Li Ruibai returned to the room in a daze.
She knew that the reason why the people in the compound got drunk Duan Ting today was to vent her anger, and to let her have ample time and think carefully.
But he was sleeping next to her right now, and she couldn't calm her head at such a close distance.
When she was in Beicang, because of business dealings with the Qian family, she often met him for a while and asked him to help deliver letters to Nanling.
At first it was unintentional.
Piansheng accidentally saw him drinking to Yue alone, and her eyes were all desolate.
When she was standing behind him, he turned his head and smiled at her, with a cool smile, "Look at this for so long, have you fallen in love with this king? Don't, this king doesn't touch the Liang family's women."
"Why?" It's hard to talk deeply, but at that time she inexplicably forgot this taboo, and she asked if she should ask if she thought of a sentence.
"Why? Because this king is disabled, let the Liang family women follow this king... to be a widow? Ha ha ha! What they want, this king can't afford to... Hiccup! Why bother, let them follow in the footsteps of the mother and concubine?..."
He is drunk.
One person leaned on the wheelchair, and the wine bottle slipped from his hand to the ground, making a squeaky sound as it rolled.
Under the quiet moonlit night, that person seemed to be even more lonely.
She pushed him back to the room and helped him onto the couch.
Then, the person who was drunk to death pulled him and put it under his body as a mattress, unable to move.
If she immediately opened her mouth to call people at that time, if she didn't see tears overflowing from the corners of his eyes at that time... She might not have escaped here today.
Unfortunately, the remnant king she thought was not the remnant king.
The person she wanted to raise didn't need her to raise at all.
Looking back now, the self-righteousness of those years was just a joke.
How many times did he laugh at her behind his back
Retracting his gaze from the wall, Li Ruibai turned off the light and forced himself to sleep.
The next day, Duan Ting woke up with a splitting headache.
He was rectified.
The health-preserving wine brewed by Fu Nuan will definitely not have such a strong wine strength, nor will it have such torture sequelae.
That jar of wine was specially prepared for him.
Nanling Wang and his wife are both human beings. How long have they been planning to rectify him this time
I sat up from the bed with my head, and after a long time to wake myself up, I heard the lively words outside the window.
It's the hoarse tone he is familiar with.
Duan Ting couldn't help but walked to the bed and opened the window. From here, he could see the situation of the compound.
It was early in the morning, when the sun had just penetrated the dawn, and the air was still tinged with coolness. In the compound, the figures of little children gathered.
They are one or two years old, ranging from six to seven to eight years old.
At such a scattered age, you can have a lot of fun when you get together.
The older children are teaching the little ones to walk.
The figures of women and women in the compound were squatting next to the children, and they were sometimes amused by the baby's naive attitude and laughed.
Among them is Li Ruibai.
He was not dyed in white, and he was extremely conspicuous in the crowd, or maybe he could only see such a person in his eyes at this moment.
When she looked at the children, her brows and eyes were softer than usual, and the merchant's shrewdness disappeared, and she looked like IKEA.
It's pleasing to the eye, it makes people think that she looks extremely good in men's clothing.
He had never seen her smile like this.
Melt into that atmosphere, looking warm and warm.
Attract people to go there.
He thought so and did so.
Go to her.