He leaned closer, leaned against the root of Rong Qiao's ear and blew hot air, "Seventeen, is this another new thing you designed?" His slender and clean fingers picked up a strand of green silk in front of her sideburns and played with it around her fingers.

"May I ask what this thing does?"

Rong Qiao turned his head and glared at his eyes with a wicked smile.

"Anyway, it's not for you, and besides, it's my mother's idea." She bit the word hard.

Gong Huang Jue smiled comfortably, his slender and smooth fingers brushed her smooth and delicate cheeks as gently as feathers, paused for a moment, and rubbed carefully.

The slightly rough touch, touching her cheeks, there was a tickling feeling like ants crawling, and there was a strange air flow in the space, so that the breath in the carriage was not spacious, and the breath gradually began to be unsmooth, and the mood was a little inexplicably irritable.

Involuntarily, Rong Qiao moved his body slightly, wanting to stay away from Gong Huangjue for a distance.

However, when she was far away from an inch, Gong Huangjue seemed to be deliberate, he deliberately approached two inches, and in the end, Rong Qiao's body was almost close to the car, and Gong Huangjue was tightly leaning on her body.

"Hey, cold-faced man, there's so much space in the carriage, you won't sit in it. I warn you, if you do this again, I'd better have a carriage with Huangrui. ”

Rong Qiao muttered the corners of his mouth in displeasure, and a pair of heroic eyebrows were raised high.

Gong Huangjue's cold lips twitched slightly, he stared at Rong Qiao playfully, his deep eyes gradually drifted with a faint mist, and he couldn't see his eyes clearly.

"Huang Rui has already set off, he has his things to do, we have our things to do, not in one place."

Uh-

"And just the two of us all the way?"

Rong Qiao suddenly had a bad feeling.

But Gong Huangjue didn't care what she was thinking at this time, at this moment he ignored her warning, and pulled Rong Qiao into his arms with a strong attitude, and he hung all the weight of his whole person on Rong Qiao's body.

"Hey, I said cold-faced man, don't go too far, I said you-"

Rong Qiao turned his head in annoyance, trying to push his body away with both hands, but stopped when his eyes met his sleeping face with his eyes closed.

"Hey, cold-faced man, hey, Gong Huangjue, hey—" She called softly beside her, stretched out her hand, and shook it in front of his eyes. But he didn't react, as if he was really asleep, and he didn't say a word for the rest of his life, and fell heavily on her body.

Rong Qiao looked at his thick eyebrows and slightly locked, he was wearing a crescent moon mask even in his sleep, and for some reason, his heart suddenly softened.

Alas-

She sighed softly. I didn't expect this guy to say sleep and sleep, without any warning.

This is too fast, she stared at him depressedly as she slumbered, and a faint smile flowed from the corners of her mouth, as if she was very comfortable.

Alas-

She sighed again, did she owe this man any debt in her previous life, making him eat her in this life, it was really a big death.

Rong Qiao was indignant in his heart, but he raised his hand but slowed down his movements, gently flattened his body, and rested his head quietly on her knees.

Shifting her gaze to the package, she reached out and laboriously pulled through one, pulling out a pale blue gown from it and draping it over his body.

Then she carefully removed the crescent mask from his face and set it aside.

Clear eyes met his slightly pale half of his cheeks, looking at the lifelike snow wolf totem, his heart moved inexplicably, and his fingers stretched out, slowly crossing the traces on his totem.

Hmmm-

Gong Huangjue, who was lying on his knees, suddenly turned over and let out a thin dream sound, which frightened Rong Qiao and quickly withdrew his fingers, not daring to make any more movements.

Gong Huangjue didn't wake up, he turned over, found a comfortable position, rubbed on her knees for a while and continued to sleep peacefully.

Rong Qiao patted his chest and let out a long sigh of relief.

It's a good thing that this guy didn't come to his senses, otherwise, she would really have found a hole in the ground to get into his wicked deep eyes.

Looking at the silhouette lying on her lap, Rong Qiao pursed the corners of her mouth, squeezed a grimace, and then leaned on the plank of the carriage boredly, wrenching her fingers, and playing happily.

I don't know how long it took, the bumps of the carriage moving slowly, trembling and trembling, Rong Qiao's eyelids couldn't help but start fighting, she raised her hand and couldn't help yawning, then leaned against the board and slowly closed her eyes, and fell asleep.

And after she fell asleep, Ben An lay on her lap Gong Huang Jue, his deep and cold eyes opened in vain.

He got up lightly and sat up, his eyes smiling as he turned to the sleeping Rong Qiao.

His gaze moved slightly, looking at the pale blue robe that had slipped down under him, and a soothing smile hung faintly on the corner of his lips.

He gently wrapped his hands and hugged her body, slowly lying down, and then learning Rong Qiao's movements, resting her head on his knees.

The same pale blue gown was draped over her.

