see is a large area of green and green. When I sit up, I see a osmanthus tree outside the window. It has a small flower bud like a small grain of rice. The fragrance comes from there.

When she got out of bed, she found that the soles of her feet were no longer so painful. She couldn't help but relax. Today, she has to wear high heels all day!

After washing, she had already changed her beautiful new clothes and came in. He also came, smiling and full of spirit. She also saw the joy in her heart. She sat in front of the dressing mirror and smiled back, but the action of applying skin care cream on her hand didn't stop. "Wait a minute, I'll be ready soon."

Instead, he pounced on her, looked up at her and slapped her on his face. His nose moved a few times: "mom is so fragrant, I also want to put on the fragrance..."

Jing Zhixiao's face was sweet. She bowed her head and kissed her son: "it's only for adults. You're still young and can't use it. Just put on baby cream."

Not with obedient nod, and impatient shout: "Mom hurry up, mom does not need makeup."

"Will you please me?" Quietly knowing that the smile was more prosperous, the lid of the cream was screwed up, and then stood up, took a pink lip gloss and painted it slightly.

When she turned around, Meng shaoting held her shoulder and looked at her in the mirror: "it's quite right to say otherwise. Don't put on too much makeup."

Jingzhi's face was slightly red, and she lowered her eyebrows and lowered her eyes to push him back: "let's go, and try on the clothes."

He smiled, didn't say anything, one hand led different, one hand led her to walk out.

He had ordered the dress for a long time, but he didn't tell her what it was like. Until now, when he saw it with his own eyes, he knew that even he could not resist the love of beautiful clothes.

Clouds and fog are white in general. The chest is covered with white light yarn like petals, but the waist is tight. From the skirt to the top, the gardenia is embroidered with silver thread. The more it goes up, the rarer it is. When it comes to the waist, only one graceful branch is born, winding around the waist.

She liked it at the first sight. When she put it on, she was even surprised to find that the size was suitable. She couldn't help holding the eye shuttle, but she was facing his evil smiling eyes. Her face turned red. She lowered her head and arranged her skirt, put on her shoes, and a special makeup artist made her hair. Her makeup was also light, and her long hair was only slightly at the end of the hair Perm roll, at will languid hang on the shoulder, Liu Hai didn't move, still neat neat cover on the forehead.

He went over, but there was a little guilt in the bottom of his eyes: "I still can't get rid of the scar on your forehead."

Static know but don't care about a smile, waved: "it doesn't matter, anyway, you can stay hair cover, besides, I don't care about these very much."

There will always be an old day in appearance. Why bother to haggle over the gain and loss of that square inch.

"Mom, are you going to marry Mr. Meng?" Not with open beautiful eyes, small hand to hold her skirt face tension.

Jing Zhi squatted down to hug his son, and then said quietly: "Mom will not marry, nor will she marry Mr. Meng. Mr. Meng has a wife."

Not at once turned his face to stare at Meng shaoting: "then why didn't he go home?"

Static know for a while don't know what to say, but in the heart of the pan acid, see her silence, not with the hand hug her; "Mom, let's go home, it's not good here."

"Be quiet. Have a happy birthday today." Meng shaoting walked over and pulled her up, but her eyebrows were slightly wrinkled. "Let's not talk about this first, will you?"

Jing Zhi nodded and quickly agreed, "OK, don't say that."

Even though she knew that he didn't marry Manjun, even though she and he knew that the marriage relationship was false, the world didn't know that what the world knew was that she stole Shen Manjun's husband, and she was a third party.

This is the second time I stepped into Jingyuan. I was tied up by Shen Manjun before I could see clearly that night. Today, it is the first time I can see clearly the Jingyuan of Fu family.

Once entering the gate, there is a huge rockery and stone screen facing you. The mountain is steep, and you may hear the murmur of water occasionally. On one side of the flat Boulder, there are two big characters, Jingyuan, which are very big and easy to write.

Jing knows that her eyes are sore and her eyes are red. It's like that in those days, it can be almost untrue. Although she knows that it's not the words of those days, she knows how hard it is for her to be perfect.

He took her hand around the stone screen. In front of him, there was a long and endless path hidden between the verdant green. He walked out for more than ten meters. He only felt that his eyes were suddenly open and the light was suddenly bright. Tens of meters away, there was a small half moon shaped Lake, just half moon pan. Looking back at the past, he searched along the position in his memory. Unexpectedly, there was a pavilion with wings. Suddenly, he was shocked "Happy voice:" is canglan Pavilion

For a while, she was overjoyed. She raised her skirt and ran to the pavilion, regardless of her high-heeled shoes. She stepped on the stone steps, and when her fingers touched the Big Red Pavilion post, she knew that she was not in a dream. The pavilion was high-lying, and she looked around. Most of the scenery in the garden was hidden in the vast green Tangxiaolou, her heart is full of variety, joy and sorrow. She is glad that her father will be very happy in the spirit of the heaven when the garden is really seen again. But sadly, the garden can be rebuilt and come back to the world, but those who love her and care for her will never see it again and never come back to life.

And that past hatred or love and hate, are like a drop in the ocean involved in the clouds, smoke and snow, never touch again.

And that past hatred or love and hate, are like a drop in the ocean involved in the clouds, smoke and snow, never touch again.

For a while, I felt that my mind was empty and my heart was clear, and all the troubles and troubles seemed to disappear. It was only the fleeting years that passed through the cracks.

Most of all, the world can't stay. Zhu Yanci, the mirror flower, the tree.

Everything is just empty, anything can be put down, only life, meaningful, just floating and sinking in the long river of time.