Chapter 12 The master's farmhand carried away the concubine brought for good luck.
Baozhu, who was in the courtyard, didn't know how she got back to her room.
When she woke up, she found herself in bed with Xuanfeng still squatting on her pillow.
It looks like a little hen.
How did I get back to my room?
Xuanfeng opened her eyes and glanced at her, as if she were calling her an idiot.
"Could someone have carried me back to my room? That's impossible, I'll definitely wake up."
The cockatoo hid its head inside its wings.
It was just worried that the girl would catch a cold.
A little magic is also acceptable.
"Oh no, Aunt Song."
Baozhu jumped up and ran to the door of Aunt Song's room. Just as she was about to knock, the door was suddenly opened and Ji Huaizhi walked out.
"Ah!" Baozhu clutched her chest. "You scared me!"
"Why are you going to Aunt Song's room so early? Is she up yet?"
Ji Huaizhi: Not yet, don't wake her up, I'll go call her for breakfast.
After saying that, he left after missing the precious pearl.
At this moment, the black phoenix also flew out and landed on Baozhu's head.
"No, Aunt Song hasn't gotten up yet, how could he enter Aunt Song's room?"
"What kind of behavior is this?"
"lecher!"
After saying that, he quietly pushed the door open and went in to check to make sure that Aunt Song really hadn't gotten up yet.
When the door was opened, the room was in a mess, with pieces of debris on the floor.
Looking at the bed that was faintly visible in the inner room, Baozhu seemed to see Aunt Song's snow-white shoulders.
Blushing, she went out and closed the door.
Only then did he dare to breathe loudly.
"Yesterday... Could it be that Engineer Ji didn't come out all night?"
After thinking about it carefully, it seems that he was wearing the same blue shirt yesterday.
His expression grew increasingly terrified.
Xuanfeng pecked her head to clear her mind.
Baozhu reached out and took Xuanfeng down: "Your master... actually..."
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Song Jiao opened her eyes groggily, and slowly got up after recovering.
He looked out and called out, "Baozhu."
Hearing the door open, she realized it wouldn't be appropriate for Baozhu to see her like this.
He quickly added, "No need, don't come in yet, I'll call you in a bit."
Then came the sound of the door closing.
She only realized her voice was hoarse and her throat felt like it was on fire after she breathed a sigh of relief.
She couldn't help but think of the scene from last night, and she still remembered the man whispering in her ear:
"From now on, you will be in charge of all things at home, except for this time when you have to listen to me."
Song Jiao shook off these images, and as she stood up, the silk quilt slipped off her body.
Her snow-white skin, bearing the marks of her previous work, was revealed.
Suddenly a glass of water appeared in front of me.
Looking up, I saw Ji Huaizhi, who had already changed his clothes.
"When...when did you come in?"
Ji Huaizhi: "I've been outside the door the whole time. I came in when I heard you call Baozhu."
Song Jiao was extremely embarrassed, but the other person still handed the water glass forward a little without changing their expression.
"To moisten your throat."
Song Jiao's face turned even redder, but seeing that he had no intention of leaving, she had no choice but to reach out a hand to take the water and drink it first.
After she finished drinking, Ji Huaizhi took the cup and put it aside.
I helped her wash up and change her clothes.
Song Jiao was very uncomfortable: "What if people outside see you come in..."
"Don't worry, there's no one outside."
Ji Huaizhi clumsily helped her change her clothes: "Baozhu is playing with Xuanfeng at the gate of the courtyard."
Breakfast was also prepared by the kitchen at Ji Huaizhi's request.
Song Jiao pulled him to sit down and eat with her. After the meal, Song Jiao chased Ji Huaizhi away.
After last night, the man seemed to be obsessed with her.
He couldn't leave her for a moment, and his gaze followed her every move.
If there were other people around, they would definitely be able to tell what was going on between them.
After Ji Huaizhi left, Baozhu hesitated to speak.
