"It's so late, the master won't be able to find me and will kill me!"
The drug had worn off and Hu Xinglin's servant woke up!
Then there was the obvious sound of someone getting up and running towards the main house.
Yan Zhuo was helpless. He gritted his teeth and could only use his remaining sanity to take Jiang Ying away and leave the Hu Mansion.
The weird thing is that he didn't take Jiang Ying back to the Duke's Mansion, but went to Feiyu's house instead.
Seeing the two of them, Aunt Peng, the cook on duty, was quite surprised. Why did they come here so late?
Yan Zhuo lowered his voice and said, "I am not feeling well. I am afraid that my illness will be passed on to the child. I want to recuperate at the house."
Jiang Ying was half-armed by him, and when the cold wind blew, most of her fantasies and emotions disappeared immediately.
But she didn't dare to refute him too obviously to save face.
The Dog Prince must be distracted now and wants to go further, hum!
Otherwise, I wouldn’t bring her to Feiyu’s house.
Aunt Peng nodded repeatedly, looking quite worried. "Well, did you bring Miss Jiang's medicine box? Have His Highness and Miss Jiang eaten yet? Otherwise, I'll make some light dishes. Although you have no appetite when you're sick, you need to eat even more. Otherwise, how can you have the energy to fight the disease?"
Yan Zhuo frowned. Does this cook have any sense at all?
He's so noisy, he really deserves to be hired by Jiang Yuanlang!
"Okay, go ahead and make it. We'll eat whatever you cook."
Dinner? It seems I didn’t eat it.
Empty stomach.
But at this moment, he didn't feel hungry at all. What he wanted more was another kind of ecstatic eating...
"Yingying, are you tired? Come, I will carry you away."
Although the prince's motives are not pure, his attitude is gentle and considerate, and there is nothing wrong with it.
This made Jiang Ying, who was about to throw cold water on him, suddenly change her mind and stretched out her hands to him with a smile, "Okay, Your Highness, I just can't walk anymore."
Yan Zhuo said happily, "Come on, I have plenty of strength."
In fact, he was still running a fever and feeling a little weak, but every man doesn't care about his reputation, especially at this time, he had to grit his teeth and embrace the beauty.
Finally, after much trouble and effort, he carried the person into the house and closed the door tightly. When he returned to the inner room and excitedly opened the bed curtain, he found that the person lying on the bed was not the little woman he had been thinking about, but a cold and terrifying corpse with a dagger stuck in its chest!
Yan Zhuo, "Ugh~"
He roared in a suppressed voice, "Jiang Ying, you...you come out right here!"
Jiang Ying huddled aside, clutching the bed frame with both hands, and said pitifully, "Your Highness, I'm sorry, I accidentally brought him back."
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