Cleanly trimmed fingers, caressing her rosy cheeks, caressing, caressing—he stared at her sleeping face, his eyebrows moving suddenly, and a soft kiss fell on her smooth forehead.

Looking up, his eyebrows and eyes were gentle, staring at her pretty face, deep and cold eyes, blooming with the warmth of the sun.

Seventeen, in this life, this king will not let go, you have to let me walk in yours as soon as possible.

He pointed a finger to her heart, looking confident and flying.

When Rong Qiao woke up, she found that she was no longer in the carriage. She opened her eyes and sat up, her eyes swept her surroundings lightly, and she found herself in an elegant and chic room.

"Squeak", the door was gently pushed open, and a handsome young man about fourteen or fifteen years old came in with a meal.

"Madame, are you awake?"

Rong Qiao didn't say anything, just nodded, and a puzzled look fell on his clean face.

The young man seemed to understand, and he said gently and politely: "Madam, this is the palace family's villa in Suzhou, the prince went out to run errands, and when he left, he told his subordinates to tell his wife, and he will be back soon." ”

He placed the small dishes on the plate one by one on the table of the Eight Immortals, and after putting it down, he hugged the tray in his arms and said: "The prince said that you must be hungry when you wake up, this is the prince who ordered the kitchen to make a few small dishes for the lady, please taste it slowly, and the subordinates retired." If there is something to order, the lady can pull the rattle on the side of the collapse, and once the subordinates hear the bell, they will rush to it. His voice fell, and he bowed and withdrew.

Rong Qiao glanced at the dishes on the table of the Eight Immortals, four dishes and one soup, which were sweet and sour pork ribs, hot and sour catfish, fungus cabbage, celery and shrimp, and tomato egg drop soup.

I can't see that the cold-faced man has such a careful side, she slept peacefully in the carriage, and he must have carried her to this Suzhou Villa. Thinking of this, inexplicably, a faint smile floated the corners of her lips.

She got up and went to bed, wiped her face indiscriminately, rinsed her mouth with hot tea, cleared the dry taste, and then sat down at the dining table, lifted her chopsticks, and began to eat.

After about a quarter of a pillar of incense, Rong Qiao finished her meal, she got up and opened the blue smoke and ink screen, pushed open the two windows, and let the cool breeze of Xi Xi rush into the small window, expelling her hazy sleepiness.

Looking into the distance from the window sill, the street, people come and go, bustling, and the noisy sound, through the distance, can still vaguely reach her ears.

She looked at the shops lining the streets, the hawkers, and the crowds of people in pairs of threes and threes stopping in front of the shops to bargain or pick up objects to admire, and a special joy floated in her heart.

She felt that the world was the world she could fit into, where everyone's demeanor and everyone's movements were so familiar to her that she knew them almost without having to communicate anything.

Turning around, her eyebrows flowed naturally and heroically, her hands pushed the door hard, she strode out, smiling out of the Suzhou Villa, like a wild horse, galloping in the bustling and noisy ancient street.

In her eyes, she saw those fresh objects, not a surprise of appreciation, but a glitter of gold, and she knew that once she stepped here, her new business opportunities would begin here.

Driving-driving-driving-

She kept fantasizing about the great blueprint of her dreams, so distracted that she forgot that the dust was flying behind her, the sound of horses' hooves, and a gorgeous and delicate carriage came to her.

The crowd on both sides looked at everything in front of them in amazement, they forgot to call, they forgot to be frightened, they just stood stunned, watching the carriage crash towards Rong Qiao.

The danger was approaching, instinctive reaction, as the horses raised their heads and neighed, Rong Qiao suddenly turned back, she looked at the two tall horses less than three centimeters away from her position, and the light of astonishment swept over her eyes.

But at the last moment, her body's instinctive reaction exceeded her brain's response, and her hands and feet were like electricity, as agile as a leopard in the night, and she quickly lay down flat, and her body slid straight past the carriage chassis.

The people around exclaimed, they all turned their faces, not wanting to see Rong Qiao's tragic death.

But when she opened her eyes, she found that Rong Qiao got up from the dust, except for the soot covered in her body, she was safe and sound, and there was no blood splashed on the spot.

Rub –

The horses passed by Rong Qiao's stimulation, and their emotions were unstable, which caused the carriage to bump.

Suddenly, a powerful force penetrated through the carriage, and the pressure of the descent from the height directly suppressed the irritability of the horses, forcing them to quiet down and stop their frantic steps.

When everything turned into tranquility, the roller shutters of the carriage were gently rolled up, and the exposed hands, slender and soft, shone like snow jade in the sun, and on the back of the hands, the veins were clear, and the blue lines were faint.

"What's wrong?" Lang Lang's timbre is slightly dissatisfied, but it is a beautiful sound.

Rong Qiao, who almost went to the Yama Hall to report, patted the dust, originally planned to consider himself unlucky, and waved his sleeves away. But she stiffened when she heard the familiar voice that had haunted her dreams countless times, and all the expressions on her face froze.