Fast Travel: Crazy Criticism of Beauty Always Conspiring against Me

Chapter 87 The Rain Falls Rouge Tears, Pear Blossom Plays Begonia (11)

Xiao He raised his chin to look at Song Ci, the orange candlelight reflected on his face, and the dancing candlelight left a shadow on his fair cheeks, with long eyelashes.

Those different pupils are extremely beautiful, but she never wants to look at her, even if she looks at them, the emotion in those eyes is extremely weak.

Thin lips parted slightly: "You are really a hypocrite."

Those other emotions were hidden in those black eyes, and the words he said were like a knife scraping people's blood: "It's just a dog, why pretend to be noble."

Song Ci's voice was very cold: "I have nothing to say to you."

"Is there something good to say to others?"

Xiao He mentioned Dongqi intentionally or unintentionally in the playful way he said.

Song Ci's expression turned ugly: "What did you do to him?"

"It's nothing, just hit a few times and locked up for a few days." Xiao He looked at the expression on Song Ci's face quite proudly, and continued: "So this is unacceptable? I also locked up people and tigers together. In a cage."

Xiao He said jokingly: "I just don't know if my little baby is full~"

Song Ci's face turned pale in an instant, and the sadness in his eyes became obvious, almost noticeable at a glance. His voice was cold and bitter: "How can you be such a rascal?"

Thinking that Dong Qi might have been swallowed by a tiger, I feel even more sorry.

He is his benefactor, but after all, he still harmed him...

The boy twitched the corners of his lips and said softly, "You kill me."

The emotion in Xiao He's eyes gradually faded away from the tyranny in his heart, he grabbed Song Ci by the collar and threw him to the ground, bent down to meet her dim eyes, feeling a little flustered for no reason.

His prey wants to die for an irrelevant person!
The tyranny in his heart was overwhelmed by that kind of depression: "Do you want to die? Have I allowed it?"

"Song Ci, you are really kind. When did you piss me off, you are happy!"

Song Ci endured the pain in his back, turned his head to one side, and slowly got up from the ground.

"Okay, very good, I really don't plan to touch Dong Qi, but now it seems that he must die."

Song Ci's face turned pale, a feeling of being deceived and tricked emerged spontaneously, "Xiao He, you...!"

"What am I?"

Xiao He laughed, "Do you want to save his life? It's very simple, either tell Song Yishan's whereabouts, or be my dog ​​honestly!"

Song Ci didn't answer, but the fingertips of his fingers turned white when he was pinching the robe, leaving heavy wrinkles on the fine brocade.

Xiao He knew that Song Ci was a tough guy, and he would not tell Song Yishan's whereabouts, but as long as he was honest and did not hinder him from doing other things, he could actually let him go...

Let him go?
is it possible?impossible!
It's ridiculous, let him go, who will let me go, my mother, concubine and father?
Xiao He's voice was cool and threatening: "You think I'm so confident that I dare not kill you?"

The boy's voice was colder than Kunlun's ice and snow: "You can think whatever you want."

Xiao He calmed down, sneered, and patted his cheek: "You better behave yourself, this time is your choice, and abide by your duty as a slave."

He played with the jade ring on his thumb and said with a smile: "And did you forget something?"

Song Ci looked at him puzzled, and felt that there was something wrong with his sinister eyes.

Xiao He took out a contract from the wooden box and showed it to him, "This is your contract of sale, and the person who signed it is your favorite mother."

The dazzling red made her pupils shrink subconsciously, the expression on her face changed from calm at first to unbelievable, and her lips were pursed tightly.

Suddenly, my heart was hit by a raging wave, and the salty seawater was bitter and astringent in my mouth.

The feeling of pain and anger overflowed from her chest, almost suppressed to a few points, and almost broke Song Ci's nerves.

Song Ci calmed down in his heart:

Painful?
Do you want to continue to protect her for the rest of her life?

The painful voice in my head, sobbing: She must have her own reasons, mother loves me...

Song Ci remained silent, and waited until the obsession dissipated, and licked the dry corners of his lips, and the original slack eyes returned to their original luster.

"Want it?"

Xiao He put the things into his sleeves, and joked: "It depends on your performance." After saying that, he stretched out his fingers provocatively, signaling the young man to come over.

Song Ci looked at his playful and amused look, lowered her head, and completely brought herself into the original owner. The unspeakable humiliation made her tighten her fingers by her side.

He still has to go out to find the truth about his father's departure, he has to find his mother and ask him clearly, he can't be trapped in the palace forever...

The only thing he can do now is to get back the deed of sale, so that he will not be so controlled by others.

Those eyes that were as cold as frost and snow flashed firm.

The young man's fingers turned white, and he walked over obediently.

Seeing Song Ci holding back his anger and allowing him to play like a dog, Xiao He suddenly laughed: "I wish I had known you were obedient, maybe I would be merciful and let you go, but who made your bones so hard?" Woolen cloth."

Song Ci's voice was a little trembling, and the emotions hidden under the long eyelashes were undetectable. He asked, "As long as I listen to you, will you give me the deed of sale?"

Xiao He raised his eyebrows, a gleam of light flashed across his dark pupils, his lips curled up, and he smiled wickedly: "Of course."

"But I'm thirsty now, pour me a cup of tea."

Xiao He waved the luxurious sleeves with golden thread and moiré patterns, and pointed to the young man's cold cracked cup on the table like alms, "That looks good, use that."

Song Ci got up to pour water for him, and bent down to hand it to him. Although the young man looked so low-browed and pleasing to the eye, his heart was definitely not so peaceful.

Xiao He took a sip and threw the cup aside, frowning: "Do you want to burn me to death?"

Song Ci's clothes were splashed with tea, and he knelt down to pick up the cup again.

When he poured the water just now, the temperature of the water was just right, not too hot, so he knew that he just wanted to make trouble for himself.

You can't explain too much, no matter how much you say, as long as he has a thought, even if it is not your fault, it must be your fault.

Song Ci seldom spoke, Xiao He kept bowing his head to reprimand, the young man kept his ears closed, and only after he finished speaking, he said lightly: "Little prince, it's late, you should go to bed earlier."

"Don't go, didn't you listen to what I said just now?" Xiao He called to stop him.

"Listen, everything depends on the little prince."

There was not much emotion in Song Ci's eyes, and Xiao Heping was full of anger when he saw it.

"Don't leave today, serve me tomorrow morning."

Song Ci twitched the corners of his lips, his brows and eyes were still indifferent, but his tone of speech changed a little: "Little prince, I have never served anyone before, so I'm afraid I won't be polite, so you should find someone else."

"I said you are the one who wants you to serve me. I won't see you tomorrow morning. Let's wait and see!"

Song Ci got up and bent over to him: "Little Prince, rest in peace."

Xiao He angrily picked up the imperial tea set on the table, and threw it at the door.

Song Ci heard the movement in the room and walked away without any hesitation.

(End of this chapter)