Madam not allowed to remarry

Chapter 20
She bit her lip tightly, facing Meng Baiyun's calm expression, she wanted to tear her mouth apart, but she endured it.

She needs that letter, she wants to see Long Aohan say that she loves her with her own eyes, and she lives now only because of this obsession that supports her.

"Okay, I'll clean up."

"Let's start!"

Meng Baiyun raised his legs leisurely, with a harmless smile on the corner of his lips, but his eyes were as sly as a fox.

Lin Mengru began to tidy up, the delicate young lady was dripping with sweat and panting after a short while of moving.

Meng Baiyun only cared about drinking tea calmly.

By the time Lin Mengru packed up, an hour and a half had passed.

It was late at night, and Meng Baiyun was sleepy.

"The money that should be lost, remember to send it early tomorrow morning, I'm sleepy, you can go."

"Meng Baiyun, finish your sentence at once. I don't have that much time to play with you. What's the second thing, just talk about it."

Meng Baiyun chuckled, turned to look at Lin Mengru: "Don't be so anxious, as the saying goes, the better things are, the harder it is to get, go back and wash and sleep."

"Meng Baiyun!"

Seeing that Meng Baiyun was about to lie down and snore, Lin Mengru couldn't bear it any longer, and stepped forward to grab Meng Baiyun's arm. With this tugging, the letter in the sleeve spilled out again.

Lin Mengru's expression suddenly brightened, and she picked up the letter before Meng Baiyun.

She said why she couldn't find it, and it turned out that Meng Baiyun had it with her.

As if she had found a treasure, before Meng Baiyun could stop her, she couldn't wait to tear open one of them.

After just one glance, she was stunned, and then her smile became more and more bleak, and the calculation in her eyes became more and more intense.

Then, she opened the second and third envelopes.

Meng Baiyun's face turned cold, she hated others to read her private letters and diaries.

"give me back."

Lin Mengru took Meng Baiyun's current cold face as guilt and fear.

A look of self-satisfaction.

"Hmph, Meng Baiyun, before I spread rumors that you were a vixen, it turned out that I was right in spreading rumors, even seducing my own brother-in-law, Meng Baiyun, you are really shameless."

"King Qin?" Meng Baiyun was a little confused.

Lin Mengru smiled viciously.

"Now, you have the handle in my hands. Leaving home without permission is just a pain, but if I send these letters to your mother, then you will die."

What did Meng Baiyun understand, but he was not too sure.

There were more than a dozen letters, but Lin Mengru only took away a few, and there were still some in her cuffs.

She pulled out one and opened it, and read three lines, the corners of her mouth twitching.

Read again, three black lines on the forehead.

After reading it, I am speechless.

If the dead Meng Baiyun knew that the man he loved all his life was also deeply in love with her, he might have to throw himself into the river just like Lin Mengru.

Obviously, these letters were not received by Meng Yunduo on behalf of Meng Baiyun, but were withheld.

King Qin's love letter was really a stumbling block to her success, and it brought no surprises, only fright.

Originally, he planned to play Lin Mengru in the palm of his hand, but now it can only be said that the two are evenly matched.

Still, she had the upper hand.

The advantage is that no one knows that King Qin hates her.

Um, I have to wipe a bitter tear when I say it, but it is indeed a huge advantage.

So, calming down and calming down, she laughed again: "I like King Qin. Even a three-year-old child knows it. I imitate his handwriting and write a few love letters to myself. I look forward to plum blossoms to quench my thirst and draw cakes to satisfy my hunger. Can?"

Lin Mengru was taken aback, she intuitively felt that Meng Baiyun was not lying.

(End of this chapter)