This host can handle it, let her be the villain, she is the real deal

Chapter 327 Spring Breeze Proud of Horseshoe Disease, Seeing Chang’an Flowers in a Day (39)

Seeing that the man did not move, Shen Yue took the handle of the umbrella from Fu An's hand, covering Cheng Qiangong from the wind and rain outside.

Of course she knew what Cheng Qiangong was asking for, but she would not take the initiative to speak up. Now, the initiative is in her hands, and Shen Yue doesn't mind letting Cheng Qiangong touch ashes.

In fact, Shen Yue shouldn't come out as soon as it rains, this will only make people see the flaws, and see that she will soften her heart.

But Shen Yue knew that Cheng Qiangong was very stubborn, and he might not leave until he fainted. Instead of doing this, it's better to let him suffer less.

The two of them were very close, and Shen Yue could feel the cold air emanating from the man's body, a white and delicate face was expressionless, and the long and thick eyelashes seemed to be smudged with a halo of light.

The full and bright red lips were pursed.

Just look at the appearance -

Fragile and beautiful, pale and rich, like a rose that can be plucked with bare hands.

But in fact, her heart is completely opposite to her appearance, vicious and vicious.

She was a little unhappy because Cheng Qiangong was fighting her for others.

Cheng Qiangong stood still, and did not break away from Shen Yue's hand. Perhaps he was begging for something, so he endured the discomfort. His handsome and fair face was like a jade carving, and his tone was slightly chilled: "Your Highness, I have something to ask for. .”

He knew what he wanted.

Suppressing the soreness in her heart, Shen Yue raised her dark and moist eyes and looked at Cheng Qiangong, "Say it."

As soft as a feather, her voice is as gorgeous as extravagant jade beads falling on a plate, her eyes are gentle and focused, as if staring at... the person she loves the most.

Cheng Qiangong's gaze shifted slightly, and for some reason he dodged a little. He turned his face sideways, his skin was cold and white, his perfect side face was sharp and angular, and there was a bit of coldness between his eyebrows and eyes, which made people think of the cold snow and ice.

He didn't even want to look at her.

"I beg Your Highness to spare the prince's life."

Cheng Qiangong always behaved like this, he never made any detours in front of Shen Yue, perhaps because he was confident, but to be honest, there was no cover-up.

I don't know if it was because I was too confident that I dared to come to Shen Yue alone, begging her to spare the prince's life.

Who doesn't know that the fourth prince and the crown prince are deadly enemies, they are enemies, you die or I live, letting the prince go is like letting the tiger go back to the mountain.

Who is Cheng Qiangong?
Where did he have the confidence to think that Shen Yue would agree?

However, Cheng Qiangong accidentally grabbed Shen Yue's seven inches.

A cold and soft hand was raised.

That hand was slender and graceful, and the knuckles were crystal clear like snow.

Gently stroking his face, and then straightening his sideways face, the man's face was stern, his thin lips were pursed into a straight line, as if he could not bear the humiliation, he lowered his black eyelashes, covering the eyes. look.

Shen Yue slightly bent her bright red lips, beautiful and thin, as if she was careless.

"Then what do you give in exchange? For the prince's life."

The warm fingers were like cold jade, walking on his face, extremely ambiguous and provocative.

What she meant was self-evident.

It was expected, since Cheng Qiangong had already decided to come, he had already thought of all the countermeasures, he had always been able to bear it, and these humiliations were nothing to him at all.

He grabbed Shen Yue's slender wrist, twitched his slender eyelashes twice, then raised his eyes, and said in a frosty tone, "Take me for it."

Cheng Qiangong paused, as if he felt that his tone was too indifferent, so he restrained his ruthlessness a little, his voice became softer, and asked: "Your Highness, is it enough?"

Shen Yue's fingers froze imperceptibly, she stared at the man in front of her seriously, trying to detect a different emotion from his face.

But the result was very disappointing.

Cheng Qiangong was calm and peaceful, still beautiful and beautiful, and his son was like jade.

On the contrary, Shen Yue was a little embarrassed.

Shen Yue had the person she always wanted, but she didn't feel much joy in her heart, because she knew it wasn't true.

At this moment, Shen Yue only felt that her heart was being swallowed by darkness bit by bit.

She just doesn't understand why the same people have different fates?

Some people really dare not compare.

Shen Yue laughed, and in her black eyes, which were like a quiet lake, there was a kind of dazzling light called breathtaking.

Her voice is soft and gentle.

"Of course it's enough. From now on, you can stay by my side."

Shen Yue's smile always has a sense of coldness, as if there is no one she cares about in the world, nor is there anything she misses.

He treated Ruyu's son lazily and casually, as if Cheng Qiangong was a cute thing.

Maybe it doesn't make a difference.

Cheng Qiangong closed his eyes slightly, feeling a hostility in his chest.

He thought he would be indifferent, but he still overestimated himself after all.

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The breeze gently blows the curtains and gauze curtains, stirring the Jinduo hanging under the eaves, making a lingling sound.

Cheng Qiangong changed into clean clothes, and his hair was half wet behind him.

The candles in the room are flickering, the hanging curtains are half-reflected, and the faintly rising incense is wafting leisurely, which makes people feel lazy and tired.

Seeing that the man's hair was wet, Shen Yue ignored it, fearing that he would catch a cold, took a clean white cloth, just walked in, and saw the man with his head down, stiffly taking off the dry clothes he had just put on.

Unexpectedly, Cheng Qiangong would do this at all, Shen Yue clenched the white cloth tightly in her hand, didn't make a sound to stop, but watched quietly.

In the end, all that was left of the man was a thin shirt. Maybe he still couldn't pass the test in his heart after all. He didn't move any more, standing straight like a pine tree.

The slightly heavy breathing was indescribably oppressive and dark in the silent room.

The delicate fourth prince walked towards the man lazily and lazily. She could feel the tense muscles of the man.

The distance between the two of them was shortened, Cheng Qiangong's breathing became more and more heavy, and the fingers hanging by his side turned white.

Then--

Shen Yue passed him and came behind him, gently wiping his dripping long hair with a clean white cloth.

Cheng Qiangong's pupils shrank suddenly, his Adam's apple rolled, and he stood there, as if he was stupid, without responding for a long time.

It didn't occur to him--

Unexpectedly, Shen Yue simply wiped his hair for him.

Cheng Qiangong was stunned, his heart trembled, and an inexplicable heat surged from the bottom of his heart.

Because of the momentary aphasia, Cheng Qiangong neither resisted nor avoided, but obediently stood where he was, allowing Shen Yue to wipe his hair for him.

Meticulously drying his hair, Shen Yue put the white cloth aside, then touched his face with warm hands, like a feather passing by.

Under the warm candlelight, the eyelashes on the snow-white face were thick and curled, and the red lips were full and bright red, "Is it cold?"

It's still raining outside, but it's not cold at all inside.

(End of this chapter)