Chapter 43
Fu Yanlin was stunned. After a while, he realised the meaning of her words and suddenly sank his face. " Did she bribe someone to kill you?"
Mu Huanqing shrugged his shoulders and replied carelessly, "It's a little thing. How can I deal with so well?"
Listening to her tone of understatement, it's about life and death. How can she be so open-minded?
At that time, one of her women left the Hou Mansion with only three servants to live in the cold Zhuangzi, with child in her belly and guard against killers. How can outsiders understand the grievances and hardships?
Compared with those women who often cry to him about grievances and complain all day long, this wife is too generous and tolerant. She relies on herself in everything and carries her own grievances.
No wonder she refused to cling to him. Even after he apologised and tried his best to please her, she still did not change her original aspiration and did not shake her will easily.
Fu Yanlin suddenly felt extremely ashamed. Even if he didn't want to see her at the beginning, she did nothing wrong and should not be bullied like this. As a man of her, he failed to do the most basic responsibility of a husband. He shouldered her.
On this day, he didn't touch her again, and his whole body became silent. Mu Huanqing didn't know what he was thinking. In fact, she didn't hate him. After all, those things were over. She wouldn't get into trouble. She would learn a lesson and cheer up, because she had to keep her energy in a useful place.
However, there are some things she can't blame, but she can't help insisting on it. She can come to the present and have a world today. She can be different from other women. She doesn't have to stay in the backyard, but gallops on the prairie, all because of her persistence.
It is undeniable that she appreciates Fu Yanlin's performance during this period. It is not easy for a man like him who is in a high position and in charge of military power to put down his figure and confess to her mistakes to her, try to make up for her and her daughter, and give in many things to her. She understands this sincerity.
A man like him is really charming. No wonder all the noble daughters in the capital want to marry him, and she is not completely unintentional to him. When kissed by him, she will also bump into deer, but these temptations are not as good as the country she has opened up. She can't give up the days of the manor and cherish it very much.
If he wants to stay in Zhuangzi for a few days and accompany his daughter, she is always welcome, but it is difficult for her to serve him like a wife. Some fates are missed. It's not that she is hard-hearted, but that she cherishes everything she has now.
How regrettable it is to give up such a beautiful husband and give up his favour, but people always have to choose, don't they? She feels fair what she gives up and gets what she wants and gives. Maybe she would regret not taking advantage of this opportunity to be a mandarin duck, but she did not regret it, because she prefers to be a daughter on the prairie.
The next day, Fu Yanlin led three confidants to return to the capital. Before leaving, he looked at her deeply. She could feel that he was different. His eyes were still hot, but he was too restrained to see through. She was even a little unable to look directly into his eyes.
"I won't give up." He left such a sentence and drove away gracefully.
She looked at his back and shook her head gently. So what if you don't give up? She is no longer who she was four years ago. She can let him decide her fate.
She led her daughter back to the house and still lived a busy and fulfilling life. At this time, she never expected that when Fu Yanlin came back again, she would bring her unexpected changes and determination, and she would not refuse or escape everything he planned for her, including their daughter.
After winter, it snowed.
Doudou nestled comfortably and didn't feel cold at all. Since she found that it was warmer to stay in Uncle Butterfly than on the Kang, she prefers to get into his arms.
He Guan is also used to climbing on himself with this limb. Anyway, he is idle. It's winter. He no longer turns into a butterfly and flies around. He enjoys the pleasure of being watched, because the insects in winter are either dead or hibernate. If he turns into a butterfly and flies around in this cold winter, he will definitely be regarded as a demon butterfly.
Mammy Ji beside her looked at Miss and couldn't help laughing strangely, "It's strange. Miss Doudou is most afraid of cold. In previous years, she always shouted cold in winter, but I haven't heard her shout once this year."
Mu Huanqing sat on the kang reading, leaning against a soft pillow behind her back. Hearing Mammy Ji say so, she also looked at her daughter. At this time in the past, my daughter was either nestled in her arms or in Mammy Ji's arms to keep warm. This year, she changed her usual and seemed not afraid of the cold at all.
Doudou sat on the soft couch and said to Mammy Ji in a soft voice, "It's not cold this year!"
"Okay, it's not cold. Miss Doudou has grown up and is not afraid of the cold."
Doudouge smiled. In other people's eyes, she is sitting on a soft couch. Only she knows that she is actually nestling in Uncle Butterfly's arms to keep warm.
