Madam not allowed to remarry

Chapter 106 Mrs. Long's Weirdness 1
Running, passing through the crowd, the warm wind whistled past my ears.

Her long hair swept across his face, her laughter was as bright as a silver bell, and her clothes fluttered.

At this moment, the prejudice against her seemed to dissipate with Xia Feng.

He also finally understands why Zhu Yun likes her.

There was a charm about her, a charm he had never seen in any woman, a charm that was refreshing, a charm that if she had a heart for a man, she would not be able to escape.

Running out of breath, he helped Liu to catch her breath, and she was also out of breath with her hands on her knees.

He was in a good mood, panting and laughing: "Thanks to you, this is the first time I know what it's like to eat Bawang's meal."

"Not bad, right? To deal with a profiteer, you have to use tricks, let him pick up sesame seeds and throw watermelons, and cry miserably at night haha."

"Yo, it even rhymes! Meng Baiyun, tell me the truth, do you often do such deviant things?"

"You have wronged me, not often, just occasionally."

"Hehe, you really dare to say, what did you say to that child in the end, I think he was scared stupid."

"I didn't say anything. I just told him that he did a good job in the play. I hope he can act so well when I meet the officials later. I spent three taels of silver, and I took it as an appreciation fee."

"Hehe, I can't tell you're pretty bad." There was no derogatory meaning in this sentence, and it was a bit of lighthearted ridicule.

Meng Baiyun clasped his fists together: "Thank you for the compliment."

With flushed cheeks and a messy bun, she looks like a crazy woman.

But why does Weng Junsheng think that she is much more pleasing to the eye.

"Meng Baiyun, since today's meal is an overlord's meal, it will not be counted, so in other words, you owe me three meals."

"Three meals, you are the richest man in Chang'an City, and you have shops all over the streets and alleys. Do you count on this level of calculation? Even if this meal doesn't count, you owe you a meal for answering the question. Where did you get the third meal?"

"You stole my ferry that day, and you said you would repay me in the future, so let's make it a meal."

The corners of Meng Baiyun's mouth twitched: "It's okay."

Weng Junsheng pretended to think: "Why do I think it's not a good deal? You stole my ferry that day, and my boat was not worth a meal. Besides, I waited in the lake pavilion until dawn and stayed up all night. What's wrong with that?" How to count!"

"Stop, three meals, just three meals."

If you don't agree, maybe this kid can find something for him.

Meng Baiyun now understands that in a world of foodies, everything can be measured by food, it is really simple enough.

But he himself is a naive ghost.

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An Overlord Meal brought them closer invisibly.

The agreement of three meals made an excuse for the next meeting.

Weng Junsheng knew in his heart that the three meals were not really just obsessed with her cooking skills, but wanted to get to know her more deeply and seriously.

Let's see if she is worthy of Zhu Yun.

In the end, he always had some prejudice against her in his heart, but he didn't hate her as much as he did at first.

Under the agreement of three meals, the two parted ways.

Naturally, Meng Baiyun did not forget Su Er who she put in the theater as a cover.

Hurrying back, the show had already ended, and the whole theater was empty, only Su Er was left sitting there in the huge tea hall, her back was lonely, and she was inexplicably weird.

"Sue."

Meng Baiyun called softly, the back moved slightly, then turned his head stiffly, with a crying face, his eyes were aggrieved and flustered.

"what happened?"

"Ma'am, it's over."

"It's over."

"The old lady knows that you have sneaked away."

(End of this chapter)