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Chapter 142
The gasp and slight whispering came from Cen Simiao's mouth. She threw herself into Bai Muzhi's arms, her body as soft as boneless, her expression panicked, and even more timid.
Bai Muzhi's hand hasn't left yet, unlike the last time Cen Simiao's skirt was just blown on his clothes, she became angry. At this moment, seem to be very happy, with eyelashes down, rubbing on the softness.
At the rockery garden time, Cen Simiao tore open his dress, revealing snow-white skin, his heart felt like being scratched by a feather, but he was forcibly ignored.
Because of his years of martial arts practice, he rubbed a thin callus on his fingertips and directly touched Cen Simiao's chest, causing a burst of tingling. She gripped the hem of her clothes tightly, her nails turned white due to force, and her whole body trembled because of fear.
But the fascination in the corner of his eyes became more and more obvious, and the look in his eyes also carried a seductive meaning.
Bai Muzhi pulled the skirt of her clothes more open, stroking with a bit of strength, the touch was particularly soft, but it was really comfortable, as expected.
Cen Simiao's expression fell in his eyes, just trying to be aggressive, clearly terrified, but desperately enduring it to please him.
He doesn't like those who don't have any thoughts, and he hates those who are full of thoughts.
But Cen Simiao had a scheming idea, but he could only tell it at a glance.
He doesn't hate this.
Bai Muzhi's eyes darkened and suddenly felt irritable.
Cen Simiao did not dare to resist, and was very obedient, especially obedient to him.
But suddenly his hand was released, Cen Simiao was taken aback, looked up and saw Bai Muzhi look cold, and looked at his hand in disgust: "Get out."
The maid outside had a washbasin in her hand, and wanted to go in and wait for Bai Muzhi to wash, but she heard the noise inside, so she didn't dare to go in.
The maid asked the woman who was cleaning the house next to her: "When did the leader wake up?"
"It's been a while, but she stayed in it all night."
The maid glanced inside and saw nothing. The woman was still talking in a low voice: "I don't know what she is doing, the leader treated her..."
The maid slumped her face: "What nonsense? She did something wrong, and the teacher punished her. Where did she go."
The woman was unconvinced and wanted to refute, but she didn't dare. She lowered her head ugly and swept the floor hard.
The dust suddenly rose, and the choking maid coughed twice, frowned, and patted the dust on the clothes. There was a voice calling her to enter, and the maid hurriedly piled up smiling faces and walked in respectfully.
The washbasin was placed on the shelf, and the maid set up the hot towel, and was about to wait for Bai Muzhi when she saw him coming by herself, washing his hands with a cold face.
The maid dared not let out the atmosphere beside her.
His hand got up from the basin, and the maid hurriedly passed the towel, Bai Muzhi frowned: "Change another basin of water."
Cen Simiao felt that her chest hurts so much. She disliked her so much, why did she pinch it so hard, she lowered her head and put her clothes together, but the fingerprints on it had not fallen.
The whole person is very wronged.
The maid glanced at her quietly, smiled silently, it really couldn't be a climate.
The days of imaginary teaching are too boring, and the maids will always get together and gossip. It didn't take long for Cen Simiao to climb up the bed and be disgusted, and it spread.
Cen Simiao didn't care at all, but acted and spoke more publicly than before. The other maids began to doubt the authenticity of the rumors, but when they saw that she had never been to Bai Muzhi's house to clean, even the job of taking care of Liu Wushao was gone.
Obviously he was punished.
Cen Simiao usually has a good relationship with them. On the surface, she is very harmonious, but she looks good and talks to Bai Muzhi several times. Although they didn't say anything, it was really unpleasant in her heart.
I found the opportunity this time, but there is no reason not to vent.
Cen Simiao was holding the teacup, the hot tea he had just poured, and he was steaming. Suddenly his sleeve was pulled, the tea splashed on his hands and the teacup broke.
She was scalded on the back of her hand, but it was still not healed, but now she was scalded again, and it hurt even more. Cen Simiao pressed her lips tightly and looked at the maid who was pulling her sleeves.
The maid's eyes widened: "I... I didn't mean it."
Cen Simiao frowned.
The maid went on to say: "Don't be careful. When I pull you, you should remind me aloud."
Cen Simiao dropped her head.
I heard it again: "When holding the tea, you have to hide from someone. This time you were scalded. What if even me was scalded? I didn't see you take it..."
Cen Simiao raised her head, sneered between her eyebrows, "Yes, you are blind."
The maid did not expect that she would say this, she was stunned for a moment, and then became angry, she was about to curse with her mouth open, but she heard a clear sound.
Cen Simiao slammed the teapot to the ground.
The maid's curse was blocked.
Immediately there was a pain in her arm. Before throwing the teapot, Cen Simiao poured another cup of hot tea and poured it all on the maid’s arm.
The maid had a grim expression in pain. She sucked in a cold breath and resisted the pain. She rushed forward to fight, but was pushed away by Cen Simiao.
I heard her say: "You want to fix me with such a trick?"
The tone was full of sarcasm.
Cen Simiao took advantage of the burn on her hand, and when there was no one, she ran to find Liu Wuhao. She hasn't contacted Liu Wushao these days, deliberately chilling him.
