newbobooks Chapter 122 The Cold-blooded Supervisor of the East Factory vs. the Vicious Aunt in the Deep Palace
Chapter 122 The Cold-blooded Supervisor of the East Factory vs. the Vicious Aunt in the Deep Palace
Yingsi did not let him down and lifted her skirt to keep up with him.
He stopped suddenly in front of the carriage. Yingsi stuck her head out from behind him and blinked.
"what happened?"
He hesitated for a moment and stretched out his hand.
Yingsi stared at the hand for a moment, then suddenly her eyes widened in realization, her tone full of regret:
"It's my fault, it's my fault. How can I let an adult get in the car by himself? Come, let me help you."
As she spoke, she had already grabbed his arms with both hands and was about to pull him up.
Unexpectedly, Wei Xuanzhi glanced at her sideways, and in the blink of an eye, the black sleeves slipped out from under her hands, and then he put his arms around her waist and threw her into the carriage.
Yingsi was stunned for a second before she realized where his anger came from. He finally wanted to be a gentleman for once, but she misunderstood him. How could she not be angry?
This is not the typical type of employee who turns the table when his boss serves food or falls asleep during meetings.
Then he leaped lightly over her and stooped into the carriage.
Yingsi lowered her head and glanced at him quietly, not daring to sit next to him. She just leaned close to the car window and hugged herself tightly, fearing that she would get into bad luck in the car and then it would be too late to run away.
The factory servant, who was dressed as the coachman, patted the horse's butt, and the carriage drove out smoothly.
The space inside the car was not too small, but Yingsi felt inexplicably cramped. Wei Xuanzhi's cold aura occupied almost every corner, forcing Yingsi to move her butt again and again.
Then, I don't know if the "coachman" outside did it on purpose, but the wheels ran over something unknown, causing it to shake violently. Yingsi was already sitting on only half of her buttocks, and she subconsciously leaned to the side due to the sudden shake.
Feeling a chill on her wrist, Yingsi steadied herself before looking.
Wei Xuanzhi was looking at her with an ambiguous look in his eyes, and a few bony fingers were holding up her wrist with some force to prevent her from getting even more embarrassed.
The bright white moonlight crept in through the cracks in the window, dizzying the carriage and refracting onto the jade crown on his head, making it look like a halo.
The eyelids below the halo were half-closed, and the long eyelashes covered the dim light in the eyes.
Yingsi quickly pulled her hand back and said in panic, "Thank you for your help, sir."
She seemed to remain calm, but her darting eyes betrayed her thoughts. She was afraid of him, not because of physical fear, but because she was afraid that he would dislike her.
In other words, this is a kind of flattery, an inexplicable deliberate approach.
He looked at his empty palms and remained silent.
Then, he raised his eyes and glanced at the strand of black hair that had fallen on her temples after the violent shaking, which looked a little unruly at first glance.
In the palace, one must always dress appropriately, and one's hair must never be let down, but this strand of hair was surprisingly suitable today.
He had seen her hair loose. The first time was when he broke into her bedroom and a black mist floated on the water in panic. After getting wet, a few strands of hair stuck to her cheeks obediently, like driftwood that found its home in the vast ocean.
Later, that night when the murder was committed and blood was splattered, she gritted her teeth and tried hard to find a way to survive. Her already messy hair fell mostly on her shoulders, and when the wind blew, it was able to easily cover her frightened face.
Today's ray seems not enough.
As if he had made some decision, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and he did not retract his hand that was fixed in the air, but turned to her hair.
Two fingertips easily removed the hairpin that was fixed behind her head, and then her black hair fell like a waterfall.
She still looked back in surprise, and at this moment a gust of night wind blew in from outside the car curtain, startling her scattered hair, lifting up the few strands hanging by her side, and just falling into the palm of his hand which he had not yet had time to retract.
Both her hair and her hair were in his palms, twirling in the wind, unable to bear their separation.
"grown ups?"
Wei Xuanzhi held her hair and refused to let go, and Yingsi couldn't help but remind him.
As if waking up from a dream, he still pretended to be calm and withdrew his hand, but he did not intend to return the hairpin, which went directly into his sleeve.
After a moment of silence, he looked ahead and said solemnly, "I am taking you there to seduce someone, not to marry you."
Yingsi turned around and touched her loose hair, frowning to express dissatisfaction: "You are not a man, how do you know that I am not seductive like that? I have been doing this for an hour."
"..."
The atmosphere that had just eased suddenly dropped to freezing point.
Yingsi immediately realized something was wrong. Eunuchs also have dignity. How could she be so rude?
Glancing at Wei Xuanzhi, whose jaw suddenly bulged out, she smiled awkwardly:
"You know, sir, that's not what I meant. What I meant was that although we are sisters, I am more experienced than you in dressing up. After all, I have worked in the palace for many years..."
To prove her point, she smoothed her hair, moved closer to him, and winked at him in a coquettish way.
"Look, sir, this really has no lethality at all. Men's aesthetics are different from ours."
Wei Xuanzhi took a deep breath and glanced sideways, meeting a pair of upturned eyes. There was a faint crimson under the eyelids, and further below, two red lips slightly parted, revealing half of the white teeth as if reluctantly.
He pursed his lips again and again, and finally raised his hand to push her away.
"Didn't anyone tell you that you can't get this close to a man when you're alone with him?"
She looked at him thoughtfully for a few seconds, then suddenly smiled: "Yes, but adults are different. Adults are not..."
He finally couldn't contain the anger in his heart, closed his eyes and said coldly:
"If you say another word, I will tear your mouth apart."
After following him for a few days, she could probably figure out the truth in his words.
For example, at this moment, if she said one more word, he might really tear her mouth apart.
So she shut her mouth obediently, and labeled him in her mind as not a man but still having a strong self-esteem that a man should have.
The carriage finally stopped.
The driver shouted, "It's Zuichunchao time."
Yingsi then raised her eyes to look at the man beside her who had been closing his eyes in deep thought since a while ago.
Fortunately, he opened his eyes consciously without her reminder, and lifted the curtain and stepped out of the carriage as if nothing had happened.
Yingsi raised her eyebrows, she was really angry.
She sighed, then lifted her skirt and opened the curtain.
However, when she looked up again, he was still standing beside the carriage with his hand outstretched, but this time his back was facing her, just like an angry mother who had to call her to eat.
Yingsi secretly curled her lips, but still took his hand to give him face, and used it to step down from the carriage.
If you say you want to act, then you have to act well.
Wei Xuanzhi glanced at him slightly, and Yingsi raised her hand to hug his arm, and moved her body closer to him.
Thinking of something, she suddenly asked, "Sir, what should I call you here?"
He lowered his eyes and spoke softly.
"Gu Huaian."
Yingsi was stunned.
Gu Huaian, this was his name at home when he was young.
He didn't forget, does that mean he still cares about the Gu family, or maybe it's just...
"He is a low-ranking flower-stealing thief from Lianzhou. If we catch him, he won't arouse suspicion."
He quickly gave a perfect reason.
Yingsi felt a little unpredictable again.