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Chapter 366 Your mother thinks you are like a joke, ready to eat melons rationally

Chapter 366: Your mother thinks you are a joke, so she is going to eat it rationally (47)

Wen Yu has been abandoned twice. Logically speaking, she should have understood how cruel and unfeeling men can be.

But she was full of confidence in her ex-husband, and now she came here with the intention of getting back together with him.

She is the princess of the county, and the other party can withstand such pressure and openly show his love to her in front of everyone.

This was originally an oath.

With her beautiful vision for the future, she asked the coachman to rush non-stop to the home that had been hidden deep in her memory and secretly copied in her heart every day.

Then, her dream was shattered!

She had always felt that Yu Guang's words were too rude, but after arriving at her ex-husband's house, she realized what true rudeness meant.

In the more than ten years since they were separated, I have been immersed in my memories of the past every day. Those unpleasant experiences have long been forgotten, and what remains is only the happiness and sweetness of the two of them together.

The difficulties caused by my mother-in-law have long been downplayed.

There was no curfew at this time, and the man looked even more decadent than before.

Looking at Wen Yu who was rushing towards him, the man felt excited and stretched out his arms to hug her: "Yu Niang, is it really you? Am I dreaming? I must be dreaming."

Hearing the concierge say that a woman came to look for her son, the old lady in charge suddenly felt something was wrong and immediately brought someone out to check the situation.

Now that I have come to his house with my courtesy and servants, isn't this obviously bringing trouble to his family?

The man rubbed his eyes in disbelief: "Yu Niang, why are you here? Am I dreaming?"

Seeing that the man was about to enter the house, Wen Yu didn't need anyone to help her this time. She jumped out of the car and shouted to the man: "Anlang!"

But the gloomy temperament of her body made Wen Yu even more fascinated.

Although his wife is not as beautiful as Wen Yu, nor is she as well maintained as Wen Yu.

Hearing the noise outside the door, the concierge hurried to inform the old lady: Oh no, the master has indeed met that shameless woman. What should I do?

Just when Wen Yu wanted to reassure the other party again and said no, she saw the man quickly took two steps back as if her hands were hot: "Why are you here!"

The ex-mother-in-law looked at Wen Yu and felt more and more disgusted. She immediately asked someone to bring two basins of water and poured it on the ground, forcing Wen Yu to retreat: It was hard to collect the water, and a woman who had already married for the second time should not even think about getting married.

His door.

But this woman has obviously already married for the second time, and she is still a relative of the royal family that they cannot afford to offend.

Knowing that Wen Yu did not dare to go any further, her ex-mother-in-law snorted coldly, and then asked someone to close the door of the house, determined not to let Wen Yu in.

But if Wen Yu eloped because of a poem, that would be too much!

Looking at the man's expression, Wen Yu felt more and more uneasy. Just as she was about to speak again, the door behind the man suddenly opened.

When he saw Wen Yu coming to his home with several servants carrying gifts to salute, of course he knew what was going on.

"It's just the first sentence, but it's not actually directed at you. Don't take it to heart."

In desperation, Wen Yu could only wait on the carriage.

But that's a kind of expression. I don't understand if I express my feelings. If he hadn't suddenly met Wen Yu, he wouldn't have thought of writing such a poem.

After a while, Wen Yu got into the carriage in despair.

His wife and concubines stood at the door with several children and called him gently: "Husband, why don't you go home so late? We are all waiting for you!"

After the wine jar in his hand fell to the ground, it rolled to the corner and made a thumping sound.

Wen Yu was forced to retreat continuously, her eyes filled with mist: She hasn't seen her for so many years, how could her ex-mother-in-law be so unreasonable?

Her body was still a little weak and she stumbled when she ran, but at this moment, she was finally able to throw herself into the arms of her lover as she wished.

The ex-mother-in-law also knew what her son had done, but her son was originally a sentimental person who missed old friendships, so it was not surprising at all to do such a thing.

The man began to stroke Wen Yu's hair, face, and neck, and finally touched Wen Yu's face with both hands, looking greedily into Wen Yu's eyes: "Yu Niang, this dream is too real and too beautiful, I really don't want to wake up.

"

She seemed to have heard something wrong just now.

The man's reaction made Wen Yu unable to react for a moment. She pursed her lips and whispered: "Anlang."

Seeing the man's face getting closer and closer, two lines of tears fell down Wen Yu's face: "Anlang, this is not a dream. I have left the prince's palace. We can be together forever and don't have to suffer the pain of lovesickness anymore."

She doesn't even remember how embarrassing her former mother-in-law once was.

But his generous, virtuous and virtuous appearance makes people feel warm just by looking at him.

Moreover, the lyrics written by my son did not mention the person by name, so it could be anyone.

Yes, she must have heard wrong!

Otherwise, why would this man whom I have been in love with for many years say such cold and heartless words?

The man turned around, his eyes changing from confusion to hesitation, then to joy: "Yu Niang!"

On one side were the whole family, and on the other side was Wen Yu, a "crazy" woman. The man was about to walk in without hesitation, but Wen Yu grabbed his sleeve and said, "Anlang."

Wen Yu subconsciously raised her head and saw the man's expression gradually changed from surprise to shock: "Am I not dreaming?"

But she forgot, but the other party didn't.

This time, the man's drunkenness had completely woken him up, and a layer of cold sweat broke out on his back: "It's getting late. I'll go home and rest first. If you have anything to do, we can talk about it tomorrow!"

Isn't this woman the princess of the county? How dare she come to see him in private? Don't tell him that it's just because he wrote two poems.

If it wasn't a dream, things would be embarrassing!

Thinking of this, my ex-mother-in-law once again recalled the year when Wen Yu just passed away.

One glance is thousands of years old!

Hearing the surprise in the man's voice, Wen Yu ran to him desperately: "Anlang."

The royal family is the most honorable person. Who knows what this woman has done to be able to be kicked back directly.

The few people waited in the carriage until nightfall before Wen Yu's sweetheart came back slowly.

As soon as he finished speaking, the face that was already close to him froze for an instant.

"If you really feel that what I wrote to you is actually nothing special, your literary attainments are very good, and we can all compare with each other on weekdays."

But that concubine is better because of her youth.

Age is a barrier that Wen Yu cannot overcome no matter how well he maintains himself.

This woman not only seduced her son but failed to make progress, she even almost separated the mother and son. How could she swallow this sigh of relief?

"Actually, our distance is not suitable for us to care about each other from far away on daily basis. It's just right to write two poems when we have nothing to do."

Wen Yu stumbled back to the carriage, and after trying several times, she managed to climb onto the carriage with the help of the maid.

Realizing that Wen Yu's expression was not good, the maid was about to say something to comfort her, but as soon as she said the word "lady", Wen Yu groaned twice.

After that, a mouthful of old blood spurted out, and the person leaned down softly.

This, the evil thief who kills with a thousand swords.

(End of chapter)


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