The bad girl wears the skirt quickly: the male protagonist is the servant

The door was pushed open, and a man was revealed wearing a well-tailored, custom-made suit, his long, straight legs wrapped in expensive fabric.

He stood in front of Mu Qingqing, his elegance and embarrassment forming a sharp contrast.

The black leather shoes stopped in front of Mu Qingqing, and its owner looked down at her from above.

A disheveled, pitiful, injured and fragile girl.

So vulnerable.

His gaze was so intense and sticky, like a poisonous snake lurking in the dark corner, waiting for its chance to kill its prey with one strike.

Mu Qingqing slowly raised her head and met his overly perfect face. He was still so dignified and handsome, with pity in her eyes.

Hypocrisy is terrible.

Mu Qingqing suddenly felt a chill on her back. It was such a coincidence.

As soon as she got into trouble, he appeared in front of her.

perhaps.

From the moment she came in, he had been watching him in the dark.

Mu Qingqing lowered her eyes to hide the coldness in them. This feeling of being played around with by others was as disgusting as ever.

In the silence, her breathing became lighter, and only her trembling eyelashes could be seen.

The man slowly squatted down and lowered his posture.

The cold tone was filled with nostalgia: "Qingqing, you gave up on me just for this?"

What caught my eye was the girl's pale face and colorless lips. She was as delicate as a withered rose, yet still so breathtakingly beautiful.

The man put his arms under her body and held her horizontally.

The girl in his arms was soft and boneless, with a slender waist and seemed much lighter.

Tsk, Zuo Ling is such a waste.

I can't even take care of a single person.

He carefully placed the person on the sofa and examined her injuries closely.

Mu Qingqing held his outstretched hand and asked gently with a hint of doubt: "Wen Shaochun, why are you here?"

Wen Shaochun chuckled and held her wrist, his eyes were gentle, but his voice was a little deeper.

"Qingqing, do you still remember me?"

“It’s an honor.”

His smile did not reach his eyes, and he was busy checking her injuries.

The injured foot was injured again, causing serious secondary injuries.

The more he looked, the darker his face became.

He was very unhappy because others were injured.

Since you remember him, why can't you just remember him?

Mu Qingqing watched him call his medical team.

Mu Qingqing was silent.

It seems that this island is inseparable from him.

It was a pity that she was so smart and had been doing these little tricks secretly for so long. Now it seems that she is undoubtedly a naughty child showing off under the supervision of adults.

Wen Shaochun admired her increasingly heavy expression and found Qingqing more adorable.

How could he not have expected that the seemingly weak and stupid girl would actually do surprising things again and again.

But it doesn't matter, it's still under control.

Zuo Ling, who thinks he is smart, is just a savage who grew up in a small place.

Is this enough to show off to his beloved?

ridiculous.

It was just a little trick, but it made him arrogant and he turned around to blame his lover.

How can such a person be compared with him?

The doctor brought by Wen Shaochun examined her without even looking away, reported a series of bird calls, and left.

Mu Qingqing looked at him coldly.

Wen Shaochun always maintains his dignity, and every move reflects his gentlemanly demeanor.

It forms a weird contrast with the people here.

They are like replica clowns, trying hard to imitate the aristocrats of high society.

And he, Wen Shaochun.

A true person in power.

The cool medicine was applied to her ankles. "How is it, have you had enough fun?"

Mu Qingqing frowned, feeling depressed.

She had no choice at all.

Wen Shaochun played an indispensable role in the ship accident.

"You did it, right?"

Wen Shaochun used a little strength, but when he looked up, he looked innocent: "How could it be? Qingqing is up there, I can't bear to leave."

Mu Qingqing stared at his expression as if trying to find a flaw in it, but there was none.

Being too calm is actually abnormal.

If she was lying to him just now, now she was sure of it.

"Dare to do it but not to take responsibility? Master Wen, what are you afraid of?"

Wen Shaochun laughed loudly, his disguise as a gentleman torn apart, and his hands exerted more force, causing Mu Qingqing to gasp in pain.

"Qingqing was injured for him, I'm very unhappy, why don't you get injured for me too?"

He put his hand on his other foot, and a hint of ferocity could be seen on his smooth face.

"Wen Shaochun, are you doing this because you love me or hate me?"

Wen Shaochun didn't understand Mu Qingqing's question.

In the twenty years that he has been the center of attention, no one has dared to treat him like Mu Qingqing.

I treat him like a pet. No, I would be reluctant to part with a pet even if it was lost.

There was no trace of reluctance in her eyes.

Just like throwing away garbage, getting rid of unnecessary things actually makes you feel relieved.

Mu Qingqing struggled to resist: "What's the point of torturing people? If you don't like it, you can kill me!"

Wen Shaochun laughed softly, loosened his fingers a little, and slowly rubbed the ointment.

"Test me?"

"I did it."

He narrated his deeds and heinous crimes in a nonchalant manner, as if he were describing the most beautiful flower in the garden.

"A group of people wanted to capture Zuo Ling, so I took advantage of the situation and acted like a good guy, blowing up the boat..."

"But I don't want you to die, Qingqing. I can't bear it."

His eyes revealed obsession, and he looked at her like a drug addict.

"I saved you again and sent you to the shore. I didn't expect you to be so attractive that even Zuo Ling, who doesn't like women, fell in love with you."

"And those losers I trained actually begged for mercy on your behalf."

Wen Shaochun smiled easily, "Everyone, the game is over."

Mu Qingqing was pulled into his arms and bumped into his chest unexpectedly.

A joyful laugh emanated from his chest; the satisfaction of regaining what had been lost was an unexpected happiness.

Mu Qingqing was obedient and did not resist. Now she just wanted to know one question.

"What exactly is this place?"

Wen Shaochun reached out to hook her hair, but Mu Qingqing dodged in disgust.

He just touched his feet...

Sloppy.

Wen Shaochun paused, rejecting him?

He held her tightly with his arms.

"These people are all carefully trained by me."

Mu Qingqing was waiting for his next words. Wen Shaochun tilted his face to the side, motioning for her to kiss him and then tell him.

If Mu Qingqing didn't beat him now, it would be because she was powerless to resist. If she had the chance, she would beat him with the soles of her shoes.

Wen Shaochun saw that she was still not moving, "Not happy?"

He didn't get angry, but took out his cell phone and played the surveillance video for her.

"Then let's not talk about this. Let me show you something else."

On the other side of the surveillance camera, countless men and women were drinking and playing games with Zuo Ling.

The people around were all shrewd people. They coaxed Zuo Ling into drinking a lot of wine and saying a lot of nonsense.

Mu Qingqing listened with an expressionless face.

Wen Shaochun praised: "Qingqing is calm in the face of things. Does this mean that he has no place in your heart?"

Her heart is not a durian, how can there be room for everyone?