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

"This! This girl is too pitiful. If she is discovered, she will be dragged away by the emperor and given poisoned wine." Xiao Si said.

Mu Qingqing lowered her head and did not respond.

Young Master Xie came in from the door and denied what Xiao Si said.

"I think the next situation will be a father-son war. After all, the nine-tailed fox Liuli is extremely powerful."

Mu Qingqing smiled and poured a cup of tea and handed it over: "It's just a story, why take it seriously?"

"Ms. Mu, what's the ending?"

Mu Qingqing's eyes moved slightly, and she opened her red lips slightly: "It's been too long, I forgot."

Xie Yanshu stood quietly behind Mu Qingqing, guarding her like a protector.

Young Master Xie, who noticed this, did not say much. Instead, he chatted with Mu Qingqing about family matters as if he had met a close friend.

It's rare.

No matter how hard she tried in her previous life, the other party could not show her any tenderness.

It seemed as if he was born to hate rich girls like her.

No, it’s hatred of the rich.

Even he himself did not have a single clean piece of skin on his body, with many scars of self-abuse on his wrists.

Thank you, Young Master. Your brain is not normal.

I didn't expect that I would like this disgusting story so much.

Young Master Xie saw that the time had come and asked tentatively, "Where did you hear that story, Miss Mu?"

"Young Master Xie seems to be very interested in a book?"

Young Master Xie clenched his palms and said, "To be honest, I seem to have dreamed about this."

“It’s as real as if I were experiencing it myself.”

Mu Qingqing laughed softly when she heard this: "Thank you, Young Master, for joking. This is just a story."

"I am not kidding!"

He was so excited that he reached out to touch the table, and his movement was so big that his sleeves flipped up uncontrollably.

Revealing his scarred arms.

Mu Qingqing pursed her lips and looked at his arm.

"Ah, what's going on?"

Young Master Xie tried hard to pay attention to her expression. There was surprise, confusion, and even... fear in her eyes...

But I don't feel any heartache.

There was a flash of dejection in his eyes, but then they lit up again when he heard Mu Qingqing's words.

"Who do you think you are in your dream?"

Master Xie: "It's the scholar! I am that scholar!"

The pretty figure whose face could not be seen clearly in the dream now completely overlapped with Mu Qingqing.

Young Master Xie looked at her lovingly, as if he was sure that she was his lover from a thousand years ago.

Mu Qingqing almost fell off the chair.

What does Young Master Xie think?

Is it worthy for him to marry such a good scholar?

"From what I know, the scholar is a kind-hearted person. He would help the elderly, the weak, women and children. Even if he himself had no food to eat, he would give food to poor beggars."

But other people may not know Young Master Xie’s temper, but doesn’t she know it?

He is bad-tempered and angry, and he often throws things and breaks bowls.

He often beat people in his yard until they were black and blue.

Even myself is not spared.

Now he pretends to be gentle.

Young Master Xie was stunned by what she said, his fingers clasped tightly around the edge of the table, his knuckles turning slightly white.

"Ms. Mu does understand."

Mu Qingqing didn't continue the topic and took her things to leave.

"It's getting late. I have things to do, so I won't chat with Young Master Xie any more."

Young Master Xie stood up reluctantly: "I'll see you off."

Mu Qingqing turned around and said, "Everyone knows that this place is owned by Young Master Xie. You're seeing me off. Isn't this telling others that I took the things away?"

Young Master Xie collected his thoughts and watched her leave.

His eyes were sticky, as if he had discovered some treasure, and full of possessiveness.

Then, the pretty figure was blocked by a tall man.

Young Master Xie immediately frowned impatiently, with a sinister look flashing across his eyes.

When he thought that the servant was doing his duty to protect his master, his mood improved slightly.

Xiao Si took in his young master's expression, but dared not say a word.

Even with this, he still dared to touch the scholar. He could see that the young master was almost a tyrant who raped women.

He is still a scholar. No wonder he got Miss Mu angry and left.

Mu Qingqing took Xie Yanshu back.

As soon as he stepped out of the door, he was surrounded by a group of servants.

"Miss!"

The neatly dressed young lady shook the whole street.

Mu Qingqing coughed twice, and said in a leadership manner: "Why are you out so early? Are the snacks in the teahouse not delicious?"

"Delicious!" Zhiyuan smiled so hard that his teeth were showing.

Mu Qingqing hummed and raised her hand to touch her cheek.

There are no slap marks, but it is still red.

Her eyes darkened: "Does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt Miss. It's all over."

She was originally a maid, so it was normal for her to be slapped by her master. She didn't dare to say it hurt.

Mu Qingqing tucked her fallen hair behind her ear and said nonchalantly, "My brother is away from home, and my sister is young. I am the only one who can support the whole family."

"As people in my courtyard, you should do everything in a thorough manner so that people won't find fault with you."

"From now on, you will be responsible for the food, clothing, housing and transportation of the Second Miss's courtyard."

When she finished speaking, the group of people still hadn't realized what she meant.

Mu Qingqing was so angry that she raised her head and knocked Zhiyuan's wooden head. Her gentle and dignified temperament suddenly became spoiled:

"Stupid! I have the final say in the Mu family now. I will protect you in everything. As long as you don't tear the roof off the house, you can do whatever you want. Take revenge if you have a grudge, and complain if you have a grudge!"

The atmosphere suddenly became cheering.

Mu Qingqing rolled her eyes at them. She had been oppressed for so long that her spine was bent.

Only Xie Yanshu pursed his lips, looking absent-minded.

Before entering the room, everyone went downstairs.

Xie Yanshu suddenly blocked people at the door, and with his aura, he rushed towards her forcefully.

Mu Qingqing frowned and raised her eyes, meeting the slightly flushed corners of Xie Yanshu's eyes.

"what happened?"

Xie Yanshu stared at her intently and suddenly asked, "Miss, are you teasing me on purpose?"

"what?"

"You did it on purpose today. You deliberately got close to others, deliberately accepted other people's gifts, and deliberately cared about others!"

The ladies he knew were not so fawning. Instead, they were arrogant and presumptuous.

She was very close to Zhou Peishen today, had a good chat with the man named Xie, and was also concerned about that group of insignificant people.

But she was neither cold nor enthusiastic towards him, sometimes close and sometimes distant.

She never looked him in the eye outside, but at home she would hint at him with words...

If it's not playing him, then what is it?

Mu Qingqing looked at his broken appearance and couldn't help but feel itchy in her heart.

He licked his lips, raised his hand, grabbed Xie Yanshu's collar and pulled him down.

The next second, the rosy lips touched those sexy thin lips.

With a bang, the strings in Xie Yanshu's brain broke and he couldn't tell the directions.

All the touch is focused on the mouth.

He stared at Mu Qingqing blankly, as if he was dumbfounded.

Sweetness rises to my heart before it has time to brew.

Feeling a pain on her lips, Mu Qingqing let him go.

She lightly wiped her lips, her eyes and eyebrows were smiling, and her words were frivolous and dissolute: "See, Xie Yanshu, this is called playing with you."