The streets are full of people.

The sound of shouting, bargaining, and the sound of children playing in the ears were endless, Yun Qiange leaned his hand on the side of the car window and listened to the noise in his ears, and gradually sank into the dream.

She was so tired these days, and she slept very heavily because of the detoxification.

When she woke up, she found that she was covered in a thick snow-white blanket, and a man in a splendid white robe was looking out of the window of the carriage looking out of the street outside.

Wan Qi Haoyu's side face is very beautiful, like the most outstanding work carved by God, not very rigid and not too soft, clear and cold just right, such a cold and handsome person, but his eyes are empty, and he doesn't know what he is thinking.

His smooth, satin-black hair was tightly tied up with a lotus-shaped jade crown, and the long strands of hair were silky on his shoulders and behind him.

"Wan Qi Haoyu, you still have a face." Yun Qiange raised her eyebrows coldly, although it was only a faint speech, it was not difficult to hear that there was a trace of anger hidden in her seemingly emotionless words, and even an elusive cold light quickly flashed in the woman's quiet eyes.

The sunlight refracted a faint brilliance for Wan Qi Haoyu, Wan Qi Haoyu heard the woman's voice and came back from his stunned, he turned his head The pair of cold eyes seemed to have a tender light smoke faintly, he leaned towards her, Yun Qiange frowned and shrank to the corner of the carriage, the silver needle in his sleeve had been taken out, and it was clamped on his fingertips to exude a cold light.

She looked at him coldly, if he dared to do anything to her, don't blame her for being ruthless this time and ruining his life!

The man's body stopped when he was still two fists away from her, and reached out to her.

Yun Qiange's fingers holding the silver needle tightened, and just as she was about to make a move, the white sleeve robe covered her face with a scent of ink bamboo, she raised her head, and saw the man's white and cold chin, as well as the neck that was as smooth as jade.

The crystal jade fingertips took a fallen leaf from her hair, and then put the leaf on the table, just a simple action but there is an amazing taste, there is a kind of person in this world, even his actions and behaviors are cold and indifferent like a noble art.

When Wan Qi Haoyu looked at the silver needle held in Yun Qian's singer, his cold eyes were a little injured, the corners of his mouth gradually hooked a little arc, and he explained to her with a wry smile: "Princess, I won't hurt you." As soon as I heard the news of your return home, when I came out to greet the princess, the princess was already asleep, so I took it upon myself to wave away all the people who greeted you, so that you could have a good rest. ”

Seeing that she stared at him coldly and didn't speak, the fingers in Wan Qi Haoyu's sleeves trembled slightly, he turned his head sideways and didn't look at her, but turned his eyes to look at the sky outside the car window that had gradually darkened, and was a little concerned: "I wanted to hold you in, but I was afraid that you would be angry, so I ......"

Since that incident, her attitude towards him has changed to the way it is now, those two cold gazes are like trying to stab herself with an ice blade, and not only that, but she will also hurt herself with the most cruel and affectionate words, as if this can give her a kind of pleasure.