Chapter 142: Subordinate Female X Devil Male (4)

The gasp and a slight murmur came from Cen Simiao's mouth. She fluttered in Bai Muzhi's arms. She was as soft as boneless, panicked, and more shy.
Bai Muzhi's hand hadn't left, unlike the last time Cen Simiao's skirt was just blown onto his clothes, and she became angry. At this moment it seemed like he was in good spirits, with his eyes down, and rubbing on the softness.
At the time of the rockery garden, Cen Simiao ripped open her dress, exposing snow-white skin, and his heart seemed to be scratched by feathers, but was forgotten by force.
He rubbed thin cocoons on his fingertips because of martial arts all the year round, and touched Cen Simiao's chest directly, causing a tingling numbness. She clasped her clothes, her nails became white due to force, and her whole body trembled with fear.
But the more charming the beauty in the corners of the eyes, the more the eyes were hooked.
Bai Muzhi pulled her placket more open, stroking it with a little force, and it was especially soft to the touch. It was really comfortable, as expected.
Cen Simao's expression fell into his eyes, he was stubborn, clearly afraid, but desperately trying to please him.
He didn't like having nothing in his mind, but he hated it.
But Cen Simiao had a good mind, but he could see it at a glance.
He doesn't hate this.
Bai Mu's eyes were dark and suddenly felt irritable.
Cen Simao did not dare to resist, and was very obedient, especially obedient to him.
But suddenly his hand was released, Cen Simiao froze, looked up to see Bai Mu's expression was cold, and looked at his hand disgustedly: "Go."
The girl outside was holding a washbasin in her hand and wanted to go in to serve Bai Muzhi's wash, but when she heard the noise inside, she didn't dare to enter.
The girl asked the woman who was cleaning the house next to her, "When did the leader wake up?"
"For a while, she stayed there all night."
The girl glanced inside and didn't see anything. The woman was still whispering, "I don't know what she's doing, the leader told her ..."
The girl-in-law lowered her face: "What nonsense? She did something wrong and taught her to punish her. Where did she go?"
The woman was dissatisfied and wanted to refute, but did not dare, her face bowed with an unpleasant expression, and swept the floor hard.
Suddenly the dust rose, and the girl coughed twice, frowned, and patted the dust on the clothes. There was a voice calling her to go inside, and the girl-in-law hurriedly piled up a smiley face and went in respectfully.
The washbasin was placed on the shelf, and the aunt set up the hot towel, and was about to serve Bai Muzhi, and saw that he came over by himself, washing his hands with a cold face.
The girl didn't dare to go out beside her.
His hand rose from the basin, and the girl immediately passed over the towel, and Bai Mu frowned slightly. "Changing another basin of water."
Cen Simiao felt that her chest hurt so much. Why did she pinch her so hard? She lowered her head to gather her clothes, and her finger marks had not fallen.
The whole person was aggrieved.
The maidservant glanced at her quietly, and smiled silently.
The days of Xunyoujiao are too boring, and the girls will always gossip and talk. It didn't take long for Cen Simiao to climb up the bed, but it turned out to be an abandonment.
Cen Simiao didn't care at all, but acted more publicly than before. Other maidservants began to doubt the truth of the rumors, but saw that she had never been to Bai Muzhi's house to clean, and even the errand to take care of Liu Wuzhen was gone.
Obviously punished.
Cen Simao usually has a good relationship with them on the surface, but she looks very good on the surface, but she looks good and talks to Bai Muzhi several times. Although they didn't say anything, they didn't really taste it.
I found an opportunity this time.
Cen Simiao took the tea cup, just poured the hot tea, and braved her sleeves when the hot tea just poured, and the tea immediately fell on her hands, and the tea cup broke.
She had been burned on the back of her hand, but it was not good yet. She was burned again, and it hurt even more. Cen Simiao squeezed her lips tightly, looking at the girl who dragged her sleeve.
The girl-in-law widened her eyes: "I ... I didn't mean it."
Cen Simiao frowned.
The girl continued and said, "Why don't you be careful, when I drag you, you should remind me aloud."
Cen Simiao dropped her head.
Hearing again: "Hold some tea when you are holding the tea. This time you are scalded. What if it is scalded? I didn't see you take it ..."
Cen Simiao looked up, taunting between her brows, and snorted, "Yes, you are blind."
The girl didn't expect that she would say so, and she suddenly froze, then became angry, and opened her mouth to scold, but heard a crisp sound.
Cen Simiao dropped the teapot on the ground.
Yaya's scolding was blocked.
Immediately after that, there was a pain on her arm. Before she dropped the teapot, Cen Simao poured another cup of hot tea and poured it on the girl's arm.
The girl had a terrible expression of pain, sucked in the cold air, and held back the pain. She was about to beat, but was pushed away by Cen Simiao.
I heard her say, "You want to rectify me like this?"
The tone was full of irony.
Cen Simiao took advantage of the scald on her hand, and when no one was there, she went to Liu Wuzhen. These days she hasn't contacted Liu Wuzhen and deliberately kept him cold.
Instead, the new school took care of Liu Wuzhen's girl, and reluctantly ran to her and said two words that Liu Wuzhen asked her for good.
