The decent boss always wants to attack me

"Master, let's call your servant Tweety..."

"No, young master, Madam said, you can't eat meat."

"Master, come and taste it, and see how this dish is!"

This is probably the first time he came to this world, the girl who made him feel real emotions.

Make him feel alive and cared about.

This kind of concern has nothing to do with cultivation, it's not that he exchanged half his life for his goodwill with Chu Xiu, nor is it that he is printed in a mold like other servants.

The way the little maid blushed, the way he pushed her to go to the dining room to change the dishes, and the way she smiled cutely, flashed in his mind like a revolving lantern.

In the end, it turned into that terribly swollen face, with blood foaming on its face and lips and tongue turned out.

When she was about to be strangled to death, she might have blushed and desperately grabbed the rope to escape, or she might have begged for mercy with tears on her face.

perhaps......

"Master...save me..."

He opened his eyes suddenly.

She may have asked herself for help.

In Yexiang's car.

The rumbling of the wheels, the white traces of the wooden planks on the ground, the harsh sound was mixed with an extremely faint sound of nails scratching the wooden box.

The girl was tied hand and foot, and thrown into the stinking Yexiang car. Her mouth was blocked with a dirty sackcloth, which was about to be pushed into her throat.

When she was dying, she suddenly heard a familiar voice.

"what is this?"

The drowsy eyes suddenly opened, like the light in the abyss, or the wild goose finding shelter in the heavy snow.

She struggled to crawl to the edge of the black box, and pulled out the dirty cloth with her arms. The rough cloth ran across her delicate throat. She held back the disgusting desire and shouted in a hoarse voice: "Master..."

"Master, help me..."

Shouting with all their might, it was probably only slightly louder than the sound of a mosquito.

"Master, this is Yexiang car."

Ridiculously, the sound also overlaps.

She didn't give up, desperately scratched the edge of the wooden box with her nails, and moved the corner of her clothes to get the attention of the person outside.

This movement was not simple. The gap in the wooden box was very small. She carefully moved her legs under the tilted wooden box, trying her best to control her trembling ankles, and the hem of the dress slipped out of a corner smoothly.

She pressed her ear tightly to the wooden box.

The young master's cold voice came from across the board: "Go."

The girl collapsed, she called out over and over again in a hoarse voice, hit the wooden box with her shoulder, leaving bloodstains on the wooden board with her fingertips, but was covered by the loud sound of wheels.

The sound is getting farther and farther.

She heard someone calling Young Master Bai Qing.

It was very light, but her tear ducts were opened, hot tears ran across her face, one after another, she could almost taste the salty taste.

The stench in the car seemed to never be smelled again, and the corner of the white clothes that had been stuffed back in a hurry was extremely ironic in the eyes of the girl.

She knew what would greet her.

Bai Qing raised his hand to cover his forehead, breathing heavily.

He had a terrible sore throat.

The suffocating feeling of being wrapped around his heart has disappeared, and what wraps him is another emotion.

remorse.

The old blue book in his hand was crumpled into a ball of crumpled paper, and he threw out the pile of waste paper, the rainwater and ink stains dissolved into a pool of black-gray smudges.

The yellowed paper was quickly smashed by the rainstorm, like the soybean dregs filtered out of a soybean milk machine, the coarse gravel was soft and rotten.

After staring blankly for an unknown amount of time, he was awakened by the anxious voice of the boy.

"Don't cry, Bai Qing..."

How could the young master cry.

But he couldn't laugh at the moment, so he rubbed the boy's head: "Are you stupid? Why would I cry?"

The voice is hoarse and nasal.

Chu Xiu was silent. He stretched out his hand to pull Bai Qing, and rested his pointed chin on his shoulder. The youthful voice hadn't completely faded away.

"I'll be with you from now on."

The young master visibly froze.

He didn't speak, and patted Chu Xiu's back casually, which was firm to the touch, more mature than the skeleton of an ordinary boy.

This shot was full of perfunctory and rejection.

Following his movements, the boy's eyes were covered with frost little by little, and he quickly returned to normal when he let go of Bai Qing.

Chu Xiu scratched his face with his thumb, and his rough fingertips brushed over his skin, making it soft and cold.

A little damp.

Bai Qing's pupils trembled again.

He lowered his face and wiped off the wet unknown liquid on his face: "I could have saved her."

"It's none of your business."

The young master smiled softly: "You should say that I am an accomplice."

There was a glint of haze in Chu Xiu's amber eyes.

Bai Qing stood up, and he didn't know who he was saying to: "It's right, my procrastination problem really needs to be restrained. Once I hesitate about some things, it will really be a lifetime."

The ditang flowers, which longed for the nourishment of the rain and dew, were washed away by the torrential rain after a short period of respite, and the lace curled up slightly, climbing on the brown wattles that had lost their vitality.

Bai Qing's eyes were a little cold.

He opened the umbrella and just went out, the umbrella surface was blown off.

......

Chu Xiu took the umbrella from his hand, brushed the paper umbrella with his slender fingertips, and it returned to its original state in an instant.

He leaned the umbrella a little towards Bai Lean's body, and said in a flat voice, "Where are you going?"

This fragile umbrella became much stronger in Chu Xiu's hands, and it didn't bend even when the storm came up.

