Chapter 11 It's not that you don't want to, but you can't

She sat on the bed and glanced out the window, the sun was just right.

But in this early summer sun, she didn't feel a trace of warmth, put her hands around her knees, looked out the window and winked, and the corners of her lips pulled out a wry smile.

In her previous life, she felt quite happy.

In another life, many things can be seen more clearly and thoroughly, but it is also more unfortunate.

The home she thought was not her home, and even her biological mother was calculating her.

Yezi sighed and closed her eyes, she listened to her indifferent voice ringing in her ears, "Madame, will you let me go down too?" ”

The subordinate outside the door hesitated for a moment, and responded, "Madame and guests are waiting for you downstairs, Second Miss, hurry up." ”

Everyone is waiting for her to make a fool of herself.

Even her biological mother was the same.

Her eyes were a little red, and her delicate little face smiled silently and bitterly, and when she raised her face, the warmth and mist under her eyes were replaced by coldness.

"Wait, I'll wash my face."

She got out of bed, walked over to the desk, took out the notice, tucked it into her little dress, and turned to go to the bathroom.

Outside the door, the servants waited anxiously.

Of course, she understood what the lord and the lady meant, and the more she grinded, the more angry the downstairs burned later.

The servant knocked on the door again, and was about to speak, when the door opened.

She opened her mouth and her eyes widened in shock, and she stammered, "Two, second miss?" ”

He glanced at her at night, hummed, and walked towards the staircase without looking back.

The servant was stunned for a moment, and ran to the front in disbelief.

At night, she stepped on the narrow heels, walked slowly, and when the servant turned the corner, she quickly took out the notice from the gown, stuffed it behind the fire hydrant box, and then followed casually.

The long hair fell down, the end of the long black and thick hair curled up in large curls, and the delicate face with a little powder, except for the pair of upturned brown peach blossom eyes, revealing the cunning of success.

At the corner of the second floor, the man took everything into his eyes, his eyes narrowed slightly, and Cen Liang's thin lips hooked.

"How long do you want everyone to wait for you at night?" A deep voice rang out in the second-floor hallway.

When he looked up at night, his panicked look crashed into the man's eyes.

She stared at Bo Yanyan's face, his inky eyes, trying to see if he had seen her hiding the notice.

The man didn't wait for her to see clearly, grabbed her narrow waist and walked up the stairs. The crisp breath of a man surrounded her.

Yezi stroked a handful of messy hair on his forehead, tucked it behind his ears, looked at Bo Yan with a side face, his good-looking eyebrows wrinkled silently, and his voice was obviously cold, "Bo Gongzi, are you planning to harm me?" ”

The man held the woman in his arms, looked at her condescendingly, and said lightly with low eyes, "Wasn't the notice hidden by you?" Or are you going to let me say it in public? ”

"No way!" After she finished speaking, she regretted it.

"No way?" Bo Chuyan raised his eyebrows, watching the girl quickly lower her face, her eyes narrowed slightly.

It's not that you don't, it's that you can't.

A strong commanding tone.