Evil Child Black-Bellied Mother

   Situ Mengyao half-kneeled on the ground, she felt that her heart was washed away, numb and chaotic.

  She doesn’t like him? If she doesn't like him, why would she marry him? If she doesn't like him, why is she always sad for him for so many years? If she doesn't like her, is she acting as the Four Imperial Concubine without any regrets?

  Tears blurred her vision and flowed down her cheeks.

  Ye Feixu never saw her crying, and he couldn't bear to watch it either.

  He turned his gaze aside, and smiled coldly: "I indulge you time and time again, but let you, you know if my heart is also made of flesh, I will be sad and I will also be sad."

   Situ Mengyao stared at him, choked in her voice: "Then why do you never care about my feelings? Wouldn't I be sad, I won't be sad?"

"Isn't I good enough for you?!" Ye Feixu looked at her with gloomy eyes and roared in a low voice, "I have never persecuted you. I even waited for you to forget that man. You still want me to do it. What point?"

   "What man? You make it clear!" Situ Mengyao flashed something in her mind, and she finally grasped the key point.

  Ye Feixu's expression was almost distorted, and he looked at her viciously: "Which man you know yourself, do you still ask me if you have carried his token for so many years?"

  "Credits? What tokens?" Situ Mengyao looked at him inexplicably.

   Seeing Ye Feixu staring at the broken jade butterfly on the ground, she stretched out her hand and came over: "You didn't give this to me?"

  Ye Feixu was stunned, his eyes revealed a complex expression of surprise, surprise, joy, and so on.

   Ye Feixu looked at her blankly: "Why would I give you this?"

  Situ Mengyao's heart jumped wildly under Ye Feixu's sight.

  She met his gaze bravely, and spoke extremely slowly: "This is the first and only gift you gave me."

Ye Feixu didn't speak, but just stared at her for a long time. His lips trembled inexplicably: "So I asked you before, who is the person who gave your gift? You said... is the most important thing in your life. That person."

   Situ Mengyao took a deep breath and said firmly: "That person is you."

  Ye Feixu was stunned, and an unbelievable look flashed in his dark eyes. He wanted to laugh but couldn't.

  Situ Mengyao suddenly remembered that night. He asked who gave her the token. She said this somewhat jokingly, as if he had something wrong from that time.

   Ye Feixu patted his forehead with some annoyance: "I have never given you something like this."

   "I thought it was from you."

   "What I gave you, you return it."

   Situ Mengyao frowned: "Every time you go to drink flower wine, you will give me something, how can I accept it?"

   Ye Feixu hesitated for a long time, and said bitterly: "The time you went back to your natal house, your cousin hugged you, I saw it."

  Situ Mengyao looked at him in surprise: "My cousin..."

  Ye Feixu asked: "Don't you like him?"

  Situ Mengyao is in a mess now, she doesn't know how things would turn out like this. She still patiently explained: "My cousin and I were childhood sweethearts, he might like me a little..."

   Ye Feixu looked a little excited: "He won't marry for you for many years!"

Situ Mengyao shook his head: "I don't know. He has been to Jiangnan for so many years, and I have had a lot of news about him. The time I went back to my mother's house was the last time I saw him. He likes me or not, I have no right to interfere, but I never liked him."

  Because I recognize you, there is no one else in my eyes.

   Ye Feixu has already woken up most of the wine at the moment, he scratched his head: "You are always upset, isn't it because of him? You are always impatient to talk to me, isn't it because of him?"

  Situ Mengyao looked at him, tears could not stop falling, she suddenly felt that the cold war for so many years was a joke.

  "You are the one who sleeps in the flowers and the willow, you who do not come home at night, and you are the one who speaks coldly to me..." Situ Mengyao felt heartache and shrank into a ball tightly.

  The following words could hardly be said, and Ye Feixu did not let her continue.

  He sealed her lips with a kiss and gently kissed away the teardrops on her face.

  He always thought that there was another man in her heart, so he went to check that person, check everything about him, check that he gave her a gift, check the poem he wrote for her, check the evidence that he likes her.

  He kept chilling her and hanging him, and when he finally learned to please her, she was disappointed in him and ignored him, and then he also became frustrated.

  It turned out to be like this when you open your heart, as if the world is suddenly bright.

  Later, he hugged her and whispered softly in her ear: "Meng Yao, how much I want a child, I always thought you were not willing."

  Situ Mengyao covered her eyes with her hands, and tears flowed from her fingers. She just cried and kept crying.

  Seven years of grievances, seven years of sadness, she did not dare to talk to others, and no one had ever suffered from her.

   "It's me who is not good, don't cry..." He coaxed her awkwardly, and the kiss fell softly again, lingering and jerky.

  It was snowing again in the outer sky, and Ouyang Liuyun, who was squatting in the corner, almost froze. After hearing the whole story, he retreated and returned to the house.

  He shook his head helplessly. It was so easy to say something clearly. The two had misunderstood for seven years. It was a weird thing.

  But he thinks about it again. Before, Ye Feixu could count the number of times he went home in a year with both hands.

  He sighed deeply again.

  It's dawn and the snow has stopped.

  The sun is basking on the earth warmly, reflecting the bright light.

  Because of the strong suggestion of Ouyang Liuyun and the two small buns, hot pot was born early in the morning to eat tomato noodles.

  A table of people gathered around the table, sucking and eating noodles, eating happily and contentedly.

   Ye Fei white noodles, scooped up the soup, put it in a small bowl and served it to Su Ying, and said softly: "Eat more."

  Su Ying smiled at him and took the bowl.

  Su Ying saw that Ye Feixu and Situ Mengyao hadn't appeared yet, she lowered her voice and said to Ouyang Liuyun who was eating Zhengxiang: "You won't lock them in now, right?"

  Ouyang Liuyun hadn’t answered yet, Su Xiaorui’s eyes lit up: “Did Uncle Ouyang lock the four uncles and four gods in the room to give birth to a little sister?”

  Su Ying laughed out loud.

  Ouyang Liuyun almost choked himself, he reached out his hand and patted Su Xiaorui's head: "It's actually the same."

  Ouyang Liuyun quickly explained: "Sister-in-law, don't wrong me. I have unlocked their door a long time ago, and it is because they are too affectionate to get up."

  Su Ying was stunned for a moment: "You mean that the two of them...reconciled?"