"Fate Moon Pavilion."

Chu Xiu let out a soft 'en' from his throat.

He didn't ask, but he knew exactly what Bai Qing was going to do.

His purpose has been achieved.

Yuanyue Pavilion is a good place, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is the most elegant loft in the entire White Mansion.

Sitting north facing south, the pavilions are tall and the veils are drooping. On a sunny day, he can already imagine Feng Youyi playing the piano and painting in the pavilion.

What a beautiful lady.

Along the cobblestone path, the pebbles are washed by the rain, making them smoother and slipperier.

The door of Yuanyue Pavilion was closed tightly, but the window of Xiaoxuan beside it was not closed. The water green veil fluttered with the cold wind, and there were faint coughs from inside.

Really caught a cold?

"Master, you are here!"

The maid who was about to close the window saw Bai Qing coming over, her face was happy, probably because she thought of the corpse brought back to the house from outside in the afternoon, and she immediately showed a little worry.

It's really strange, even though she is a girl from the Bai Mansion, she treats Feng Youyi like her own master.

"Tipping..."

The Eldest Young Master looked at the weak beauty leaning on the roof, she obviously lost her former energy, her complexion was pale, she was still holding a square handkerchief in one hand, covering her mouth and coughing lightly from time to time.

Feng Youyi's smile was cold on her lips when she saw Chu Xiu.

The young man didn't give Feng Youyi a straight look, and just stood silently behind Bai Qing, acting as a human-shaped pillar.

Bai Qing looked around: "Didn't you say that the maid from my courtyard was transferred here, why didn't you see her?"

She covered her lips and coughed a few times, and said softly: "Today, I heard people talking about Tweety'er, and thinking of how lonely you are, I called them all back."

There is nothing wrong with this statement.

"Even though I came from my residence, I didn't see anyone."

Feng Youyi lowered her eyes: "I should have gone to the porter to explain the matter, and it will be over after the explanation is done."

Bai Qing raised his eyebrows.

Miss Feng raised her head, blushing a little on her face, and said angrily: "Qingqing, you came to see me, why don't you care about others at all, and just ask about servants."

"I'm not here to see you, but I just have a few words to ask Han #哥#儿#全#理#you."

Feng Youyi was dumb, even if Bai Qing didn't like her in the past, he would still take care of her face.

"I heard that you brought the servants who left the White Mansion without permission from Yongguan?"

"Yes."

She answered very straightforwardly, and Bai Qing was a little surprised.

Since she is so direct, she can't lose.

The eldest young master raised his chin: "You did what happened to Tweety?"

There was no joy or anger in his expression, just the same as usual, just a cold face, Feng Youyi heard that the young master personally investigated this matter in Jiwutang, but he didn't know what was going on in his heart.

According to Bai Qing's temperament, it is impossible for him to tear himself apart with the Fengyue faction behind her just because of a mere maid.

Thinking of this, Feng Youyi's heart gradually calmed down, and she admitted it openly: "It's me."

The thickness of her skin shocked the young master again.

It didn't take long for Bai Qing to understand that it wasn't that she was thick-skinned, it was that she did this kind of thing too much and didn't take it seriously at all.

Tweety's smiling face dangled in front of him again, Bai Qing said with a wry smile: "Understood, let's cancel the engagement."

He didn't want to talk to them anymore, not even one.

We have different worldviews, so how can we talk together.

The veil in Feng Youyi's hand slipped to the ground, her eyes were full of disbelief, and the blood on her face faded: "What did you say?"

Bai Qing kindly repeated: "Engagement, cancel it."

She yelled out in a shrill voice: "Qingqing! How can you... you have no say in this matter! Why do you cancel it when you say it? Did you ask my father about it?"

The eldest young master rolled his eyes: "The engagement is between you and me, not your father and me, so why ask his opinion?"

As he spoke, he frowned and patted Feng Youyi's wrinkled clothes a few times, this action was self-evident.

This sentence is very tricky, and there is some truth in it.

Feng Youyi stood up suddenly and threw all the tea sets on the table to the ground, making a mess on the ground. At this time, there was no trace of sickness.

She pointed her fingertips at the young master: "Bai Qing, you want to cancel your engagement with me just because of a maid??"

"Don't forget, when you lost your spiritual roots, I was the one who said that I would marry you and let you have a place in the cultivation world. Now that you have recovered your spiritual power, you are going to push me away?"

The piercing sound echoed in the room.

Bai Qing turned his face away and took a step aside. He didn't know when something that never happened could become a reason for moral kidnapping.

The young master laughed again: "I won't take a woman with her life on her hands."

He always hides as far away as this kind of femme fatale, Bai Qing didn't even bother to question her.

Feng Youyi's face turned from white to red, reminding him of white tofu stained with blood.

He didn't look at Feng Youyi again, and he didn't want to communicate with her too much. After all, he came here to tell her the established facts, not to argue with her.

When he walked outside the door, the umbrella was propped up on top of his head in due course, and Bai Qing remembered that there was Chu Xiu beside him.

He said in a calm voice that everyone in the room could hear: "Chu Xiu, order me to go down, those three servants must be captured and taken care of by family law."

The boy's lips curved slightly, and he said in a low voice, "Yes, young master."

He suddenly liked being called Master Bai Qing a little bit.