The whole world wants to attack me

Chapter 184 The Abused Princess (35)

"Ah."

Xiao Chen responded lightly without raising his eyelids.

What do you mean?
She wants to share a carriage with this moody dog ​​emperor?
Fusang frowned, and looked back at Sheng Lianshu as if asking for help.

Sheng Lianshu chose to pretend to be blind, instead of helping, she kept urging her.

Fusang had no choice but to bite the bullet and get into the car.

The low-key carriage walked through the palace gate in the last rays of the setting sun.

The carriage was traveling very smoothly. Fuso lowered his head and tried not to look at the person next to him who had a strong presence even if he didn't make a sound.

Not long after, the noisy bustle of the market gradually became clearer. Fusang sat sideways and secretly lifted the curtain.

There were crowds of people in front of all kinds of stalls, shouts and shouts, and the lively scene of children playing suddenly came into view.

There are many shops on both sides of the spacious and clean street, and the afterglow of the evening sun lightly spreads wine on the brightly colored pavilion cornices.

Shop signboards and flags fluttering high, pedestrians constantly flowing, and every face that comes into view has a peaceful and comfortable smile.

"It's so lively."

Fusang sighed softly.

Xiao Chen, who has been closing his eyes to rest his mind, slowly opened them, his eyes fell on her snow-white and beautiful side face, seeing her eyes full of novelty, silently raised the corners of his lips.

The carriage drove slowly among the crowd, and finally stopped in front of a wine shop.

As soon as he got off the carriage and stood still, the person who had been waiting for a long time stepped forward and called out respectfully: "Master."

At the same time make a gesture of please.

Xiao Chen followed the man with his arms behind his back, and Fusang followed him very consciously.

As soon as she stepped on the steps with one foot, Xiao Chen suddenly stopped, turned half of her body, and looked down at Fusang: "You don't have to follow."

"what?"

Fusang was at a loss, but Xiao Chen just said two words indifferently: "Wait."

Then he entered the restaurant, leaving Fusang in a mess in the wind.

Fusang leaned against the painted red pillar and watched the bustling crowds of people passing by, the groups of children chasing and playing, and the endless sounds of vendors selling their goods.

She looked up at the branches swaying in the wind, wondering if Xiao Chen was testing her?
Leave her alone at the door and see if she runs away?

What if she ran away?Will he suddenly rush out from some corner and strangle her to death in the street?

Hmm... With his perverted degree, maybe it's really possible...

Fusang was lost in thought when suddenly something hit him head first.

She was staggered, and the child who hit her also sat up on his back.

The child didn't cry at all, he just rubbed his sore butt with a grin on his face.

He turned over and limped to pick up the dusty sugar painting that had fallen to the side.

Cherishing the dust, the child looked at Fusang timidly, and handed the sugar painting to Fusang with eyes full of reluctance: "I'm sorry, sister, I will pay you this."

Fuso was originally annoyed when he was hit, but when he saw how polite the child was, his heart softened: "I accept your apology. Forget about the sugar paintings. You can keep it for yourself."

The child tilted his head and thought for a while, then suddenly took Fusang's hand, and could not help but drag her away: "Sister, come with me."

Fusang glanced back at the gate of the wine shop, and suffered from persecution paranoia. Could Xiao Chen's dog be staring at her?

She didn't know if it was a psychological effect, but she felt a dark wind blowing from her back for no reason, as if a pair of eyes were staring at her.

Fusang shuddered, and grabbed the hand tightly held by the child: "No need, you go home quickly, don't make your parents worry."

This kid didn't know what to eat and grew up, and his hands were quite strong.

Fusang struggled a bit, but didn't break free.

The child looked back at the continuous crowd, and after turning his head again, his face was full of determination: "Sister, you have to follow me."

(End of this chapter)