Thinking of this, Madam Qingyou was instantly filled with anger.
It's okay for him not to attend his son's wedding, but he actually... dares to get close to other women!
"Bei Shuihan, you...you really disappoint me. From today on, we are no longer husband and wife!"
Waving down her sleeves, Mrs. Qingyou left decisively.
"You'er!" Bei Shuihan watched her walk away, but sighed and sat on the chair, "Here, bring some wine!"
Mrs. Qingyou returned to the small courtyard where she lived with anger. After taking a bath, she lay down on the pillow, but she couldn't fall asleep. She just became more and more depressed.
Thinking of the medicine Zi Tong gave her, she took out the medicine bottle from the ring, looked at the small bottle, and frowned.
This medicine requires a man to apply it himself, but where can she find a man?!
Northern water is cold?
That bastard, she didn't even want to see him!
I tossed and turned like this until late at night, when I finally started to feel sleepy.
Unexpectedly, just when she was about to fall asleep, a flute sound suddenly sounded outside the window. The flute sound was intermittent, and some of the notes were obviously wrong. It was really not pleasant to her ears at all. The sleepiness she had just aroused disappeared completely in an instant.
"Beishuihan!"
Mrs. Qingyou was so angry that her pretty face turned blue. She didn't even wear any shoes, so she jumped out of the window. Sure enough, she saw Bei Shuihan playing the flute under a flower tree in her backyard.
While blowing, he was still drinking there.
Madam Qingyou became even more angry and immediately came to him and snatched the flute from his hand.
"Text it while you're drunk, don't disturb my sleep!"
Bei Shuihan's heart was depressed, and coupled with the alcohol, he was already 70% drunk at this moment. He raised his face and saw her, and it took him a moment to call out her name, "You'er?"
So drunk that you don’t even recognize her?!
Mrs. Qingyou bit her silver teeth secretly, turned around and left.
"You'er!" Bei Shuihan staggered up and grabbed her wrist, "Don't leave, I... I feel so uncomfortable..."
Mrs. Qingyou shook him off and said, "Fine wine, delicious food, and red sleeves add fragrance. Isn't this the greatest enjoyment for you men? Why are you uncomfortable?!"
"What nonsense are you talking about? I don't have any red sleeves to add fragrance?" Bei Shuihan stretched out his arms to stop him, "Don't listen to other people's nonsense, I don't have any."
"Huh, there are still nail marks on my face..."
Fingerprints?!
Bei Shuihan raised his hand and touched his face, "This is not, this is..."
"What is it?!"
"Yes... I was scratched accidentally."
Mrs. Qingyou sneered, "Then who were you accidentally scratched while playing with?"
Seeing her misunderstanding, Bei Shuihan sobered up a little bit from his drunkenness, "You'er, don't you know what kind of person I am? In all these years, have I ever done anything that's sorry for you?"
Mrs. Qingyou snorted angrily, "Then tell me, what happened to the injury on your face?"
Bei Shuihan has never been around another woman for more than ten years. Madam Qingyou also knows this, but now...she can't control it when she thinks that he has been intimate with other women.
mood.
"Bei Shuihan, for you, I went to Central Continent before breaking up with my family, just to stay with you. I didn't expect that you... you would do such a thing. Anyway, Chen'er has already married and established a career. In the future, I will also
There’s no need to stay here any longer, I’m leaving…I’m leaving now so I don’t have to prevent you from finding a new love!”
Seeing that her tone was angry and sad, with a hint of choking in it, Bei Shuihan was just worried, so he rushed over and hugged her from behind.