The reborn paranoid male protagonist is crazy again

Chapter 58 I'm Angry
Imperial Capital, Ninth District, Border.

"Thank you and goodbye."

Wang Qi had already retracted the blade on his nails, and he said sincerely to Ye Luo with a face full of old and new scars.

If it wasn't for this woman, it would be impossible for them to escape from the imperial capital smoothly.

Ye Luo glanced at the person in the back seat. If it weren't for the slight ups and downs of his chest, he would have looked like a corpse, and his white hair had already been stained black with blood.

The woman driving kept her heroic appearance and stepped on the brakes hard.

Ye Luo got out of the car, and the military's most advanced sixth-generation chariot rushed out with a whoosh. The speed was so fast that it disappeared from sight in a few seconds.

She stood motionless in the middle of the road, with rocks on both sides, unable to pass by, and the chasing vehicle behind her could only brake abruptly and stop.

She was in the car of the rebels before, and the people in the military department were too cautious to attack and bomb with weapons. If she accidentally injured the apex of that person, she would die a hundred times.

The first car in the lead stopped first, and the door was kicked open violently before the car came to a complete stop.

The man in the senior black officer's uniform strode down, his red eyes seemed to be burning with boiling flames, wishing to burn her to ashes.

Ye Luo looked up at him indifferently.

A slender and powerful hand pulled Ye Luo into his arms somewhat roughly.

"Is it fun? Lolo?"

Zhong Jinping was laughing, but his tone was cold and fierce.

"Patriarch, are you still chasing?"

The subordinates following behind spoke cautiously.

"No need." Zhong Jinping spoke to his subordinates, but looked at the wound on Ye Luo's neck, "Bring the doctor here."

The light blood mark on Ye Luo's neck has stopped a long time ago, and it will heal itself soon even if there is no medicine.

The doctor from the Imperial Medical Center who was brought here urgently, under Zhong Jinping's cold stare, treated such a small wound with overkill, but couldn't control the trembling of his hands.

The doctor's serious and tense expression made it difficult to control the slightly trembling fingertips. For some reason, he thought that he was performing an important life-threatening operation on some important person, the kind who would be buried with him if he was not careful.

In fact, it is just a disinfection, a medicine.

The cool liquid was applied to the wound, and the shallow, almost invisible scar disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye.

No injuries at all.

"Master Zhong, the wound has been healed." The doctor wiped off the cold sweat from being stared at, tried his best to show the professionalism that should be faced with the powerful, and said calmly and politely.

God knows that hundreds of thousands of soldiers from the military department rushed into the Imperial Medical Center without a word of extraneous words, and directly "invited" people. The serious and tense formation made the doctors rush over thinking that something important had happened.

The people in the military department were heavily guarded, and their expressions were tense. The whole place was full of chills, as if the air was about to freeze. The soldiers who brought him from the center of the empire quickly urged him to save people.

In this situation, the doctor thought that the patient he was going to save was close to death.

As a result, after the soul-stimulating general arrived, he realized that if he came a few minutes later, the wound, which was almost like a strand of hair, would heal by itself, and there was no need to even apply medicine.

doctor:"……"

Accompanying nurses and medical assistants: "..."

What's even more outrageous is that, for a wound that can heal itself in ten minutes, that powerful master Zhong, who was so powerful that the emperor didn't pay attention to him, stood by the side coldly, and used the kind of wound that made people feel the pain from the depths of his soul during the whole process. They all stared at him with gloomy and cold eyes.

After the doctor finished speaking, Zhong Jinping reached out and raised Ye Luo's chin, looked down at her face, narrowed his eyes slightly, rubbed his fingertips around the wound on her neck a few times, "Won't there be a scar?"

"Absolutely not!" The doctor almost patted his chest to promise.

What a joke, just that little wound, even without medicine, it is difficult to leave a scar, not to mention that he also used a top-level repair potion whose value is calculated in grams, so a little potion costs six figures.Not only can it repair wounds and heal scars, but it can also beautify and nourish the skin, making the skin rejuvenated and crystal clear. This is the most eye-catching beauty product for noble ladies in the empire. Even in the imperial medical center, there are only a few bottles every year, and the supply is almost in short supply.

Zhong Jinping's hand landed on Ye Luo's neck, avoiding the wound that was almost invisible to the naked eye, and the scorching temperature of the palm caressed her neck.

His expression was indistinguishable from anger and emotion, but his eyes were a little scary, like the bloody abyss of hell.

