Quick Wear: Please, the host is really dedicated

As the only daughter of the prime minister's family, Zhou Zhi's carriage was exceptionally good. Not only was it cushioned, but there were also finest incense for calming the mind and the hardest-to-find cakes in the capital.

It is known that we all have the same attitude towards everything: respect species diversity.

The main point is that it is better to believe it exists than to believe it does not exist.

Therefore, she will stick to the original owner's habit of worshiping Buddha and maintain a certain personality quality of the original owner. This is the basic quality of a worker and is also one of the employee guidelines. 30% of the original characteristics of the original owner's body must be maintained.

This is related to performance appraisal and year-end professional title selection.

Zhou Zhi sat in the carriage, sipping tea in small sips. The road outside was different from that in the city, with many potholes. Not only did she have to hold a small teacup, she didn't even dare to fill it with tea. One cup was not enough to moisten her throat. In addition, she ate too much cakes and felt greasy, which was really uncomfortable.

There was no one else in the car except her. Quietly, she picked up the small teapot, let it cool for a while, then put her mouth to the spout and took a big gulp.

Zhou Zhi: Alive.

Anyway, she is the only one drinking the tea in the pot, so there is no need to talk about hygiene issues.

She smiled to herself and made a new pot of tea.

The journey was long, and after sitting for so long, this frail young lady naturally felt pain all over her body. After a while, she leaned back on the cushion and read a boring notebook.

Really, so boring.

Zhou Zhi tilted her head, a piece of her hair was hooked on the scroll, like an extremely delicate painting spread on it. She was sleepy, but she was obedient and was about to fall asleep. The carriage suddenly stopped, and she fell forward by inertia. She almost fell on her small wooden table, and she screamed "Ouch" in fright. The maid outside immediately lifted the curtain and asked her: "What's wrong, Miss, did you bump into something?"

Zhou Zhi's eyes were full of mist. He looked up at the old woman outside the curtain, like a child who wanted to take the opportunity to act coquettishly: "Grandma, why do we stop the carriage..."

She raised her hand to cover her forehead which had been accidentally hit. Her white arms were exposed from the wide sleeves, looking artificial.

The man standing in front of the carriage saw Zhou Zhi acting like a spoiled child without realizing it. When he heard her voice suddenly disappear in the middle of her question, he knew that she was embarrassed after seeing him.

He simply explained on his own initiative: "Miss Zhou, I'm sorry, it rained too heavily last night, and the mud on the road has not been cleared yet. I'm afraid the carriage of the Prime Minister's Mansion...can't leave."

His last words were said hesitantly and tactfully. After looking up and down at this luxurious, enlarged carriage, Zhou Zhi felt a little embarrassed.

"But I'm going."

Luo Sui actually couldn't understand why she was so obsessed with worshiping Buddha. If she was not in good health, she should just take good care of herself. Why did she work so hard every day? Could the Buddha care about her and have mercy on her?

Thinking of this, the silence on his face was a little cold. Zhou Zhi seemed not to notice and just poured the freshly brewed tea. He continued slowly, word by word: "If the Buddha has mercy on me, it will be my blessing. If the Buddha does not like me and let me go early, please protect my family for my daily visits."

She said it so lightly, as if she was really sincere.

She blew on the tea in her hand; it was still a little hot. When she looked at him, the pine-like young general had already frowned tightly.

Look, like he's angry?

Zhou Zhi didn't know where his anger came from, but she understood after a while.

He was so young, and he went into battle to kill the enemies to protect his country and his people. In a sense, she was also a part of his efforts. However, she took life and death so lightly, as if she was denying all his efforts. She hurt the young general's heart.

Zhou Zhi pursed her lips, and with the help of the maid, she stood in front of the carriage door with her back bent. Luo Sui still stepped forward to help her down, saying awkwardly: "Miss Zhou, what are you doing out here? Don't catch a cold again."

"Forget it, Miss Zhou doesn't care. Miss Zhou only cares about the Buddha, not herself."

Without waiting for Zhou Zhi to speak, Luo Sui continued to talk to himself. Seeing that he was about to say something, Zhou Zhi put the small teacup in her hand to his lips, as if she didn't hear what he said. She said, "Try it? I made the tea myself, it's good for moistening your throat."

Zhou Zhi's inner thoughts: I talk so much and so frequently, but I'm not afraid of getting tired.

The tea rippled and swirled around the edge of the cup, then dripped into his mouth. His tongue was sensitive, and the tea fragrance spread quickly in his mouth. He didn't even have the chance to refuse. Refusing now would seem petty. In the end, he had no choice but to take it and drink it all in one gulp.

"It's good tea."

He wanted to give her a good compliment but he didn't know what to say. No matter how he thought about it, he felt that it would be too glib, so he just gave her affirmation directly. Fortunately, the girl in front of him didn't make it difficult for him. Instead, she smiled with satisfaction.

The arc is really beautiful.

Luo Sui stared for a long while, then realized he was being impolite, and quickly lowered his eyes before Zhou Zhi noticed. The sunlight was too strong, and his long eyelashes cast a shadow, making it difficult to see his expression.