As soon as he opened his eyes, the master of metaphysics became the vicious stepmother of four oil bottles Chapter 137 Dragon and Phoenix and Ming Hairpin
Wang Bihe looked at him with tears in her eyes, "I have liked you for so many years, and I even fell out with my family because of you. In the end, it is still not as good as the relationship between Shen Qingqing and you for half a year, no, a few days?"
"Emotions are not measured by time. I don't like you. Even if it's ten or twenty years later, the answer will still be the same. I've told you this a long time ago, right? How many times do I have to emphasize it before you give up?
"
He really couldn't understand how Wang Bihe's brain circuit was structured.
Every time, his words were said in a very unpleasant way, and it would not be an exaggeration to say that they were insulting.
But Wang Bihe seemed like she couldn't understand people's words. After crying this time, she could stick to her next time.
What's wrong, he's the only man left in the world?
Meng Yuan pursed his lips and suppressed the impatience in his heart.
"Qingqing is my wife and will never change. I will identify with her for the rest of my life."
"This is the last time. I will not answer this kind of question in the future. You'd better not ask it either."
Looking at the man's decisive back, Wang Bihe's anger surged out, "Do you think that woman is really that good? She is acting, she is lying to you! She is just a vicious woman with a heart of snakes and scorpions!"
"If you don't believe me, go and find out. Ask the villagers how she treated her four children before!"
Meng Yuan suddenly turned around, his eyes as cold as the wind and frost in the twelfth lunar month of winter. Wang Bihe's heart tightened when he saw it, and he couldn't help but grab the corner of his clothes.
"Really, she has been abusing her four children. She lacks food and drink, and she beats and scolds her. She only restrains herself when you want to come back..."
"enough!"
Meng Yuan interrupted her sharply, "No matter what kind of person she was before, that is all in the past. Now, I only believe in my own eyes and my own heart."
"Whether she is good or bad, as a husband, I know better than you, an outsider."
He raised his eyes, and a cold light flashed in his dark eyes, "Wang Bihe, don't let me hear you say bad things about her again."
Wang Bihe was shocked by his ferocious momentum and forgot his words for a moment.
From the time they met until now, Meng Yuan has never given her a good look, but whether he was admonishing or insulting, he always looked cold and cold. This was the first time she had seen him angry.
The sharp eyes were like knives, stabbing her heart with blood.
She knelt on the ground and burst into tears.
She couldn't understand why Meng Yuan didn't like her.
She is obviously the most beautiful girl in Yanghua Village and has the most glorious family background.
Why does that man look down on her?
"Meng Yuan, why do you do this?"
"Shen Qingqing, why do you do this?"
She clenched her fists and roared in grief and anger.
The wind gradually picked up, bringing the sound of trampling footsteps.
She raised her head and saw a black shadow walking towards her from far to near.
"Meng Yuan? Are you back?"
Wang Bihe got up in surprise and ran towards the black shadow.
As he got closer, he realized that the person coming was not Meng Yuan at all, but an old man wearing a black robe and exuding a foul smell.
She frowned in disgust and turned to leave, but the old man stopped her.
"This Fate Master, I see you have sunken eyes and low energy, but have you suffered a setback in your relationship?"
"I have a clever idea to solve the troubles in your heart. I wonder if the fate master is interested in it?"
Wang Bihe's raised leg retracted again, "What can you do? Tell me and I'll listen."
The old Taoist took out a finely crafted hairpin from his Taoist robe and said with a smile: "Have you seen this hairpin? It's called the Dragon Phoenix and Ming Hairpin. Wear it, and all men will fall under your pomegranate skirt."
"Really?" Wang Bihe's face was overjoyed. When he saw the ruby embedded in the hairpin, his face fell again, "But I have no money and can't afford the hairpin."
"It doesn't matter if you can't afford it. I have a destiny with you, so I'll just give it to you." The old Taoist smiled and handed the hairpin out.
Wang Bihe's eyes widened and she dared not accept it, "Do you really want to give it to me?"
Is there such a thing as pie in the sky?
"To be honest, Pindao has a personal grudge against a woman named Shen Qingqing in your village. Helping you is also helping Pindao himself."
The old Taoist put the hairpin into her hand, and his three white eyes rolled up, revealing his essence.
Wang Bihe was so immersed in the joy of pie-in-the-sky that she didn't even notice his unusual expression. When she took the hairpin, she realized that it was actually gold, and the ruby inlaid in the hairpin was worth a lot at first glance. She had made a lot of money this time.
!
Regardless of the presence of outsiders, she couldn't wait to put the hairpin on her bun, turned her head a few times, and giggled.
The old Taoist looked at her heartless look and sneered inwardly: What a fool, no wonder that man looks down on you!
For a moment, the originally dull hairpin suddenly lit up with red light. The ruby embedded in the hairpin was like a burning candle wick, burning the entire jade until it was almost transparent.
In the center of the gem appears a passionate peach blossom eye, with the tail of the eye slightly raised, like the continuous drizzle in the south of the Yangtze River, revealing infinite lingering affection.
Gradually, that eye disappeared.
Wang Bihe suddenly stopped turning in circles and looked blankly at the bright moon hanging high in the sky, his eyes mechanical and dull, like a dead thing.
"whee."
A brisk laugh escaped from her throat. Different from the rough and ugly laugh just now, this laugh was full of aura, as light and sweet as rain hitting plantains.
Wang Bihe raised her hand to fix the hairpin in her hair, looked down at her withered chest, and frowned in disgust: "It's hard to say that I am a woman with such a flat chest."
"It's good if it works, don't be picky." The old Taoist waved his hand to her, "Hongying, remember what I told you, behave better, and don't let me disappoint you."
"Long-worded."
Hongying glanced at him, waved her sleeves, and floated towards Yanghua Village like the wind.
Wang Caogen had just drank two large bowls of porridge, and his lower abdomen was so tight that he shook his pants and took them to the wall behind the house to urinate. As soon as he took out the things, someone suddenly tapped him on the shoulder.
He thought it was the neighbor boy who was causing trouble, so he waved his hands and muttered: "Chao'er, stop making trouble, brother is peeing!"
Suddenly, a woman's cheerful laughter sounded in his ears, which frightened him so much that he had to hold back his urine.
"What the hell, what's going on?"
Turning his head, he saw Wang Bihe clinging to his side softly as if suffering from rickets, with charming eyes and hot breath from his mouth, which made half of his body shudder.
"No, no, what do you mean?"
Wang Caogen maintained the last trace of reason and pulled up his pants and pushed her out, "Bihe, don't do this. Don't kill me if my aunt finds out."
"Are you afraid?" Hongying approached him again, stretched out her hand with a smile, grabbed the root of his disease, and called out charmingly: "Brother, what are you afraid of? There are only two of us here,
No one else will know."
Wang Caogen's legs softened when she called her "brother" and she leaned against the wall unable to walk. He looked at her with longing eyes and murmured: "Bihe, you have become more beautiful."
Hongying leaned forward and touched his forehead, her black eyes glowing bright red.
The red light was like an invisible hook, hooking away Wang Caogen's soul.
"You are not Bihe, girl, you are so beautiful..." This chapter has been completed!