52. Doesn't it hurt to get hurt
Ji Yanli looked her up and down, her expression subtle, "How do you explain the rumors?" β
Hold the grass!
She can't explain it, does she?
Shen Tian now had the urge to scold his mother, and couldn't help but greet the eighteenth generation of the gossipy person's ancestors.
She explained, "Third Master, the rumored thing. My subordinates felt that someone must be jealous that I could win the favor of the third master and serve the third master closely, so they deliberately spread such rumors, so that the third master would alienate me from the rumors. β
When Shen Tian said this, he was quite indignant, as if what she said was the truth.
She now hated the man who stabbed out what she had said. It is because it is not a psychological burden to smear people in front of the season banquet.
Ji Yanli raised his head slightly, "Is that so?" β
Shen said, "It must be so." β
Ji Yanli hooked his lips and smiled, and he didn't know if he believed it, "You can be eloquent." β
While Shen was puffing up, he didn't forget to shoot Ji Yanli's sycophants, "But the third master, you are so smart, so you won't be affected by those rumors and alienate your subordinates." β
Ji Yanli's expression was loose, and he replied with a slight bow, "You're right, I won't alienate you because of a little gossip." After allβ"
Ji Yanli looked at her and jokingly said, "It's rare to see a subordinate like you who is so good at making sycophants." Without you, it's a little less fun. β
Shen Tian suddenly grinned and said, "Thank you for the compliment." β
While speaking, she wiped the cold sweat from the corner of her forehead, and poured a cup of tea for Ji Yanli again, "Third master, you drink tea." β
Ji Yanli's eyes turned, and it fell on her hand pouring tea. That hand had just been scalded by hot tea, and the back of the hand was red, which looked quite shocking.
Ji Yanli's eyes paused slightly, "My hand was burned by hot tea, I don't know if it hurts." β
Hearing him say this, Shen Tian noticed the red mark on his hand that was burned. Just now, I was so focused on how to explain the banquet with the same season, but I forgot that it hurts.
She stopped and said, "A small injury, it doesn't hurt, it doesn't get in the way."
Ji Yanli ignored him, and directly called the other brothers in and told the man to go out and buy scald medicine.
When the man heard this, he immediately said worriedly, "Third Master, you are injured, do you need your subordinates to invite a doctor to take a look?" β
"No, I don't. You just go directly to buy the medicine, buy it and send it to Shen Qing's room. β
There is no ambiguity in what this is saying.
The brother's gaze changed instantly.
Shen wanted to cry without tears.
Jumping into the Huangpu River can't be washed now.
Hey, today is another day when I want to hit someone!
I don't know which broken-mouthed gossip every day, let her know, she has to lie on his skin!
The man went out with a belly full of gossip.
Shen Tian could imagine what kind of subtle expressions the brothers would look at her with a subtle expression in the future, to speculate about her relationship with Ji Yanli.
Shen tilted a depressed face.
She felt she had the perfect need to explain.
"Third master, my subordinates think that what you just said...... That's not right. β
Ji Yanli asked, "What's wrong?" β
Shen Tian hesitated, "Your sentence is too ambiguous, and your subordinates are worried that it will cause unnecessary misunderstandings." β
Shen Tian tried his best to be very tactful, for fear that Ji Yanli's old matter would be brought up again, and then his anger would be directed on her.
Ji Yanli raised his eyes to look at her, and suddenly became angry and funny, "What, spread a few rumors with me, wronged you?" β
"How so!"
Shen Qian didn't want to think about it, so he immediately said with a dogleg, "It is a great honor for my subordinates to have an affair with the third master, how can my subordinates be unhappy." β
Ji Yanli chuckled, "How can I look at it, you are not very happy about your appearance." β
Oh my God!
Is this man a devil?