Rebirth: The First Daughter and the Ruthless Concubine

In the next few days, Meng Junyao couldn't bear it anymore and left the house again. Whether she met Huangfu Qian or not, her eagerness was quite remarkable.

But this is in line with Meng Wan's wishes. The more Meng Junyao cares about Huangfu Qian, the more sad he will be when he is abandoned in the future. When she is sad, Meng Wan feels better.

The weather was so cold that only the room was the warmest. After lunch, Meng Wan lay on the bed and took a nap.

The thin sunlight poured in from the window, covering the ground with golden color and spreading brilliance everywhere.

On the exquisite pear wood carved bed, the golden Ruyi tent structure lifted up the layers of curtains. Meng Wan lay there quietly, but she slept extremely uneasily. A fine cold sweat broke out on her fair forehead, and her beautiful eyebrows were frowned tightly.

together.

The figure in the dream was getting closer and closer to her. She wanted to escape, but was tightly imprisoned by the man. No matter how much she resisted, she couldn't break free. She half-knelt there and watched his heavy kicks.

On her lower abdomen: "Ah!"

I suddenly woke up from my sleep, my dark eyes still filled with the fear that had not dissipated from the dream, staring at the tent ceiling covered with hibiscus flowers in a daze, knowing clearly that it was just a dream, but the feeling of tightness in my chest and pain that I didn't want to live was still the same.

At first.

The child...her child...

"What did you dream about? Why are you so scared?" Suddenly, a cold voice suddenly sounded outside the tent, which became increasingly weird in the silent room.

Meng Wan was stunned.

Through a layer of gauze, you couldn't see clearly who it was, but you could vaguely see a pair of unfathomable eyes, staring at her fiercely.

She couldn't help but feel startled. She subconsciously reached out from under the pillow and took out a dagger. She held it in her hand and shouted sternly at the figure: "Who?"

A tall figure fell down and easily passed through the gauze curtain to reach her with almost no effort. He clasped her wrist with one hand and took her into his arms with the other hand: "In just two days,

How could you forget me so quickly? It’s really sad.”

This voice...

Meng Wan pushed hard, and when she saw who was coming, she froze: "Why is it you?" It was the pervert he met in Dongbai Building that day!

"Who else could it be if it wasn't me?" He obviously didn't care about her shock, and still curled his lips with an uninhibited smile.

Meng Wan couldn't help but frowned in disgust, and tried to get out of bed and leave him. Unexpectedly, he tightened his arms and pulled her back into his arms: "Where are you going?"

He clasped his hands on her waist and sat on the edge of the bed, with a sleeve of his robe pressed against hers, and he chuckled.

At this moment, Fang could clearly see his face. His lips were shallow, his eyebrows were bright, his eyes were sparkling, and his eyebrows were long. He was so beautiful that you couldn't take your eyes away. Especially the smile at this moment, it was like blooming in the River of Forgetfulness.

The red Manzhushahua by the river has a magical power that confuses people's hearts.

Meng Wan asked herself that she had seen countless people, but at this moment she was still shocked that there could be such a good-looking man in this world.

However, this thought only lasted for a moment, and then it was replaced by disgust. She stared at him coldly, with burning eyes: "What on earth are you going to do? How did you find yourself in my home?"

"Huh?" The man raised his eyebrows, and then said suddenly: "I was also on the East 100th floor yesterday!"

"You eavesdropped on our conversation?" Meng Wan was shocked.

"I wasn't eavesdropping. You were next door and I overheard it accidentally." The man looked innocent.

Meng Wan prides herself on being calm, but at this moment she really wants to curse, this man...