Then he glanced at Qian Qian and said, "After you get married, you can have as many wives as you want."
He left angrily.
Qian Qian found it very funny. Mrs. Su came angrily and left angrily. After her figure disappeared, Qian Qian couldn't bear it anymore and burst out laughing. She was so laughing that she almost bent over and her stomach hurt.
Then he sat on the chair.
Bailiqing had a headache just now and wanted to comfort Qianqian, but he didn't expect that she didn't care at all. He felt very surprised, so he squatted beside her, held her hand and said, "Don't worry, I won't
Will marry another woman."
Qian Qian pretended to be angry and withdrew her hand and said: "I don't dare, you, the dignified young master of Baili Mountain Villa, cannot tolerate outsiders in the position of the owner's wife. You should follow your aunt's words and marry Su Su."
Girl!"
Bailiqing smiled and said, "You are such a ghost, why don't you want to suffer any loss?"
She smiled lightly and said: "You should think of a way quickly, how to comfort your cousin. I think she seems sincere to you, so don't hurt her."
Bailiqing was silent for a while and said, "Then I have no choice but to wrong her. We can't waste her life just because we can't bear it!"
Thinking about it, I think it is the same, long-term pain is worse than short-term pain.
Bailiqing smiled and said, "Don't you feel jealous at all when you see other women liking me?"
Qianqian felt very surprised, and said such a sentence for no reason. She couldn't help but smile and looked at Bailiqing and said: "I didn't expect that you cousins are so similar. You both like to get into trouble. Do you think the two of us are like this?"
Okay?"
Bailiqing didn't want to be angry, so she smiled and nodded and said, "Okay."
At night, Qian Qian tossed and turned again and couldn't sleep. She felt very good being with Bai Liqing, but she always felt that she didn't love him enough to want to marry him. She didn't feel the slightest bit unhappy about Su Su's existence.
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After thinking about it, I felt very puzzled and fell asleep again in a daze.
Xuanyuan Che was playing the flute alone on the roof. Four months had passed and there was still no news. He felt more and more hopeless. Xuanyuan Che could already foresee that he would spend the rest of his life alone.
Mo Yaner walked up slowly, and when he saw that Xuanyuan Che was here, the sound of the flute suddenly stopped. Xuanyuan Che seemed to feel that someone had disturbed his sadness.
Mo Yaner slowly walked to Xuanyuan Che and sat down, handed him a bottle of wine, and said, "Master, if you feel uncomfortable, you might as well drink to relieve your worries, just don't drink too much."
A gust of breeze blew over, and Xuanyuan Che's clothes moved with the wind. He looked at the wine bottle handed over by Mo Yaner with an indifferent expression, and hesitantly took it. He rarely drank alcohol and almost never got drunk. Could it be that his appearance
Is it too hard to reach the point where you have to drink to drown your sorrows?
He smiled bitterly, raised his head, and poured the drink into his mouth. Most of his clothes were wet. For a while, the smell of alcohol spread. Mo Yan'er looked on and felt very heartbroken. He was washed away by the smell of alcohol.