Chapter 852: Dead Yuan Zhi Everything is Empty (One Hundred and Two)

Meng Fusheng was still very embarrassed, "I didn't want to regret it, I just felt that it didn't go to the end, which was disrespectful to Miss Ning." ”

Mu Shengyun said bitterly: "Although you have not yet carried out the whole process, you have already held hands in front of so many people and performed most of the ceremony, and in the eyes of everyone, you are already a husband and wife." I think the reason why Miss Ning endured not to tell us that she was sick was because she wanted to really become husband and wife with you, so what are you still hesitating about? ”

Meng Fusheng didn't attach importance to this wedding, so he felt that it would be unreasonable if he didn't have another wedding.

But before he could continue to say anything, Mu Shengyun suddenly coughed violently, covering his mouth, coughing heartbreakingly.

"Senior Brother Shengyun!"

Meng Fusheng's heart immediately pinched, and he hurriedly went over to check the pulse, but was avoided by Mu Shengyun, "I'm fine." ”

But Meng Fusheng couldn't say anything against at this time, he said, "Okay, Senior Brother Shengyun, Qiu Rong, is my wife." ”

He is a very responsible person, he actually said this, and he must have decided in his heart that Mu Shengyun finally put his mind at ease, this crisis was finally surviving, who knows what will happen in such a long time if a new wedding is planned.

Mu Shengyun said that he was leaving, and asked him to stay with Ning Qiurong, and said that Miss Ning must have been the first person she saw when she woke up.

Everyone knows that with Ning Qiurong's importance to this wedding, fainting during the worship must have hurt her greatly, and at this time, only Meng Fusheng can comfort her, and no one else can.

It wasn't until almost the evening that Ning Qiurong woke up leisurely, her eyes were gloomy, and her face had lost its luster because of her illness, but other than that, it was more of a deep disappointment in herself - she messed up her wedding, and she was obviously looking forward to it.

She didn't even want to wake up, staring blankly at the roof, looking like she didn't know which one of the clouds she was looking at, and she didn't even notice that there were people around her.

Ning Qiurong woke up too quietly, no different from when she was in a coma, Meng Fusheng just found her open eyes when he looked over by chance, and his heart was happy, "Qiu Rong, you are awake." ”

Her expression finally fluctuated, and she turned her head to look at her in disbelief, her eyes sparkled, as if she was about to cry in the next second, and her voice was hoarse and ugly, "Fusheng, Fusheng, I'm sorry, I messed up the wedding, I don't deserve you." ”

"Don't say that." Meng Fusheng felt great pity and hurriedly held her hand, "This is just a ceremony, even if it doesn't go to the end, you are still my wife." ”

Ning Qiurong didn't seem to have reacted to what he was talking about, pursed her dry and peely lips, her nose became astringent, and she didn't dare to move her eyes, as if she was afraid that Meng Fusheng would disappear if she moved, and everything just now turned into a dream.

"Y-You're not lying to me?"

Meng Fusheng secretly laughed to himself, "How could I lie to you." ”

"Fusheng ......" Ning Qiurong's eyes slowly turned red, and she didn't know where she got the strength to sit up from the bed, hugged Meng Fusheng, buried her face in his arms, and sobbed softly, but it was not sad, but moved.

Then as if he thought of something, his ears turned red a little bit, and he buried his head in Meng Fusheng's arms and refused to lift it out, and after a while, he asked very quietly: "The matter of the cave room." ”

The two words of the cave room are like a fire, and her whole person is about to burn, even if she is a person who can bravely say her love, but those two words are still too bold.

Meng Fusheng also seemed to be burned, and felt that the person in his arms had become a fire, burning so much that he didn't know what to say, he didn't think about doing something like that with Qiu Rong, but if he said it directly, she would definitely be sad.

So he thought for a moment and said, "You're still sick, wait until you're well." ”

The room was silent instantly, only a soft "um" was heard, Ning Qiurong suddenly raised her head from Meng Fusheng's arms, and then the whole person got into the quilt, and said in a sullen voice: "Okay...... Did you take care of me for a day? ”

"This is what I should."

Ning Qiurong's heart was so sweet, but she was even more reluctant to let Meng Fusheng be so tired, so she hurriedly said, "Then you go and rest first." ”

Meng Fusheng nodded, and after realizing that she couldn't see, he responded gently, and instructed before leaving, "Don't be stuffy in the quilt, it's not good for your health, I'll have someone cook medicine later." ”

Ning Qiurong nodded, and only after hearing the sound of the door closing did she get her face out of the quilt, I don't know if she was stuffy or shy, her neck and face were all red clouds.

She felt that she really didn't know how to be ashamed just now, would Fusheng think that she was in a hurry, and she didn't even think about the cave room before she got better, really, thinking about the embarrassment just now was like finding a crack in the ground to get into, and never come out again.

"Ahhh Ning Qiurong covered her face and shook her head, "You don't have to think about how you talk." Because she was in such a happy mood, she was obviously a lot more lively.

Ning Qiurong's illness was not a serious illness, but because she was too worried a few days ago, she broke out after she relaxed all of a sudden, and her recovery was a little slower.

During this period, someone suddenly found Meng Fusheng.

He didn't know the middle-aged man, he had an ordinary appearance and an ordinary temperament, he was the type that he couldn't find if he was thrown into the crowd, but he entered Liuyun Villa at night, quietly and without alarming anyone.

Meng Fusheng looked at the middle-aged man warily, "Who are you?" Why is it here at this time? "He's ready to do it at any moment, like a taut string.

The man didn't answer his question, but asked a question very abruptly, "Do you really have no feelings for Her Royal Highness the princess of Kunguo?" ”

Meng Fusheng's expression was cold, "What does this have to do with you, I shouldn't know you, and besides, I haven't seen the princess and the emperor have you by their side." ”

The man's expression was disdainful, "Heh, I have a princess in my heart, but I married another person, are you people in Liuyun Villa so ruthless and disgusting?" ”

Meng Fusheng was enraged by his words, drew his sword, and said sharply: "Who are you!" If you talk nonsense again, don't blame me for being ruthless! If he scolded himself, Meng Fusheng would still be able to bear it, but when it touched Liuyun Villa, his temper was not so good.