Song Jiao pretended not to see it.
She didn't think she and Ji Huaizhi had done anything wrong.
They were of one mind.
It's just out of step with the times.
While gazing out the window in a daze, Song Jiao looked at the square courtyard outside.
to be honest.
She no longer feels as depressed as before.
Instead, a serene smile graced her lips.
When Jia Chenghua came in, he immediately saw this scene.
The woman leaned against the windowsill with one hand, looking out the window, the light and shadow casting shadows on her superior face.
It's breathtakingly beautiful.
A gentle breeze was blowing.
It seemed as if they could sense the sorrow in the other person's heart.
Jia Chenghua was immediately stunned.
When Baozhu saw the young master suddenly appear in the courtyard, she quickly called out, "Young master, what are you doing here? This is the backyard, it's against the rules."
Jia Chenghua's mood was dampened.
He frowned, bent down, and kicked her: "Get lost!"
"You've spoiled my good mood."
"Ah!" Baozhu was kicked.
Jia Chenghua straightened his clothes: "In the Jia family, I am the rule."
Startled, Song Jiao got up and went out when she heard Baozhu's voice.
Jia Chenghua noticed that the beautiful woman was no longer there.
He straightened his clothes, opened his fan, and waited in place.
When Song Jiao came out, her tone was cold and hard: "Baozhu, come here."
Baozhu immediately came up behind Aunt Song: "This is the master's eldest son, the eldest son."
Jia Chenghua, fanning himself and tilting his chin up, said, "It is indeed I, Miss Song. She is indeed a beauty of unparalleled grace."
"I want Chenghua to just keep watching you like this."
Baozhu stared wide-eyed, seemingly not expecting the other person to say such a thing.
Song Jiao narrowed her eyes and took the water ladle from the watering worker next to her.
"Get out of here! What kind of person dares to lay a hand on the people around me?"
"You look just like your father, a whole family of filthy things."
"Smack."
A ladle of water was poured directly onto Jia Chenghua's face.
He had never seen such a rude woman before.
The insults were incredibly harsh; he had never been treated like that before.
That's simply incomprehensible.
"You! Rude! You've wasted your handsome face!" Jia Chenghua's face was soaked.
"She's no different from a shrew from the streets."
"I'm just a shrew from the streets."
Ji Huaizhi flicked his finger, and the black phoenix flew behind Jia Chenghua.
Baozhu was terrified that Xuanfeng would be trampled to death.
Unexpectedly, Song Jiao and Baozhu saw smoke coming from Jia Chenghua's buttocks.
Unfortunately, Jia Chenghua did not notice what was behind him.
"You just wait, you'll come begging to me." He threatened Aunt Song.
Aunt Song: "I beg you to die!"
Jia Chenghua had never been treated like this before.
He snorted coldly: "Then I hope you can stay this stubborn forever."
After making those harsh remarks, he turned and left.
Jia Chenghua was completely unaware of what was behind him; he just felt a little hot.
Her father said he would call her over tomorrow to deal with her.
Since that's the case, let her have some fun tonight so she can set off early tomorrow.
Song Jiao and Baozhu exchanged a glance, their smiles barely concealed.
"His butt is on fire."
Baozhu nodded: "He won't come back to cause trouble for us, will he?"
Song Jiao looked at Ji Huaizhi, with Xuan Feng standing on his shoulder.
"You did it? What's behind him...?" Song Jiao asked.
“He bullied you.” Ji Huaizhi did not deny it, and after looking at Baozhu, he continued, “And Baozhu too.”
Baozhu knew that she was just an afterthought.
They didn't care.
"Did Xuanfeng really listen to you and not burn it?"
He reached out to call Xuanfeng over, but then he heard Jia Chenghua's panicked voice outside.
Upon hearing this, Song Jiao's laughter grew wider and wider: "Serves him right, he should be burned to death."
"Ah! Young master, there's fire!"
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