Chapter 42: A Thing Of The Heart [II]

It turned out to be an anti-government organization! It was no wonder that Dong Runnian, the Shangshu of the Criminal Department, reacted so strongly when he saw the Promise tattoo on the dead man.

Zhao Ling thought, took a sip from the cup, frowned, and said in disbelief. "Cousin, it turns out you drink wine, I thought you only drink tea!"

"It turns out that Ling'er underestimated me so much?" Xie Mingyu looked at her slightly distorted expression due to the drink, feeling a little better.

"I underestimate what you have, as long as Girl Aoshuang doesn't underestimate you." Zhao Ling looked at him and said to him jokingly.

"Okay, even my cousin dared to make fun of him. It seems that these days I have been with King Xuan, and I have gained a lot of skills, eh." Xie Mingyu also teased her politely.

Zhao Ling was rarely so playful, so Xie Mingyu naturally responded happily.

"Who is talking about this king behind his back?"

A low voice came from behind them, and the corner of Zhao Ling's mouth twitched. Is he Cao Cao?

Meng Yuan pushed his wheelchair slowly and appeared in front of the two with a gloomy expression. It was so late, and this woman was still alone with Xie Mingyu, and still chatting so happily. Could it be that he was happy?

Xie Mingyu stood up and saluted Meng Yuan. "I have seen King Xuan."

Meng Yuan only looked solemnly at Zhao Ling. His handsome face was dark, as if saying "This king is very unhappy".

What was wrong with this guy? His face was so stinky, as if someone owed him tens of thousands of taels.

Zhao Ling curled his lips, stood up, and said to Xie Mingyu. "Cousin, we have to leave earlier tomorrow morning. Rest early."

Xie Mingyu nodded, smiled meaningfully at her, and left.

Meng Yuan still looked at Zhao Ling, his expression gradually turning from gloomy to sad. Zhao Ling looked at the blood strains in his eyes, and realized he must be exhausted. Feeling a little distressed in her heart, she said helplessly. "Since you are tired, you need to rest earlier too. I will push you back to the room."

In the past two days, he dragged his unhealed legs, went through so many things with her, and saved her so many times, so it was right to take care of him.

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Hearing the concern in her words, Meng Yuanheng's expression eased a little. He had seen it a long time ago that this woman was soft and hard. As long as he was in this pitiful situation, she would generally not refuse.

He raised his head, looked at her baffledly, and said. "But I want to stay with Ling'er. Can I sit with her for a while?"

Zhao Ling found that he couldn't refuse such a look more and more, and secretly spurned. "Okay, but it can't be too long. Mr. Situ said you need to rest more."

Zhao Ling pushed his wheelchair next to the stone bench, and sat down on the stone bench, and the two sat side by side.

The moon was bright and the stars were sparse, and the night was like water. Meng Yuan looked at the gentle and indifferent woman beside him, couldn't help but raise his hand, and pulled a naughty strand of hair from her temples behind her ears. And then, not surprisingly, saw a blush on her beautiful face, and he was satisfied. He smiled.

The so-called "flowers before and under the moon" was probably the case. If the heart knew each other, there was no word, yet tacit understanding. If two people love each other, they would feel pity even if they didn't say a word. Being with the one the person love would make the person intoxicated even if the person was relatively silent.

Meng Yuan knew there could be some people who were peeking in the dark and dared to covet his woman, but he would never give them any chance. His eyes flashed brightly.

Zhao Ling felt that she must be too tired. For Meng Yuan's intimacy, she actually had a feeling of rapid heartbeat and hot complexion. When Meng Yuan took out a piece of jade pendant to place on her neck, she woke up from her reverie.

"This is..." Zhao Ling looked at the extra jade pendant on her chest and looked at Meng Yuan in bewilderment.

This was a crystal clear blood jade, small and exquisite, with a warm touch. It was very valuable at first glance.

Meng Yuan gave a light cough, his face seemed a little unnatural. "Take it. Don't remove it."

"Why give me something for no reason?" Zhao Ling asked, paused, and continued. "And this jade pendant seems to be very valuable."

"This king wants to give it to you. Should there be so many reasons to that?" Seeing that Zhao Ling wanted to remove it and return it to him, his face sank and said: "The things this king gave out will never be taken back. If you don't like it, just throw it away."

Zhao Ling was dumbfounded. It was so awkward to give a gift. Meng Yuan was enough for her. Well, since he was rich and self-willed, she wouldn't be polite to him then.

In the dim night, Feng Ze was hidden in the dark on the second floor, watching the scene of the two people whispering side by side downstairs. With his hands clenched, all kinds of emotions such as pain, regret, and unwillingness were surging in his eyes.

He remembered the first time the two met in the alley that day, remembered how she smiled at him when he leaped on the horse and brought her back home that day, and how she turned into Mo Xin to discard his suspicion. He was so stupid, he didn't even notice that Mo Xin was her.. Thinking of this, he smiled bitterly, then retreated sadly.

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