Uncle said, don't tell anyone that she could see him, so she cleverly didn't say anything and turned her beautiful eyes at Uncle Butterfly.
He Guan saw the little guy looking at him, raised his eyebrows, stretched out his index finger to point her little nose.
"Come on, get a cross-eye for me to see."
Xiaodoudou looked at the fingers on his nose and squeezed his eyes in the middle very hard. He Guan was stunned first, and then laughed. He was a joke, but he didn't expect that she really showed him to tease the little guy, but she was teased by the little guy.
When Doudou saw him laugh, he also laughed out loud, causing Mu Huanqing, Xinyu and Mammy Ji to turn their heads to look at her.
"What is Doudou laughing at?" Mu Huanqing asked curiously.
Doudou quickly tampered his mouth with his little hands and shook his head, but his eyes were still smiling. He looked very cute.
Mu Huanqing laughed and shook her head as if the child was playing by herself.
"Mummy, when will Dad come to play with Doudou?" Xiaodoudou asked.
Mu Huanqing smiled on his lips, and then said as if nothing had happened, "It's snowing outside now. It's cold. Let Dad accompany you when it gets warmer, okay?"
Xiaodoudou, the doctor, nodded cleverly and didn't want his father, but Mu Huanqing saw the expectation in his eyes clearly.
She lowered her eyes, her eyes fell on the book, and her mind couldn't help drifting to the last last conversation between the two.
She expressed her meaning very clearly. He should be disappointed, right? If you meet a woman like her who doesn't know how to exalt, you will lose patience over time.
She thought it was okay, but her heart was a little sour. It turned out that she would be more or less affected, and he was Doudou's father. She was also very happy to see that he loved Idol so much. When she had him, she would also immerse herself in the joy of her family and living happily.
However, such emotions are unreliable, time will change, and people's hearts will change. If she were a woman who could be satisfied with a little favour from a man, she would not have left the Hou Mansion indisputable.
Thinking of this, she sighed softly. This Zhen Yuanhou is a trouble. When he is here, she feels sad; when he leaves, not only his daughter misses him, but also his smiling face comes to her mind from time to time.
Especially as the New Year is approaching, every family is preparing for the Spring Festival. At this moment, Fu Yanlin may not have time to pay attention to their mother and daughter. He can walk to the manor on weekdays, but on New Year's Day, he has to celebrate the holiday in Houfu, and his aunts in the backyard will not let him go so easily.
Well, this man is a disaster.
He Guan raised his eyebrows and stared at the red line on Mu Huanqing's wrist. The red line changed again, the colour was darker, and the spring was a little longer, so his peach blossom eyes smiled more strangely.
The woman finally understood what lovesickness was. He waited so long that he finally waited for an opportunity.
He wanted to add fuel to the fire to make her desire for spring burn more vigourously, so he decided to use the demonic method of dreaming.
While Mu Huanqing was asleep at night, he entered her dream and weaved a beautiful dream to arouse her lust.
In the dream, Mu Huanqing was pressed under Fu Yanlin. He opened her skirt with his hand and took off her belly pocket.
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"What are they doing?" The soft and sweet childish voice suddenly intervened.
He Guan shook his body and stared at Xiaodoudou, who appeared beside him somehow. The latter was opening his curious eyes and watching her parents intertwined together in a strange way.
He took a breath of air, covered the kid's eyes without thinking about it, and even pulled the person away with his arms.
"Ah!" Mu Huanqing screamed and sat up from bed in surprise.
She blushed and gasped. Damn it, she actually had a spring dream? The object is still Fu Yanlin!
The dream was so realistic that it seemed that she had experienced it. Until now, her body is still trembling gently because of the sequelae of lust, and at the same time, there was an indescribable heat in her abdomen, which made her very uncomfortable.
Xinyu heard the cry of the master and rushed in quickly. He looked worried about the master's hands.
Mu Huanqing embarrassed to tell Xinyu that he had just had a spring dream, so he had to make up an excuse and say that he had a bad nightmare.
As for He Guan, the initiator who created this lewd dream, he was sternly preaching to Xiaodoudou.
"No peek in the future! Sleep well at night!"
"Why can't you watch it?" Xiaodoudou asked innocently.
"Because you are still young, this is not what you can see!" His dreaming was interrupted and he almost broke his skills.
"Is Dad bullying his mother?"
"No." From another perspective, yes.
"But my uncle said that it was my mother that my father really wanted to bully."