Chapter 6409

However, whenever she was drunk with alcohol and faced a man who was similar to him, she really couldn't help it.

At this time, the carriage came, and Meng Huo picked her up and got on the carriage. Without waiting for Zhao Xiang, he said to her, "If you want to eat mutton, we can roast it when we go home."

Ping An didn't speak, just leaned quietly in his arms, and soon fell asleep.

When Zhao Xiang took the meat out, the carriage was already far away. He simply stuffed the mutton into his mouth and chewed it hard.

I really don’t know what happened to this girl, how she dared to do such a thing to her uncle.

He knew about his uncle. He was a god-like existence. Who wouldn't be afraid of him?

She was not afraid at all.

It was like hell.

When Zhao Xiang went back, Meng Yi was still drinking. Looking at the mutton he brought back, he didn't ask any questions and just drank by himself.

"Uncle, what happened to your agreement? Did you really admit the wrong person? How old is this girl? Who can you have such deep feelings for?"

Zhao Xiang felt that unless it was with his biological father, it would be too young for her to fall in love at her age.

"How do I know? I'm not her. I have to leave tomorrow. Let's go back early." Meng Yi said, picking up another jar of wine and continuing to drink.

"Oh, okay, uncle, you should rest early, I'll go back first." Zhao Xiang put the meat down, turned and left.

In fact, under normal circumstances, he really didn't dare to get along with this uncle. He was too cold and there was always an evil spirit about him that seemed to be absent.

Meng Yi was the only one left in the tent. He put down his wine glass and picked up his chopsticks to eat the mutton that Zhao Xiang had just cut. He directly picked up the wine jar and opened his mouth to pour it into his mouth. Some of the wine flowed down his chin. It flowed into the clothes.

His eyes were a little hollow, as if there was nothing in them, and yet he seemed to have everything.

Meng Huo directly brought Ping An to his house. He personally wiped her hands and feet with a towel and took off her coat. Ping An's face was red because of drinking, and she looked particularly cute.

Meng Huo suddenly felt the urge to get her.

Is it true that as long as he gets her, they can be together forever and she won't think about other men anymore?

When Meng Huo thought of this, he suddenly turned over and pressed her down, kissing her lips.

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When Ping An woke up, it was already broad daylight. She had a headache. She stood up and looked at the unfamiliar environment, but she wasn't too nervous.

Because she remembered that she was taken away by Meng Huo yesterday, and this place was probably his residence.

When Ping An stood up, someone pushed the door open and came in. Shui'er walked in from the outside and said, "Miss, you're awake, how do you feel? The Eighth Prince specially asked me to be taken from the house to serve you."

"Oh, get me some water, I'm thirsty." Ping An rubbed his temples and asked, "What time is it now?"

"It's almost noon."

"...Has King Yi's team been sent out?"

"I have been gone for more than an hour. The Eighth Prince went to see me off. He should be back soon. The prince said he would come back to have lunch with you."

"Oh, okay, I need to wash up, you go get ready." Ping An didn't want to talk anymore.

Now that they were gone, she could only hope for their triumphant return.

When Ping An finished washing, Meng Huo happened to come back. When he saw her, he had a gentle smile on his face.

"Are you awake? Are you hungry? You can eat soon." Meng Huo came over and pulled her to sit down.