Quick Wear: Everyone dislikes you, but you are always coveted by the boss

Chapter 183 The Evil Fall of Gaoling Flower 24

Qing Wan left the palace alone in a carriage, but just as she left the palace, the carriage suddenly stopped.

She opened her eyes and looked, and sure enough, she saw Zhou Yinghuai pushing open the car door and walking in. He had his eyelids closed and it was impossible to tell what his emotion was.

"Ying Huai... um!"

Qing Wan had just opened her mouth when Zhou Yinghuai leaned over and pressed her down on the couch. The hot and eager kiss silently expressed her uneasiness.

He is afraid.

It seemed to have started since last night, and when she fell from the eaves today, the fear seemed to be just a little bit away from crushing him to the point of complete collapse.

She was thinking in her heart, but she didn't show any expression on her face. Her watery eyes were full of lust. She put her arms around his neck and responded boldly and passionately.

The entangled sucking mixed with heavy breathing was hidden in the uniform sound of horse hooves.

After a long time, Qing Wan's eyes swept across his heart and finally saw traces of food.

I don’t know why in this world, Zhou Yinghuai’s love has always been difficult to obtain. At first, it requires him to be emotional, but later on, it requires him to be lustful.

"looking at what?"

Panting and slightly moving a little distance away, Zhou Yinghuai pressed his forehead against hers, his long eyes filled with lust, glowing with greed and obsession, his voice hoarse and unbearable.

"Not yet, I'll give it to you when I get back."

He saw the desire in her eyes and mistook his sweetheart's appetite for something else.

So he held her in his arms and sat her on his lap, using another method to comfort her.

The sticky and ambiguous desire became more and more unbridled as it was restrained. At this moment, the carriage outside suddenly stopped, and Sanchun's voice was a little alert.

"Master Zhu, please make way for me."

Zhu Ci'an, who was riding a tall horse, had a smile on his lips and gentle eyes, but the light in his eyes was cold and dangerous.

He did not give way, but instead drove his horse forward two steps, speaking in a very gentle tone.

"I need to talk to Madam Zhou about something. Can you be flexible?"

Sanchun refused without a second thought: "Sorry, my wife is not feeling well..."

Before he could finish his words, Zhu Ci'an suddenly squeezed his stirrups and forcefully rushed forward.

The cavalry following behind him also tied down all the Jinyiwei who wanted to stop him at the same time. Zhu Ci'an seized the opportunity and approached Qing Wan's carriage in almost the blink of an eye.

He knocked on the window and said loudly, "Miss Shen, I was not good enough in hosting you at the flower viewing banquet that day. I came here to apologize to you for being so rude today."

Inside the closed window, Qing Wan leaned back in Zhou Yinghuai's arms, her cheeks flushed, her body covered in sweat, and her petite and soft body trembled slightly with his movements.

Zhou Yinghuai's two fingers were still tightly stuffed between her wet lips, pressing on the tip of her tongue and not allowing her to respond with a single word.

After not hearing the reply, Zhu Ci'an outside finally restrained his smile and glanced at the carriage following behind.

Logically speaking, since he was like this, how could that madman Zhou Yinghuai remain indifferent?

Unless... he was in this carriage too.

What were they doing? Were they so busy that they didn't even have time to pay him a perfunctory attention?

The suppressed jealousy corroded his sanity like poison, and Zhu Ci'an's hands were rubbed with blood marks from holding the reins.

However, the next second, the person inside suddenly opened the window a little, and a beautiful white hand stretched out.

"Bring the gift of apology."

A very righteous tone.

Zhu Ci'an's lips curled up slightly and he lowered his eyes to look at the jade-white hand. The nails were neatly trimmed and had a pink tint, like the color of peach blossoms.

It looks very suitable to be held in the hands and played with at first glance.

With a dark thought in mind, he put the exquisite and precious jewelry box on it, and suddenly caught a glimpse of the water on the gap between his index finger that had not been wiped clean...

"Okay, I've given you my apology, but don't block my way."

The hand retracted and slammed the window shut.

It happened that Sanchun had already led people to clear the way. He glanced coldly at Zhu Ci'an, who looked a little dazed, with disgust in his eyes. He sheathed his sword and raised his voice to order: "Go!"

The carriage stopped only when they reached the inner courtyard of Zhou's mansion. Sanchun made a gesture to the people around her, and instantly, all the Jinyiwei stationed there turned their backs and lowered their heads, not daring to look at her any more.

"Sir, here we are."

After a long while, Zhou Yinghuai inside got off the carriage holding Qing, and the apology gift sent by Zhu Ci'an had already been thrown into the corner.

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Perhaps it was because Qing Wan teased her too much in the carriage before, and she suffered a lot after returning home.

By the time Zhou Yinghuai cleaned her up and tucked her into bed, she felt dizzy and almost fell asleep.

Zhou Yinghuai hugged her tightly with gentle eyes. His hands stroked her lower back and rubbed it gently and lovingly, and he was reluctant to move his infatuated eyes away.

It was not until late at night that he buried his head in her neck and fell asleep smelling the rich peony scent.

But the chaotic dream became deeper and deeper, and Zhou Qianbai's vague curse became clearer and clearer. In the end, it was so sharp that it almost tore his eardrums.

——"She will be tortured to death with a single cut, wailing and crying, until she dies in agony. Her body will also be skinned and her bones removed. She will not be able to rest in peace even after death!!"

Do not!

Won't! !

Zhou Yinghuai refuted heartbreakingly, and when he was so frightened that his spine went cold, he suddenly heard a familiar scream behind him.

His breath suddenly choked in his chest, and when he turned around he saw Qingwan nailed to the cross, her pearl hairpins disheveled and her body covered in blood.

A large group of people whose faces could not be seen gathered around her. They were filled with indignation and disgust, pointing at her and hurling vicious insults at her.

"Seducing your own stepson, how shameless!"

"Such a disgusting person should be burned alive!! How shameless!"

"Burning her to death is too easy for her. People like her should be cut into pieces! Skinned and shattered! Let her never be reborn!"

Zhou Yinghuai's pupils shrank tightly, his throat was full of blood, and he ran over there desperately, roaring with red eyes: "Don't touch her! No one is allowed to touch her!!"

But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get any closer.

Those people shouted wildly, approached with knives, and enthusiastically and excitedly cut off a piece of meat from Qingwan's leg.

Blood was flowing everywhere, and Qing Wan's sharp and terrified cries almost made Zhou Yinghuai collapse and go crazy in an instant.

He gasped for breath and cried like a madman: "I will kill you! I must kill you!!!"

But the group of people could not hear his voice at all. They swarmed over like vultures and cut off almost all the flesh on Qingwan's leg with their own cuts.

The shrill wails seemed to tear Zhou Yinghuai's soul apart. The flowing blood meandered all the way to his feet, burning him so much that it woke him up in pain.

There was still a buzzing in his ears, and big tears were sliding down his temples. He was crying and gasping for breath until his whole body was convulsing.