On the contrary, it was the maid sent by Xin to take care of Liu Wushao. She reluctantly ran to her and said two words of kindness from Liu Wushao.
Cen Simiao was indifferent and gave a hmm.
The maid wanted her to be like this, and replied to Liu Wushao without any extra effort, and all told the truth. Every time Liu Wushao heard it, he would be silent for a while, and then continue to let the maid say hello.
Cen Simiao deliberately dressed her haggardly, making her lips look bloodless. She was dressed in plain clothes with a waistband wrapped around her slender waist, weak and unbearable.
Liu Wushao was still unhappy because of her indifference several times, but after seeing that, guilt suddenly flooded like a tide, and almost overwhelmed him with pity.
His Adam's apple moved, and his eyes became gentle: "It's not convenient for me to find you, so I let the girl go and have a look, but she is useless and can't ask anything."
He paused again: "You, are you okay?"
Cen Simiao raised her eyes to look at him, her eyes flushed instantly, tears fell, but she still reluctantly pulled the corners of her mouth: "It's okay."
Liu Wushao's heart sank.
He opened his mouth and said, "I am ashamed of you."
Cen Simiao bit her lower lip, turned her face away, and choked slightly.
Liu Wushao looked at her, with concern and a trace of uncomfortableness in his eyes: "Where did it hurt?"
Cen Simiao stiffened.
She turned her head to look at Liu Wushao, tears streaming fiercely, Liu Wushao's eyes were extremely gentle, and finally rushed to hold his waist and buried her in her chest crying.
"It hurts, my hands hurt."
The injury on Cen Simiao's hand was said vaguely, causing Liu Wushao to mistake it for Bai Muzhi. Fighting between subordinates will never reach the master's ears, unless someone feels wronged, and takes the initiative to complain.
So she was worried at all that she would be exposed.
Liu Wushao looked at his injury that was just getting better and became more serious. He pressed his lips tightly, and his guilt became worse. The most important thing is to piss him off, to let a weak woman do something for him.
Cen Simiao just cried and said nothing.
It wasn't until Liu Wushao said in a deep voice that she didn't need to look at Bai Muzhi for him, she stopped crying, her eyes widened, and the tears were still hanging on her cheeks, so pitiful.
The emotions in her eyes were particularly firm: "If you have agreed to the son's business, there is no reason not to do it?"
Irritability surged between Liu Wushao's eyebrows, and just about to open his mouth, Cen Simiao used his bandaged hand to stroke his eyebrows, softening his voice: "The son treats me well, I am willing."
Liu Wushao was startled.
In the past few days, Cen Simiao did not go to see him again. Instead, under the reminder of the system, various chance encounters with Bai Muzhi. She pretended not to see Bai Muzhi every time.
At first, Bai Muzhi ignored her at all.
Cen Simiao was not discouraged either, at least he didn't prevent her from appearing in front of him as before. Later, Bai Muzhi glanced at her, Cen Simiao still looked unaware.
But it didn't take long before she found that Bai Muzhi's eyes were always on her chest.
Cen Simiao endured the cold wind and wore a tulle skirt, revealing much of the fullness of her chest. She was sitting in the pavilion, fiddling with the hairpin in her hand, lowering her head pretending not to see Bai Muzhi not far away.
It took him a while to leave.
Cen Simiao bent her eyes.
It was very cold outside. She returned to the room and quickly changed her cotton-padded clothes. The maid next to her saw it and looked down upon her in her heart. Can't help but ridicule a few words, especially ugly.
Cen Simiao didn't want to care about it at first, but it became more and more excessive. Besides, there were still people set up here, and she saw that her clothes were torn again. She turned around, raised her eyebrows, and the maid tensed herself, ready to fight with her.
But Cen Simiao went straight to the maid's dressing table, picked up the comb and rouge gouache on it, and threw them all on the ground.
The maid was stunned. After reacting, she felt very distressed and grabbed Cen Simiao with a grim expression, wishing to choke her to death. Cen Simiao restrained her backhand, snorted, and provocatively said, "Aren't you spreading my gossip all day long, the leader hates me so much, why don't you dare to ask him to drive me out? past."
The maid sighed in her heart, she couldn't bear these things being smashed, she really got hot on her mind and ran to Bai Muzhi to complain.
After all, those in charge have no right to expel people out.
After Bai Muzhi heard it, his expression paused, and he sorted out the book slowly, and really asked Cen Simiao to come in and talk.
Cen Simiao ran to Liu Wushao long after the maid left, and kept saying that she was willing and never regretted, and then hurried away.
Liu Wushao was particularly worried, frowned, and followed.
He was a little slower, Cen Simiao had entered Bai Muzhi's house. Liu Wushao worried that she would be punished again, and wanted to go in and find Bai Muzhi to help her.
But Cen Simiao's crying voice came from inside.
Cen Simiao was torn open, and her water-red belly made her skin white. Bai Muzhi stroked it gently, sliding down the clothes hanging on her shoulders.
The back of the bandaged hand was exposed.
He glanced: "What's the matter?"
Cen Simiao pursed her lips and said nothing.
Cen Simiao couldn't help crying pain as his hand became heavier.
Liu Wushao outside was very distressed.