The decent boss always wants to attack me

After Bai Qing left Yuanyue Pavilion, his face turned cold.

He suddenly turned his head and asked the boy: "When Ji Wutang attacked you in those few days, she was there?"

Chu Xiu's hand holding the umbrella handle tightened slightly, and he looked straight ahead: "Yes."

The young master stopped.

Chu Xiu casually walked a few steps forward, and suddenly realized that there was no one around, so he hurried back to hold an umbrella for him.

He couldn't see it when he was walking beside him, but Bai Qing only saw it when he turned around. At this moment, half of the young man's body was soaked by the rain.

He couldn't say a word for a long time.

Bai Qing remained silent, the young man exerted more force in his hands, and his fingertips turned blue.

He is nervous.

With a heavy shoulder, he looked up and saw the young master's eyes were sincere, with guilt on his face: "I'm sorry, I should have settled this matter earlier."

Chu Xiu was taken aback for a moment, then relaxed a little, and said softly, "It's nothing."

All the way silent.

When they parted, Bai Qing's expression remained the same.

Unexpectedly, Chu Xiu couldn't see the young master for three days after leaving.

He locked himself in his room for three days.

No one was seen, and the food was delivered to the door, but there was no shortage. Every time Chu Xiu wanted to break in, he would hear his voice.

"I'm very good."

So the boy came several times a day to confirm that he was really fine.

By the evening of the third day, Bai Qing didn't say that.

Chu Xiu knocked on the door a few more times, but there was still no sound inside.

When he was about to kick the door open, he barely stopped, and turned his target to the wooden window.

The young man crept in through the window, and at a glance he saw Bai Qing lying on the table who was drunk like mud.

The room was dim and dark, and the soaring smell of alcohol was about to make people faint, and there were many empty wine jars, large and small, piled up on the ground.

"Bai Qing?"

The eldest young master hasn't tied his hair up for a few days, but it's not messy, it's still as silky as satin. ?寒@燕@儿@议@狐

His face was red to the tips of his ears, his eyes were drunk, as if he heard someone calling him, he sat up in a jerk, smiling foolishly.

Chu Xiu heard the man muttering something, so he moved closer.

"Huh... sorry..."

"Hahaha...it's my fault."

He was laughing, but it was uglier than crying.

Chu Xiu lowered his face and grabbed the wine jar in his hand: "You are drunk."

The eldest young master smiled and his face was covered with tears, he squinted: "Tweety?"

The boy didn't make a sound.

"I didn't know you were in there, I really didn't know..."

"Sorry, it's all because of me, I could have saved you, I could have saved you..."

"Ha...hahaha, it's so funny."

Chu Xiu frowned, grabbed him, and said louder, "This has nothing to do with you!"

Bai Qing's nose was red, his eyes were blurred, but he could also feel that the person in front of him seemed to be arguing with him, and shouted in a voice ten times louder than his: "Why doesn't it matter to me!!"

How come it has nothing to do with me...

He lowered his head and muttered to himself: "I heard it, I heard it, I should have found out earlier, she is asking me for help."

"I... am a desperate person."

"It's me...it's all my fault, if it wasn't for me, she wouldn't have died at all..."

He covered his face, and a hoarse and broken voice came from between his fingers: "Crazy, you crazy people, this world is all fake, deceiving..."

Chu Xiu stepped forward to hold him down, and shouted, "Bai Qing, stop talking."

The young master turned a deaf ear to it, and shook off his hand vigorously, knocking down a few empty wine jars on the table: "...Imprisonment, what task, my...relationship,...just...dead ..,...it doesn't matter..."

His voice was intermittent, and the young man couldn't hear it clearly, but the trembling ending made people's heart tug inexplicably.

The man's nasal voice was so heavy that he didn't know whether he was crying like this or drinking like this. The corners of his eyes were red, and he kept repeating: "I want to go back...I must go back...ha, go back..."

In the end, there was no sound, only the lips were still opening and closing.

Even though he knew that Bai Qing was talking crazy when he was drunk, the boy was still shocked when he heard the last sentence.

His face was so ugly that he slowly bent down and stared intently at the drunk and unconscious Bai Qing: "Master, where are you going back?"

The young master didn't say a word.

Chu Xiu's back molars were a bit sore from being bitten by himself, he let out a breath of foul air slowly, and the person in front of him fell down on the table with a bang, and fell into a deep sleep.

The fire in my heart was extinguished by the sand.

He didn't expect Bai Qing to react so strongly to this matter.

He thought that Bai Qing had reached the limit of what he could do if he wanted to investigate this matter himself.

Is Bai Qing a fool to take all the responsibility on himself?

The person on the table hiccupped suddenly, raised his hand and rubbed the tip of his nose vigorously, then slammed into the table with a muffled sound, and held on tightly to the wine jar, refusing to let go.

......

He moved his lips, and said two words lightly in his mouth:

idiot.

He took the half jar of wine away from Bai Qing's hand, and brushed his fingertips over the smooth sapphire-like mouth of the jar, with some wine stains remaining on it.

