The money that Zhou Wanyi gave to the grandmothers who taught etiquette was not a small amount, so they naturally did their best to teach. And Ning Qiurong is also a competitive person, no matter how strict the grandmothers are, she can meticulously complete the tasks assigned by them, and she does it well.

Those grandmothers have all seen the world, but occasionally they can't help but smile knowingly, praising Ning Qiurong for being a wise and sensible person, and she will not lose to those famous ladies in the imperial city after studying for a long time.

Ning Qiurong just laughed and didn't say anything when she heard it, she was just a yarn girl, how could there be any life of a famous lady, so just listen to it and pass. She's not self-pitying, so she doesn't have any bad thoughts about it.

That night, Meng Fusheng was drinking in the courtyard again, and when he was hazy, he suddenly saw a very familiar figure passing by outside the courtyard.

Meng Fusheng's heart sank, and he couldn't help shouting: "Yan'er! He was completely subconscious, even when he was sober, he clearly knew that it was impossible for Du Yueyan to appear in Liuyun Villa, and the chance of them meeting was very small. But now, his brain was bewitched by alcohol, and for a moment, he had some beautiful thoughts, and he felt that the person he had been thinking about for a long time had appeared, so he cried out.

But as soon as he finished speaking, the figure paused, and the next moment, he ran away.

Meng Fusheng reflexively stood up, chasing and shouting: "Yan'er! ”

But the figure did not stop, but ran faster and faster, Meng Fusheng panicked, and even used light skills, and finally caught the person, he saw the front of the person clearly with extravagant hopes, and as a result, he was disappointed.

Although the woman is six or seven points similar to Yan'er, how can he not tell the difference between other people and Yan'er, even if he is drunk and sees the front, he can immediately be sure that this person is not Yan'er.

So Meng Fusheng immediately let go of his hand and said apologetically: "I'm sorry, I recognized the wrong person." His brain was a little sluggish, so he couldn't react immediately, how could a person as similar to Yan'er suddenly appear in Liuyun Villa.

The woman's face was slightly alarmed, and then she smiled kindly at his words, straightened her sideburns, and said "It's okay" before leaving.

But Meng Fusheng held her wrist again, he was bewitched again just now, the woman's laughter, and the movement of brushing her sideburns, looked like Du Yueyan.

So he said, "Girl, you are very much like a friend of mine, can you stay and talk to me?" He knew that his request was a bit abrupt, but he couldn't control it. He wanted to talk more to the woman in front of him, even if she just looked a little similar to Yan'er, even if some of her subconscious movements were done by Yan'er, even if she was definitely not Yan'er, Meng Fusheng wanted to sit down with her and talk to her.

That woman was Ning Qiurong. This afternoon, Mu Shengyun found her, said that she could act, and told her that Meng Fusheng would drink in the courtyard at this time of day and let her go, so Ning Qiurong came to drink.

It's just that no matter how much psychological construction she did before she came, she was just a girl after all, shy and timid, so when Meng Fusheng called out another woman, the name of the woman she knew she was learning, she couldn't help but run, she didn't expect Meng Fusheng to catch up.

She had heard Meng Fusheng's name in Mu Shengyun's mouth, but she didn't expect him to be so magnificent, even if she drank wine, she couldn't stop the charm he exuded, which was extremely attractive to a woman who was just starting to fall in love.

So Ning Qiurong curled her lips and replied, "Okay." ”

The two sat down at the stone table in the courtyard, facing each other, Ning Qiurong looked at Meng Fusheng's handsome and three-dimensional facial features under the moon, and his deep and charming eyes seemed to exude a steady stream of affection, and suddenly, the beating of his heart was a little uncontrollable.

Meng Fusheng also reacted to his recklessness at this time, but he didn't want to drive away the person who could talk to him, "I'm sorry, I was too reckless just now, didn't scare you, right?" ”

Ning Qiurong shook her head, "No." ”

In fact, there were not many topics for the two of them to chat, and the conversation was not very enthusiastic, but the atmosphere was very harmonious, Meng Fusheng drank a lot of wine unconsciously, and before he became unconscious, he couldn't tell whether it was Yan'er or someone else sitting in front of him, he just held her hand, prayed, and was wronged, "Don't go well, accompany me." "Also, I miss you so much, Yan'er. Meng Fusheng didn't say the last sentence because he had already fallen asleep.

Ning Qiurong's heart beat even more violently, under the blowing of the evening breeze and the shroud of the moonlight, she didn't stop for a long time, she held Meng Fusheng's hand and said softly: "I won't leave." ”

Meng Fusheng, who closed his eyes at this time, seemed to hear it, and breathed a sigh of relief at once, but his hand still didn't let go, as if he was afraid that he would run away.

Ning Qiurong helped him back into the room, it was very difficult, but it was not particularly tiring, because Meng Fusheng was not drunk to the point where he couldn't use any strength, and Ning Qiurong had helped the family farm before, so he still had a little strength.

She carefully wiped his face, then tucked the quilt and worked until the next morning. On the way back. Ning Qiurong has been thinking about her behavior today, is it too much? No one asked her to stay with Meng Fusheng, or even serve him for one night, but she did it just by the ghost, and she was still so willing, and it could even be said to be a little sweet.

Ning Qiurong thought about it, could this be love at first sight only in the script? It's not that she doesn't believe in love at first sight, but she's a little surprised that it happened to her.

But she is happy, she can even be said to be looking forward to it, looking forward to the arrival of the evening, and even looking forward to the day in the future when she will stand next to Meng Fusheng openly and accompany him as a lover.

After Meng Fusheng woke up, his head had some familiar pain, and he had a hangover every day, so he was a little used to it, but he didn't know why, he suddenly touched the side, with a little heat, as if someone was sitting there not long ago.

Who is it? Is he dreaming, he seems to have seen Yan'er last night, she seems to be still by his side, as gentle as before, without those painful alienation and politeness.

Isn't he's dreaming? How could this happen, Yan'er has already let go of his hand.