The voice was hoarse and low, with a hint of asking for a beating.
This sound was like the clarion call of a war song.
Xianjin excitedly threw the pen aside, without even looking at who was there, he stood up and started to scold, "No! Qiao Baoyuan, are you sick? Do you have some kind of disease that burns when exposed to light? Is a boudoir for a useless vase not a boudoir anymore?"
Xianjin was in a dilemma of not being able to find a bald head to scratch his itch when writing an article, and he just vented his frustration of not being able to write an article.
After venting his anger, Xian Jin felt refreshed. He looked up and saw Qiao Hui leaning against the window frame with a smile on his face. Behind his broad and strong shoulders was the beautiful crescent moon.
After being scolded, Qiao Hui instantly felt refreshed, and the fatigue from traveling all night was swept away - in short, after being scolded, he felt comfortable all over.
"Alright, alright." Qiao Hui didn't even look at the useless vase's boudoir, "I just got off the horse!"
As he spoke, he extended his shoulder and said, "Smell it, there's still the smell of the capital on the clothes!"
Before Xianjin stretched his neck, a fresh scent of soapberry and night dew hit his nose. It was okay, without the usual sweaty smell of men. "What does the capital smell like?"
"The disgusting sinful atmosphere of decadence and extravagance!"
Qiao Hui held his head high and said righteously, "I am not sworn enemies of evil!"
Xianjin laughed out loud, "Did you come back on horseback?"
"Seven days and six nights! No sleep or rest!" Qiao Hui did not retract her chest.
Seven days and six nights?
"Why are you in such a hurry?" Xianjin handed Qiao Hui a cup of warm water, "I won't serve you tea tonight, go back and have a good sleep later."
Qiao Hui didn't dare to tell the real reason. Seeing Xianjin laughing, he also laughed, reached out to take the cup, raised his head and drank a sip, frowned, "What kind of hero drinks hot water?"
Then he naturally and familiarly put half of his upper body into the window frame, reached out to treat himself to a glass of cold boiled water, drank it all in one gulp, and said with a sigh of satisfaction, "Ganlu, it's really nectar!"
Xianjin:...
Good man, that was her cup, filled with the boiled water she had just finished drinking.
Forget it, Xianjin didn’t intend to expose the fact that this guy was drinking her saliva.
Xianjin didn't notice that this guy didn't answer her question just now. She turned around, opened the door, and asked him to come in and sit down: After seven days and six nights of horse racing, his thighs are all rubbed raw!
"What are you doing back?" Xianjin originally wanted to ask Qiao Hui to sit in the more spacious armchair.
Before he even opened his mouth, this guy very consciously leaned over to sit in the rocking chair. He was wearing a simple black outfit, with his legs slightly apart, making his legs look very long, his waist very thin, and his shoulders very broad.
Xianjin frowned in confusion.
Is it her illusion?
Why does it feel like Qiao Hui is bigger?
"The itinerary was for Yingtian Prefecture. I left early and was thinking of coming back to take a look."
you.
Qiao Hui silently added a word at the end of the sentence.
He reached out and touched an orange on the side table, lowered his head, and slowly peeled the orange, "You left the Chen family?"
Xianjin said, "Hmm," and said, "I came out the day before yesterday."
The rocking chair is just right for Xianjin. She likes this bamboo rocking chair very much. Her mother Zhang felt sorry for her because she had to work at a desk for a long time and her waist and neck were always tense, so she specially asked a carpenter and a bamboo craftsman to jointly make it for her.
The waist, back and hips all fit her own curves perfectly. Once she sits on it, it's like a wooden tenon, and it fits tightly to her body. It is very ergonomic.
In addition, Xianjin placed it under a square old wooden window frame. No matter in the afternoon or evening, when the window frame was slightly opened, the fresh air and the rustling sound of the orange trees outside the yard would come in through the gap, which was very comfortable.
Well, just right for Xianjin.
For Qiao Hui, it was as awkward as if her miniskirt was being worn by a muscular man.
Xianjin felt a little sorry for her squeaky and fragile rocking chair.
She felt bad, but she was a good friend, so she didn't say it.
Leaving behind the fragile rocking chair, bearing everything.
Xianjin looked away.
Qiao Hui nodded slightly, put the peeled orange flesh intact on the orange peel, and handed it to Xianjin, "It's good that it's out. The Chen family is like an old carriage. Even if you are a sweat-blood horse, it's hard to drag it. It's much more cost-effective to cut losses at the right time than to be stuck with it for a long time and lose money."
Are you a stock trader?
Xianjin curled his lips, peeled a piece of orange and put it into his mouth. It tasted sweet and delicious.
"It's a pity that it didn't come out so well. Some parts could have been done better, but because of my negligence, they were not so perfect - my father's legs suffered a lot." Xianjin ate another orange slice and said casually, "Brother Haixing told you everything, right?"
Unexpectedly, Qiao Hui shook his head. "No, I asked him to follow you. He is your man and must be loyal to you. After delivering the last letter, I told him not to inform me of your actions."
Qiao Hui saw Xianjin eating the orange decisively, so he reached for the orange again, no longer slow and slow, lowered his head and peeled the orange faster, "I'm not a pervert, why should I monitor your whereabouts all the time?"
Xianjin smiled and nodded, "That's true." He added, "Now that this matter is over, please let Brother Haixing go back. I'm just a small businessman and I don't need such a powerful bodyguard."
Qiao Hui quickly handed the peeled orange to Xianjin and repeated what he had just said, "I gave him to you, so he is yours and must be loyal to you. The child is the youngest on the pirate ship. He has been touching knives since he was born and has killed people since he opened his eyes. He will live a peaceful life with you for a few years. Marry him when you see the right opportunity."
OK.
Xianjin no longer refused and said with a smile, "Then I will send this boy to study. He has good handwriting and a fair complexion. Maybe he can become an accountant in the future."
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