Cen Simiao was indifferent and just hummed.
The girl-in-law wanted her to do so, and she talked to Liu Wuzhen without any jealousy, all of which she said truthfully. Every time Liu heard it, she kept silent for a while, and then continued to let the girl say hello.
Cen Simao deliberately dressed up in the lotus, making her lips bloodless, plain clothes, and a thin waistband wrapped around her waist, weak and windy.
Liu Wuzhen was originally unhappy because of her indifference several times. After seeing it, guilt suddenly surged like a tide, and compassion almost drowned him.
His throat moved and his eyes softened: "I'm not in a position to find you, so let the girl come over and look, but she's useless and can't ask anything."
He paused again: "Are you okay?"
Cen Simiao looked up at him, and her eyes suddenly turned red, and tears fell, but she reluctantly pulled the corners of her mouth: "It's okay."
Liu Wuzhen's heart sank.
He opened his mouth and said, "I am ashamed of you."
Cen Simiao bit her lower lip, turned her face away, and twitched slightly.
Liu Wuzhen looked at her, with concern in his eyes and uneasiness: "Where did you hurt?"
Cen Simiao was stiff.
She turned to look at Liu Wuzhen, her tears were so severe, Liu Wuzhen's eyes were extremely gentle, and she finally rushed to hold his waist, crying buried in her chest.
"It hurts, your hands hurt."
The wound on Cen Simiao's hand was said to be vague, making Liu Wuzhen mistakenly think that it was caused by Bai Muzhi. The fight between the subordinates will never pass into the ear of the master, unless someone feels that they have suffered a lot, and take the initiative to sue.
So she was a little worried that she would be taken apart.
Liu Wuzhen looked at the injury that was just about to worsen, and became more serious. He squeezed his lips tightly, and his guilt became worse. The main thing is that he is angry with himself and wants a weak woman to be punished for doing things for him.
Cen Simiao just cried and said nothing.
Until Liu Wuzhen said in a deep voice that she no longer needed to look at Bai Muzhi for him, she stopped crying, her eyes widened, and her tears were still hanging on her cheeks.
The emotion in her eyes was particularly firm: "What should I do if I should do something to my son?"
Liu Wuzhen raised annoyance in his eyebrows, and just about to open his mouth, Cen Simiao raised his eyebrows with the hand he had bandaged, softening his voice: "My son treats me well, I'm willing."
Liu Wuzhang.
For the past few days, Cen Simiao didn't go to see him again. Instead, under the reminder of the system, all kinds of encounters with Bai Mu. Every time she pretended not to see Bai Muzhi.
At first Bai Muzhi ignored her.
Cen Simao was not discouraged, at least not to prevent her from appearing to him as before. Later, Bai Muzhi glanced at her, Cen Simiao still looked like she didn't notice it.
But not long after, she found that Bai Muzhi's gaze was always on his chest.
Ceng Simiao endured the cold wind and wore a tulle skirt. The fullness of her chest was exposed a lot. She was sitting in the pavilion, playing with the root lotus flower in her hands, and lowering her head pretending not to see Bai Muzhi not far away.
It took him a while to leave.
Cen Simiao bent her eyes.
It was so cold outside. She returned to the room and quickly took on her cotton clothes. The girl next to her saw it and looked down from her heart. Can't help but taunt a few words, which is particularly ugly.
Cen Simiao didn't want to care about it at first, but it became more and more overwhelming. Moreover, there were still people set up here, and she saw that her clothes had been torn again. She turned around, raised her eyebrows, and the girl tightened her body and was ready to fight with her.
But Cen Simiao went straight to the girl's dressing table, picked up the comb and rouge gouache, and smashed them all to the ground.
The girl suddenly stunned, and was particularly distressed when she reacted, grabbing Cen Simiao with a sullen expression, anxious to strangle her. Cen Simiao, however, stopped her with a backhand, snorted, and provoked: "Do n’t you spread my gossip all day long, and the leader hates me so much, why don't you dare to ask him to expel me? If you have the skills, you past."
The girl sighed in her heart. These things were smashed and she couldn't bear it. She was really hot and went to Bai Muzhi to sue.
After all, the steward does not have the right to chase people out.
When Bai Muzhi heard it, his expression paused, and the book was sorted out slowly, which really called Cen Simiao into speaking.
Cen Simiao went to Liu Wuzhen early after the girl left, and kept talking about her willingness, never regret, and then hurried away.
Liu Wuzhen was particularly uneasy, frowned, and followed.
He was a little slower, and Cen Simiao had already entered Bai Muzhi's room. Liu Wuzhen worried that she would be punished again, and wanted to go in to find Bai Muzhi and release her.
But I heard Cen Simiao's voice crying.
Cen Simiao was pulled open the placket, the skin of the red belly was white, Bai Muzhi stroked gently, and the clothes hanging on the shoulders slipped.
Expose the back of the bandaged hand.
He glanced: "What's going on?"
Cen Simiao pursed her lips without making a noise.
Cen Simiao couldn't help yelling when his hands became heavier.
Liu Wuzhen outside was very distressed.