Chapter 833： Backlash

Early the next morning.

Oriental family.

In the warm room upstairs.

On a luxurious big bed, Wen Rumeng leaned on the arm of the master of the East, Dongfang Zhenhua, sleeping soundly.

Not long after, Wen Rumeng was awakened by the nightmare, suddenly opened his eyes and sat up from the bed.

At this moment, she was sweating profusely, and her hair was stained with cold sweat on her face.

Dongfang Zhenhua in his sleep felt the movement beside him, opened his eyes in a daze, and looked at Wen Rumeng who was sitting up and said: "Rumeng, what's wrong, it's still early, why don't you sleep for a while?"

When speaking, Dongfang Zhenhua had already got up.

He clasped Wen Rumeng's waist skillfully with his palm, and began to be dishonest.

Now, Wen Rumeng not only looks young and beautiful, but also has delicate and smooth skin. Dongfang Zhenhua can't put it down.

Dongfang Zhenhua is a few years younger than Wen Rumeng, only less than fifty this year.

He is in good health, still full of energy.

Today's Wen Rumeng, he has no resistance.

No, my heart agitated as soon as I got up.

But at this time, Wen Rumeng's face was a bit ugly.

After all, she is getting older, all night and night, her body is obviously weak.

Feeling the temperature on Dongfang Zhenhua's body gradually scorching hot, Wen Rumeng hurriedly stopped him.

"Zhenhua, I'm a little tired, at night, at night..."

Before she finished speaking, Dongfang Zhenhua hugged her strongly.

His strength was so strong that Wen Rumeng's brows wrinkled, and he obviously felt that his waist was folded.

But she resisted the pain in her waist and did not shout.

"Zhenhua, I'm really tired."

Dongfang Zhenhua stopped listening to Wen Rumeng's slightly hoarse voice.

He looked at Wen Rumeng's face carefully, but his brows gradually wrung.

"Rumeng, you, why do you have gray hair?"

Wen Rumeng obviously had a few strands of white hair because of the sweat on the hair on her face.

Dongfang Zhenhua's suspicious look made Wen Rumeng's heart jerk.

Why does she have white hair?

At this moment, she didn't know where she was, and pushed Dongfang Zhenhua away, and got into the bathroom.

Facing the mirror in the bathroom, she suddenly discovered that many white hairs had grown on her head overnight!

Wen Rumeng grew up in horror, and was stunned for a long time.

How can this be?

How could she give birth to so many gray hairs after taking care of it so well?

Outside the washroom.

Dongfang Zhenhua worried about Wen Rumeng, and cried out with concern: "Rumeng, what's the matter with you?"

She hurriedly replied: "It's nothing, Zhenhua, I'm in a hurry to go to the bathroom, it's okay."

Dongfang Zhenhua heaved a sigh of relief at the door when he heard this, and said to Wen Rumeng through the door: "It's just a few white hairs, Rumeng, don't care too much. It's normal for our age to have a little gray hair. "

After a few seconds of silence in the bathroom, Wen Rumeng's voice came in response to him.

"I see, you can get up and go to the company."

Wen Rumeng cautiously opened the bathroom door until he heard nothing outside.

Dongfang Zhenhua has gone out.

Wen Rumeng sat back on the dressing table and looked at herself in the mirror.

Not only did she have more white hair on her head, but also wrinkles appeared on the corners of her eyes!

She was frightened as if struck by lightning.

Thinking of Dongfang Zhenhua's weird eyes when she saw her with gray hair just now, she felt very flustered.

She could even imagine what Dongfang Zhenhua would look like if she was too old to see it.

She hugged her head, a little broken.

Yesterday she looked like a girl in her twenties, but today she is more than ten years old.

She couldn't accept such a big contrast.

When he was at a loss, there was a knock on the door.

"Mother, are you there? Yiyi asked me to bring you some beauty soup."

Wen Rumeng heard Dongfang Wan's voice, got up almost for a second, and quickly opened the door.

Dongfang Wan stood at the door with a bowl of weirdly colored ginseng soup.

Just about to speak, Wen Rumeng quickly grabbed the bowl of soup and drank it in one fell swoop.

After drinking, she sat in front of the makeup mirror for a long time.

Dongfang Wan stepped forward and cared: "Mother, what's the matter with you? Why did you give birth to some gray hair?"

When Dongfang Wan was about to touch the white hair on Wen Rumeng's head, she was pushed away by Wen Rumeng's disgust.

"Wanwan, why are you, why didn't Yiyi come and bring me soup in person?"

"Mother, Yiyi is the princess of country Y, how can he do these subordinate tasks, so I specially help her to give you this soup."

Only then did Wen Rumeng slow down, looking in the mirror and seeing that the hair on his head has improved a lot, and his mood slowly calmed down.

Her eyes fell on Dongfang Wan, and she frowned suddenly.

"You also know that your sister is the princess of country Y, and her status is respected, so look at you again.

Wanwan, it’s not your mother who said you, what good pianist and designer do you work hard to test every day?

We women, marrying a good family is the most important thing. Look at me and look at your sister. This is a vivid example!

You have worked hard for so many years and have won a bunch of certificate prizes. What's the point? When outsiders talk about my Dongfang family, don’t they just talk about your sister? "

Speaking of Dongfangyi, Wen Rumeng's face is full of relief.

Dongfangyi is the princess of the eldest son of the king of Y, and his status is not comparable to that of ordinary nobles.

Dongfang Wan lowered her eyes and was so frustrated by her mother's denial.

But she insisted: "Mother, I have my own ideas."

Wen Ru dreamed that she was stubborn and had a headache.

"Since you don't listen to me, just give me out, and I will be upset when I see you!"

"Yes, mother."

Dongfang Wan took a deep look at Wen Rumeng, and after only a promise, she strode out of the room.

Wen Rumeng looked in the mirror and looked at the gray hair that was much better. He sighed with relief, and said with emotion: "It's still a good thing for my family to have such a good thing. Is my biological daughter useless after all."

At the door, Dongfang Wan listened to Wen Rumeng's heart-wrenching words, her eyes lonely, since she was stained with a gloomy color.

"Sister, what are you doing here?"

A sweet voice came from across from Dongfang Wan.

As soon as she looked up, she saw a woman standing in the doorway wearing a beige dress with wide straps and high heels.

Her ears, neck, and wrists are all made of precious pearls and diamonds.

This woman is about 20 years old, with a standard face with melon seeds, fine features, and innocent looks. She is a symbol of beauty.

Especially the water-like eyes, with a good charm, which seems to be able to attract people.

Dongfang Wanying smiled, and stepped forward to give Dongfang a very standard courtesy, shouting: "Wang Hao."

Dongfang Yi stepped forward and held Dongfang Wan's hand, and smiled without any pretensions.

"Eldest sister, what are we two sisters being polite about? By the way, did you send the soup I asked my servant to cook just now? Isn't my mother very happy?"