From the perspective of outsiders, his hands seemed to be pinching Ye Luo's neck, stroking the delicate skin around her neck, as if he was looking for a suitable angle to cut it off.

The movement of her hands seemed to break her slender neck at any time, and the people beside her were nervous and cold.

Zhong Jinping's fingers were slender, white and well-defined, as delicate as his face, but his fingertips and joints also had calluses, rubbing Ye Luo's skin felt slightly rough, which made her very uncomfortable.

"You hurt yourself again." After a long time, Zhong Jinping sighed softly, then he suddenly pushed Ye Luo onto the car and closed the door tightly.

"Luoluo, I'm very angry."

In the dark and crowded space, Zhong Jinping's tall and straight body was filled with a sense of oppression. He approached Ye Luo and pressed her shoulder.

"You did it on purpose." Zhong Jinping caressed Ye Luo's soft lips with his fingers, and leaned down, almost getting close to her face.

Ye Luo frowned, and was about to move her head to the side to avoid it, but was stopped by Zhong Jinping.

"Deliberately put yourself in danger, deliberately tell those people how much I care about you, as long as you catch you, you can threaten me."

"Luoluo, how dare you? How dare you threaten me with yourself!!"

At the end, Zhong Jinping had already gritted his teeth, the muscles on his face were slightly distorted, and his eyes were bloody and ferocious.

He pressed Ye Luo's shoulder with one hand, and pressed it firmly, and gently rubbed her lips with the other hand, then slid down to her chin, and finally placed it on Ye Luo's seemingly slender and fragile neck, fingers tightly Sticking to the delicate skin of the neck, you can clearly feel the pulsation of the blood vessels below, as well as the flow of blood.

The door of life was controlled by others, but Ye Luo didn't have the slightest fear or panic in her eyes. She didn't do unnecessary resistance and struggle. Facing Zhong Jinping's anger, Ye Luo showed a smile from the bottom of her heart. Provocative.

"Yes, I dare."

The black chariot that was driving fast on the road suddenly trembled violently, the window glass of the car that was bombarded by shells may not be able to break a piece of skin, and cracks like spider webs appeared.

The driver driving ahead: "..."

Zhong Jinping withdrew his fist expressionlessly, the back of his hand was bleeding, and his joints were slightly twisted.

But he didn't care, as if he didn't feel the pain, he took Ye Luo's face in his hands, and bit down violently, as if he wanted to tear her apart and devour her.

Ye Luo's pupils shrank sharply, she punched him on the head, and at the same time hit his knee hard on his lower abdomen.

The two fought directly in the back seat.

Driver: "..." As long as his driving skills are even worse, the two ancestors behind will be able to overturn the car.

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Members of the rebel organization hiding in the imperial capital kidnapped Zhong Jinping's favorite civilian lady in the wandering paradise, and successfully escaped from the imperial capital.

Although this news was deliberately suppressed, the high-level nobles of the empire already knew what they should know and what they shouldn't know.

The imperial media, who bully the weak and fear the strong, are also very well-informed, but they dare not report it, and continue to report the divorce case of the Duke's eldest son, as well as various negative news about the original family.

The recent atmosphere in Zhong's house is obviously much more tense.

The new housekeeper, who has not been in office for a long time, is energized at 12 points, every strand of hair is taut, the entire Zhong family is in a depressing silence, and the servants who pass by subconsciously hold their breath and try to restrain themselves.

Mo Jue, the leader of the dark guard team, was given a hundred lashes for protecting the mistress.

Not long ago, the head of the guard Zuofei was also punished for failing to protect the mistress.

Originally, the servants of the Zhong family and Mianyuan looked down upon Ye Luo because of her status. Even though they were respectful on the outside, they were still a little contemptuous inside.

Now even team leader Mo was punished for protecting the mistress... The contempt and disdain in those people's hearts disappeared instantly, and they didn't dare to underestimate them anymore, and their attitude towards Ye Luo became more respectful and cautious.

Ye Luo was imprisoned.

In other words, he was forbidden to leave Zhong's house for half a step.

As soon as she reached the gate of Zhong's house, she was politely "invited" back.

The number of hidden guards and guards around her has increased significantly.

The members of the Zhong family have already seen how much Ye Luo is favored and capable of making troubles, and they are all trembling, fearing that she will make a fuss or leave the Zhong family forcibly.