The strong aroma of wine rushed into his nostrils, he raised the wine jar, and took a sip lightly on the stained part of his lips.

The wine is very pure and very spicy, and the orchid musk wafting from the tip of the nose is fragrant.

When he confirmed that there was not a drop of wine left in the room, he turned out the window.

When Bai Qing was awake, the room was filled with smoke and smog, as if a fire had just broken out.

He stood up and was about to open the door, but he tripped over the wine jar at his feet, and the world spun with a tinkling of bells.

My back hurts, my legs hurt, my head hurts, and I'm still sitting on the empty wine jar.

"hiss."

Pain to the tailbone.

He sat on the ground and didn't know where to rub it, it was as if he was dragged out and beaten up.

The door was kicked open suddenly.

"Bai Qing?"

The young master was very confused, and he didn't remember where he was until that person stepped forward to help him up.

Damn, 502 lost contact.

He was left here.

He always disliked the 502 as being unreliable, but he was a little at a loss without it.

Chu Xiu helped him up, and silently went outside the door to bring a bowl of soup that was the same color as overnight pork rib soup.

He didn't speak, and pushed the bowl of yellow liquid to Bai Qing: "Drink it."

The young master's expression was terrified: "...No."

Bai Qing's eyes darkened, and the young man's hand came towards his forehead, and he didn't dare to move.

It's impossible, when he tilted his head, the hand flew away, and Chu Xiu's face turned black at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Conjunctivitis seems to have faint signs of attack.

Bai Qing's desire to survive was extremely strong, so he obediently moved his head towards him, and said doglegly, "What's wrong?"

The young man's complexion improved a bit, but he still smelled bad. He poked Bai Qing's forehead and asked sullenly, "Doesn't it hurt?"

The young master immediately looked down: "It hurts, it hurts everywhere, did someone sneak in yesterday and beat me up?"

Chu Xiu paused with his fingertips, his eyes wandering: "Who dares to beat you in Baifu, since he knows it hurts, he drinks it."

The young master didn't want to drink, and he didn't dare to show a disgusted expression.

He asked softly, "What is this?"

"Solution soup."

"Oh."

Bai Qing picked up the bowl and sipped it. The taste was a little sour, and he couldn't help but miss the sweet honey.

Wait, how did he know he was drinking?

The young master opened his mouth, and before he could ask, he heard the young man say calmly: "I stayed up all morning."

Bai Qing was silent, and mechanically drank the soup all at once, his back was a little stiff, he was quite uncomfortable: "...that, thanks."

He has always been good at fighting with bottles, and the only time he got drunk was on his birthday.

After waking up, I made a cup of honey tea by myself, cleaned up the mess in the house, and went to school.

Excessive use of his brain gave him a headache for two days. At that time, in the dark and empty room, there was only lingering music mixed with the sound of rain attacking his heart.

Make him feel like he's not alone.

"Those servants have been found, Mrs. Cheng wants to see you."

The young master stretched out his hand and squeezed his sore arm, a look of boredom flashed in his eyes: "Just deal with it according to family law, I don't want to see anyone."

Chu Xiu nodded silently, as he had guessed.

Bai Qing squeezed and stopped, and asked softly, "Is there any arrangement for Tweety's funeral?"

"A rich burial."

"kindness."

Bai Qing didn't speak anymore, and still had some headaches after being hungover. It's a miracle that he didn't die suddenly after drinking for three consecutive days.

He turned his head and looked out of the window, thinking of something, his expression turned cold again.

The young man carefully observed his expression, there was not a trace of superfluous expression on that cold face.

It's a far cry.

"Is there something on my face?"

The boy avoided his eyes: "...no."

......

Here it is again, this eerie silence.

Why does the child keep staring at himself?

The young master folded his arms around his chest, and suddenly thought of a problem. That day, he unilaterally announced the termination of the engagement to Feng Youyi, and he wanted to save some face for the girl.

But now it seems that she must have gone to sue Cheng Puru again. In this way, is his main task considered completed?

He slapped his thigh, yes!main mission!

Maybe I'm sure that the main task has been completed and 502 will come back!

If 502 doesn't come back, the operation panel will be black, and he can't use any of the props. Isn't it a mobile meal bag in this world where monsters are rampant?

Bai Qing hurriedly tidied herself up.

"where to?"

He paused with his snoring hair, feeling a little embarrassed, just now he said he didn't see anyone, and he was going to look for Cheng Boru in a blink of an eye.

"...to see mother."

The wooden comb in his hand was picked up again, and Bai Qing sat obediently waiting for someone to serve him.

Tsk, why does it feel like Chu Xiu is more like his personal maid?

The idea is like driving a 180-mph Grand Cherokee through the sands of Moab without stopping.

The expressionless young man had flat bangs hanging on his head in a bun, and was wearing a pink and white dress with narrow sleeves. He was arranging his clothes with a wooden comb.

My maid is the boss.

Then he heard his own laughter.

The hands on his head stopped in the air, and Chu Xiu looked at the person in the mirror in a daze.