Chapter 32 First kiss

Angry, sad, and sadness surged into my heart, and Qingzhu's chest was depressing and sour.

When Zheng Wen saw the gloom in her eyes, he didn't know how to explain it. He wanted to argue but didn't know how to say it. He was not a man who fooled women, and now he had no idea.

"What does that heart-shaped pattern mean?" The woman's voice has been raised, and even a little broken. "I'm asking you, tell me the truth. Don't lie to me."

Zheng Wen's face suddenly turned blue. He wanted to say but dared not say it. He usually doesn't make up lies. He is a sincere and honest man.

"Ty, say it!"

"I told you, don't be angry."

"No, don't be angry, say it."

"That's a mark..."

"What mark? Do I have to ask you a question before you can say a word? Can't you be happy?"

"Yes, when she kissed me for the first time, I secretly engraved..."

"Kiss you? When did it happen?"

"Five years ago..."

Five years ago? You are only 15 years old and still so young. It's your first kiss!"

"Hmm...is..."

"She took the initiative to kiss you? Why? There must be a reason!"

"Because I came back from victory on the battlefield, and I recognized that I was the adopted son that day."

"Well, she is indeed a rich woman."

"She's not. Don't talk about her like that."

"Ha ha, it's my fault. It's my cheap mouth and stains the goddess in your mind. OK, it's okay for me to go, so as not to affect your romantic kiss.

There seemed to be a rainstorm on Qingzhu's face. A pair of clear eyes looked at him like this, without saying a word, as if to swallow him and turn around and leave.

"Qingzhu, Qingzhu, stop, wait for me," Zheng Wen quickly caught up with her, clasped her sleeve with his right hand, felt the anger in her eyes, and asked timidly, "Didn't you agree not to be angry?"

"Joke, Mr. Zheng didn't know that he saw me angry. Why should I be angry?" In the hard-mouthed nature of the dead duck, her voice suddenly rose three eight degrees, and she couldn't admit that she ate panthenic acid for him.

The two of them pulled, shouted and shouted, causing passers-by to stop and eavesdrop and look side by one after another. In the crowd, a beautiful young woman came out. Her skin was like snow, and her long hair was like silk. She squeezed out of the wall and separated everyone. She said elegantly, "Why are you watching the excitement here? Why don't you hurry up with your work."

"Yes, young lady." As soon as the servants heard the order of the young master and his wife, they dispersed obediently.

Young lady? You don't need to look at it to know who it is? Speaking of Cao Cao, Cao Cao arrived.

Yin Muxue is well-proportioned and slim, with a bright smile. The little maid around her is even more exquisite and her skin is like fat. Both of them are born beautiful blanks.

"Brother Wen, Qingzhu girl, what are you talking about? You are so happy. Be careful to let others hear it!" Yin Muxue smiled and always gave people the impression of sweetness and beauty. Outsiders who didn't know thought she was a kind person. Only those who really knew knew that this woman's appearance and heart were the same. The more beautiful she smiled, the darker her heart became. They didn't know how to think of ways to harm people.

The two look at the young grandmother of the Chen family at the same time, but the same attention is in different moods. Zheng Wen's eyes were intertwined with love and hate, and Qingzhu's pupils were straight for contempt and contempt.

"It turned out that the young lady came, and my sister came just in time. We are talking about you!" Qingzhu pretended to be mysterious, as if he were talking about a strange news in the world. But at this time, no one noticed how ugly Zheng Wen's face was. Could it be that this woman really wanted to say that?

Yin Muxue didn't understand what she meant and asked, "What are you talking about about me, but what's wrong with Xue'er?"

"Where is the place? My sister is exquisite and does everything. Which one in the Prime Minister's mansion doesn't give a thumbs up?" Qingzhu praised a few words with envy on his face, "My sister is really jealous."

Yin Muxue couldn't hide her complacency, and her eyes were full of contempt. "Sister, don't be so modest." She thinks that her interpersonal relationship in the house is good, and her is good. In the future, Mrs. Chen will pass away, and she will be the hostess of the prime minister's mansion. But the woman was naturally very curious. She turned her head and looked at Zheng Wen and said coquettishly, "Brother Wen, what on earth are you talking about?"

Zheng Wenyu is stuffed, and an ugly face is as bright red as beautiful as the morning glow, and the shy and astringent appearance is more fascinating. Yin Muxue even had an illusion for a moment, feeling that he was still the handsome teenager waiting for him under the willow tree, and did not become the ugly monster in front of him because of her poison.

Zheng Wen looked coldly and did not answer. He hated this woman who was absolutely cheating in times of danger, and could even be said to be a painful and unforgettable hatred. But he can't help missing her, remembering the feelings of the past, and never forgetting them. This is a contradictory psychology, with love and hate, intertwined and complicated.

Seeing the inexplicable feelings bursting out in his ink eyes, Qingzhu really couldn't bear it and said, "Actually, it's nothing. Mr. Zheng and I went to Sixiuxuan together in the morning. My sister bought a few well-cut new clothes and wanted to give Xue'er a piece of affection, so we discussed it. I don't know which one my sister likes?"

Yin Muxue saw Zheng Wen's hand-to-shoulder resistance, all of which were newly bought dresses for Qingzhu, which showed inexplicable hostility. Although she abandoned Zheng Wen first, she was still unhappy to see him close to other women.

"Sister, you're welcome. My sister has a lot of clothes, and there is no shortage of one or two pieces. Sister, keep it for herself!" While she said this, her eyes were full of contempt. How can Qingzhu compare with herself? The little woman's dress in front of her is expensive and just ready-made clothes. In the past, her clothes were all ordered by Zheng Wen himself at the embroidery workshop. She never went there. The man could make the right size, just with herself. Just like tailoring himself, you can see how careful he is. Thinking of this, it is inevitable that my heart is sad.

"Sister Xue'er, you're welcome. This snow-seeking plum on my sister's body used to be my sister's clothes. Now my sister also has her own new clothes, and she should repay her kindness." Qingzhu still spared no effort to lobby, "What color of clothes does Sister Xueer like, red, yellow, purple and white? Sister, choose one, and my sister will definitely give it to you."

"Forget it, Sister Qingzhu, you don't know yet. I only like blue," Yin Muxue said while staring at Zheng Wen, trying to find the warmth of the past from his eyes, but the man lowered his head and didn't want to look at her. He was afraid that he would be confused. From then on, the mind fell into the abyss and could never come out again.