Madam not allowed to remarry

Chapter 50 A Letter of Divorce

What is this called.

Meng Baiyun really couldn't stand it anymore.

"enough!"

She gave a loud shout.

Almost all eyes turned to her.

She immediately turned a smiling face: "Mrs. Ding, why are you bullying like this..."

Looking at Yanzhi, Yanzhi looked at her almost in horror and pleading eyes, shaking her head in despair.

She knew that Rouge was begging her not to meddle in her own business.

She also knew that if she really interceded for Yan Zhi, Yan Zhi would be finished.

So, she gave Rouge a consoling smile, and continued to laugh: "Those of us who don't know martial arts and have no accuracy."

Everyone was startled.

They all thought that she wanted to meddle in other people's affairs, but they didn't expect her to care about this.

Some people who failed to vote for several times suddenly followed suit.

"That's right, Mrs. Ding and Mrs. Wang are all people with martial arts. We people, how can we compare with you."

"Look at Mrs. Wang, she made ten shots out of ten, and I only hit one shot after more than 20 shots."

Mrs. Yang beside her also joined in: "Yes, yes, it's not fair."

Mrs. Ding laughed loudly: "Oh, it's my fault that I have martial arts, haha."

Meng Baiyun stepped forward and looked at the pot of Clivia pretending to be greedy: "This pot of Clivia is so beautiful. Mrs. Yang just told me that she wanted it too. I really like it too. Ladies, you like it too."

"Yes."

Meng Baiyun pretended to be worried, and suddenly his eyes lit up: "I do know a game, and we don't need to wait in line for a long time to vote peanuts. Everyone can participate at the same time, and it is more fair, tense, and exciting. Do you want to play it?" ?”

Her expression was so lively that everyone's appetite was whetted.

"Okay, okay, let's hear it."

Then Meng Baiyun told everyone about the rules of squatting on radish. When these wives and ladies whose life is extremely boring heard it, they were all very novel and eager to try it.

So, Meng Baiyun lined up these naughty girls and divided them into carrots, white radishes, purple radishes, and green radishes. By the way, he arranged a black radish for Mrs. Ding—the black heart radish.

The carrot squatting game replaced the peanut throwing game, and everyone was very excited. Even those who were eliminated, they just laughed regretfully and did not lose their temper out of frustration.

The men were also attracted by the bursts of laughter outside. The moment Meng Baiyun, the pink carrot, saw Zhu Yun, the corner of his mouth twitched into a sweet smile.

His eyes responded to her smile, doting and gentle.

So much so that she fell into it like this, the white radish squatted and the pink radish squatted, and the pink radish was in a trance, eliminated! !

She "blame" all this on Zhu Yun's head: "If I didn't look at you, I would be the pot of Clivia."

"If you like it, I'll give it to you."

"What do I like and what do you give?"

She smiled slyly.

He knew there was a trap, but he jumped into it without hesitation: "En."

"Okay, then send me a letter of divorce."

Long Aohan was startled, his eyes tightened slightly, his black eyes fell into Meng Baiyun's, as if he was looking for something.

Meng Baiyun looked up at him coquettishly: "Is it okay?"

"White……"

"Hush, call me Xia Qing."

He's not a fool, how come he forgot the false name they agreed on.

And why does his eyes look a little strange, and his body is a little stiff.

Shouldn't he be happy to hear her say that?
Or, in fact, he is no different from King Jin, he just wants to play with her.

(End of this chapter)