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    Wang Baoyu understood what Cheng Xueman wanted to express, but pretended not to understand and interrupted: "Xueman, have you been in contact with Lu Yuntian recently?"

    "Yes, this kid is really funny. He always does a lot of funny things. A few days ago, I was playing hide-and-seek with my girlfriend, and ended up touching my nose against the wall and losing a large piece of skin. I didn't dare to go out."  Cheng Xueman said without hiding anything.

    Haha, Wang Baoyu finally laughed out loud. Cheng Xueman charmingly nodded Wang Baoyu's forehead and said, "Baoyu, you look beautiful when you smile. You are so young and sunny, but when you frown, you look like a little old man."

    "There's nothing happy about it, Sherman, do you still write a blog?" Wang Baoyu asked.

    "Oh, you also know that I have a blog." Cheng Xueman said in surprise.

    "I heard what Tian Ying said and took a look." Wang Baoyu said.

    "What do you think of my blog?" Cheng Xueman raised his face, eyes full of anticipation.

    "It's very good, very touching, but there are too many sad things in it. You can't imitate Lin Daiyu in life. If you want to imitate, just imitate others." Wang Baoyu said.

    "Xiren is just a maid, what's so good about her?" Cheng Xueman said puzzled.

    "Xi Ren had no illusions about Jia Baoyu and was willing to sacrifice, so he finally got a good home. Instead, Xue Baochai and Lin Daiyu fought for it. One died of illness early and the other lamented in vain." Wang Baoyu hinted.

    Cheng Xueman¡¯s face felt sad for a while, and she went into the bathroom without saying anything. After a long time, she walked out wearing pajamas as thin as cicada wings, and asked Wang Baoyu to take a bath too.

    It was time to sober up. Wang Baoyu walked into the bathroom, only to find that there was already a set of high-end men's pajamas inside. It was very new and looked like no one had used it. When he held it in his hand, he smelled a good smell of laundry detergent.  It should be washed.

    Taking off his clothes and letting the water wash away, Wang Baoyu thought of the scene between himself and Feng Chunling in the bathroom. He felt sad and couldn't suppress the emotion, so he started crying in the bathroom. The tears were accompanied by the water, not knowing how lonely he was.  Where to flow.

    After venting his emotions, Wang Baoyu came out wearing new pajamas. His mental state was much better. Cheng Xueman was sitting on the sofa painting red nails on his feet. Wang Baoyu didn't understand this. It was winter and he couldn't wear sandals.  Who are you showing the red nails to?

    "Baoyu, why do you wash for so long? Are you not afraid of catching a cold?" Cheng Xueman said angrily.

    "I was so busy during this period that I didn't bother to rub the mud properly. I just washed it carefully, and after a little rubbing, the mud fell out." Wang Baoyu laughed happily.

    "That's disgusting. Don't block the water pipes in my house. Haha, look, is it beautiful?" Cheng Xueman raised her toes and tickled Wang Baoyu.

    "Beautiful." Wang Baoyu said casually, yawned and walked into the room, falling on the bed.

    "Baoyu, why don't you have any interest at all?" Cheng Xueman muttered as he chased into the house and got into bed.

    "Go to sleep, dreams are warmer than reality." Wang Baoyu said, turned around and threw a back to Cheng Xueman.

    "Baoyu, with you in this room, I feel not alone."

    "Hey, how big a house is this, so you are so afraid of being alone, you are not suitable for living in a big villa." Wang Baoyu joked.

    Cheng Xueman was indeed unhappy and said, "That's different. It's different from the size of the house. Baoyu, I really like the layout of your villa. I can look at the stars and the moon on the open-air balcony at night, how beautiful it is."

    Wang Baoyu said vaguely: "What a fart, you will be completely frozen in ten minutes, so go to bed quickly."

    "Alas, Cheng Xueman sighed, and lay leaning against Wang Baoyu, still caressing Wang Baoyu's hair dishonestly with one hand. After a while, Wang Baoyu's snoring could be heard.

    "What an enemy." Cheng Xueman said to himself, turned around and hugged Wang Baoyu tightly, and fell asleep at some point.

    In fact, Wang Baoyu didn't sleep at all, and couldn't sleep at all. Hearing Cheng Xueman's slight snoring, he looked at the dark room with his eyes wide open, and couldn't help thinking about Feng Chunling in the distance.

    How could this be the result? But what¡¯s wrong with Feng Chunling¡¯s marriage? From her point of view, she would definitely not choose the wrong person. Hey, I only blame myself for not cherishing it at the beginning and deeply hurting Feng Chunling. It¡¯s retribution. Wang Baoyu regrets it.  Modie, even though Cheng Xueman, the nephrite-scented man, was nestling behind him, it was obvious that all of this had completely lost its appeal to him.

    His body was getting colder and colder. Wang Baoyu felt as if he was on top of a snow mountain. Under his eyes, it was empty. Suddenly, Feng Chunling appeared on the side of the snow mountain with a smile. Wang Baoyu hurried over and hugged her tightly.  Feng Chunling shouted: "You can't marry anyone else, I've been waiting for you."

    Feng Chunling alsoShe hugged Wang Baoyu tightly and kept shouting. Although she was close at hand, Wang Baoyu couldn't hear what she was saying.

    Wang Baoyu shouted: "Chunling, what are you saying, I can't hear clearly. Don't get married, okay, don't get married."

    "Baoyu, Baoyu, I won't marry." A voice came, and Wang Baoyu opened his eyes in confusion. It was Cheng Xueman lying on top of him, agreeing with a blushing face.

    "No." Wang Baoyu shouted and pushed her away, but fainted.

    When Wang Baoyu opened his eyes again, he found himself lying on a hospital bed with a hanging bottle. His mother Liu Yuling and sister Wang Linlin were looking at him anxiously.

    "Brother, what did you do? The fever is over 40 degrees. Is there something wrong with the body's immune system?" Wang Linlin complained.

    "You think it's easy to be in charge of such a large group. Just like you, you spend three days fishing and two days drying nets. Son, relax. Mom believes you can manage it well." Lucy Liu said understandingly.

    "How did I get here?" Wang Baoyu said still confused.

    "It's not Cheng Xueman, that flirtatious fox, who sent you here. Why did you get involved with her again? Are all the women in the world dead?" Wang Linlin said very dissatisfied.

    "We don't have anything." Wang Baoyu prevaricated.

    "Don't mind your brother's business. I think Cheng Xueman is not bad. Looking at her like this, she is crying like a tearful person." Liu Yuling said.

    "Humph, she can act. Mom, don't be fooled by her appearance."

    "That's not true. I just feel that the child seems to have a lot of things on his mind, and he probably has a hard time." Lucy Liu said.

    "It's all a shame." Wang Linlin snorted.

    "Don't talk about her anymore." Wang Baoyu frowned and waved her hands, asking Cheng Xueman to be sent to the hospital. She really felt a little inexplicable.

    Wang Baoyu stayed in the hospital for three full days, and naturally many people came to visit him. After Qiao Weiye went down, Dai Meng naturally became the new municipal party committee secretary. No, Mayor Ruan sent her to visit Wang Baoyu,  This face is really big enough.

    "Husband, you have to take care of yourself. You haven't spent so much money yet." Dai Meng said with a smile.
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