In the end, Ye Luo didn't quarrel or quarrel. After learning that she couldn't leave Zhong's house, she didn't feel angry or angry. Instead, she just let out a calm "Oh" to show that she already knew, then turned around and went back.

Those people breathed a sigh of relief.

Ye Luo is very quiet and honest, she doesn't make troubles and doesn't make troubles. Except for going out for a walk on time every afternoon, except for eating and resting, she stays in the training room almost all the time.

Except that she doesn't need to take assessments and participate in various competitions, Ye Luo's current state is very similar to life in the training camp.

Zhong's house, kitchen.

Although the owner of the Zhong family didn't have any requirements on appetite, as long as he could stay alive, the chef of the Zhong family still devoted himself to making all kinds of delicious dishes with his housekeeping skills.

In the spacious back kitchen, a young servant was washing vegetables and fruits by the sink.Except for the sound of rushing water, the entire back kitchen was very quiet.

On the desk next to it, a slightly older maid was making a fruit plate. All kinds of rare and expensive fruits seemed to be exquisite works of art in her hands.

"The head of the house hasn't come back for three days. Is the mistress going to fall out of favor? I heard that the head of the house is treating Miss Yuan..." The young maid who was washing the fruit couldn't help but whispered.

In the past two days, Zhong Jinping took Yuan Rourou to attend some occasions, which was reported by the media of the empire, and it was suspected that the old relationship had revived.

So the mistress of Zhong's family, who has been neglected for three days, is about to fall out of favor?
"Shut up! Don't talk nonsense!" The slightly older maid turned pale with fright, hurriedly interrupted her, and then looked up and looked around in panic. After confirming that there was no one around, she I was relieved.

She turned her head and glared at the new maid, and reprimanded: "How many times have I told you? At Zhong's house, except for eating and answering the master's questions, don't open your mouth casually! You can do this kind of thing." said?"

If it's something else, forget it, dare to mention that mistress!How did the former housekeeper's family and those servants who were talking about disappear? Even if she thinks about it now, she can still have nightmares at night.

The Zhong family is now the most popular nobleman in the empire. Numerous servants who graduated from the Servant Academy are desperately trying to squeeze into the Zhong family to work.

If you don't pay attention, your life will be gone.

The new maid stuck out her tongue, "Okay, I see, Auntie."

If it weren't for my aunt who had worked in the Zhong family for more than ten years and had a little friendship with the new housekeeper, this new maid who was obviously very curious would definitely not be able to work in the Zhong family.

The servants of the Zhong family are paid well, but they are also very demanding and harsh.

"You just need to remember one thing, you must be respectful to the mistress! She is the mistress of the Zhong family, do you understand?"

"Understood." The aunt's face was too serious, and the young new maid nodded in fright.

At this time, a maid with short hair pushed the door and walked in.

"Sister Qiu, is the mistress's after-dinner fruit ready?"

The short-haired maid has beautiful facial features, slender waist and long legs, and she wears the same maid's long skirt, which is more temperamental than the maid next to her.

If it wasn't for the maid skirt on her body, the short-haired maid looked dignified and somewhat elegant, and anyone who said she was a lady from a noble family would believe her.

"Meisha, you're here, wait a moment, you'll be fine soon." The older maid, Qiu Jie, quickened her movements.

It didn't take long for the fruit plate, which looked like a work of art, to be set up. It was in the shape of a flying bird, lifelike, and all kinds of fresh and plump fruits made people's appetites whet their throats.

"Sister Qiu's craftsmanship is still so good," the short-haired maid Meisha took the fruit plate and praised with a smile, holding the fruit plate without moving as if she wanted to say something more.

Sister Qiu immediately said, "You put the fruit up first, the Chisha fruit inside can't be kept for too long."

Chisha fruit will lose its best taste if it leaves the fruit tree for more than three hours.

Meisha's expression froze slightly, but soon recovered, showing a calm and generous smile, "Then I'll go first."

The young new maid kept staring at Meisha's back, and until then, she kept looking at the door with envy in her eyes.

The dregs who graduated from the Maid Academy said enviously: "Sister Meisha is so beautiful, with a good temperament, and she can serve the mistress personally, that's great."

"Keep a distance from her and don't have any contact with her." Sister Qiu warned her niece in a serious voice.

"why?"

"How can there be so many reasons! See more, work more, ask less, talk less!"

"Oh." The young new maid shut up aggrievedly, and continued to wash the fruit.

Sister Qiu glanced at the door. For such an ambitious person, it's better to keep a distance.

(End of this chapter)