I Deliver Candy To Men

Yingying was not afraid.

She believed that Situ Jun was not a cruel and tyrannical person.

Half comes from trust in the original; half comes from trust in the system.

After she finished speaking, she looked at him quietly, waiting for his reaction. But seeing him holding the armrest of the wheelchair with both hands, anger surged on his face, and he seemed extremely impatient: "Get out!"

His voice was very cold, full of deep indifference and impatience. It seems that he doesn't care about everything in this world, doesn't care, isn't interested, it's better not to appear in front of his eyes.

Song Yingying thought to herself that he was really not a cruel and tyrannical person. If he was, then she said that "offensive" just now, he should have thrown something at her, or asked other servants to drag her out.

He didn't, he just called her out impatiently.

"Well, I'll go out." Song Yingying nodded, "I'll say a few words to the little prince, and I'll go out after that."

Probably never had a servant speak in such a tone in front of him, and Situ Jun's expression was obviously stunned for a moment. Song Yingying walked in front of him and tilted her head: "I don't know if Xiaohou Ye heard about it. A few days ago, a maid slammed into the wall and committed suicide because she didn't want to take care of you. Yes, that maid is me."

As he spoke, he lifted his forehead, revealing a wound the size of a copper coin.

Situ Jun's pupils shrunk violently, the back of the two hands holding the armrest of the wheelchair bulged, a fierceness appeared on the thin face, the masseter muscles were tensed, and a violent emotion burst out of him. When he came out, there was a deep pain in his eyes.

He hadn't heard of it. No one would be so indifferent to dare to tell him such a thing. So, he didn't know it before.

Hearing Song Yingying's words at this moment, he only felt an incomparable anger, resentment, shame rising in his heart, and a deep sadness. The surging emotions filled his chest, causing his whole body to explode!

He is a waste! The youth who used to be outstanding in identity, status, appearance, talent, and character has now become a waste!

His identity, status, appearance, talent, character, etc. are still there, but when his legs are no longer healthy, everything else he has seems to be meaningless!

The person he loves is married to someone else. The girl who had been promised marriage by her mother also married someone else. Whether it's what he loves or what he doesn't love, they all leave him! All he has is a pair of stump legs!

Those youthful spirits, those galloping horses, rowing boats on lakes, mountain climbing and chanting poems are all gone! Now, even the servants despise him, and in order not to serve in front of him, they would rather commit suicide by hitting the wall!

This is really a heavy blow to him! It simply shattered all his pride and made him embarrassed!

His almost fire-breathing eyes looked at Song Yingying. This maid not only humiliated him in front of others, but even came to humiliate him in front of him! What is she fighting for? He wanted her to know that even if he was disabled, he couldn't tolerate such humiliation by a maid!

However, just as he opened his mouth and was about to say something, he saw Song Yingying lowered her head deeply and said in a deep regretful tone, "I'm sorry!"

"..." The anger that was about to erupt seemed to be blocked by something, causing Situ Jun to choke for a moment. Before he could adjust his emotions, he heard her speak again.

"I'm really a coward! If you listen to random things, you will believe it! I misunderstood that the little prince is a devil who is uncertain, cruel, blood-drinking, flesh-eating, who takes pleasure in torturing maids, and will kill you if he tortures enough!" Song Yingying He buried his head deeply and said in a very regretful tone, "I was wrong!"

Rao Shi Situ Jun boasted that he had seen the world, and vaguely guessed that he was not good in the eyes of the servants, but when he heard Song Yingying's hair-raising adjectives, he couldn't help but gasp.

The anger in his eyes was temporarily suppressed, but his pale and gloomy face was still terrifying. His two hands holding the armrest of the wheelchair relaxed slightly, and the index finger of one of his hands tapped twice, and asked slowly, "What have you heard?"

As soon as he finished speaking, before Song Yingying could answer, he heard a "dong" sound not far away.

I saw that the painting fan's face was as white as snow at this moment, and she was dripping with sweat, which wet the broken hair on her forehead. She was kneeling there at first, but at this moment, somehow, she couldn't kneel, and her whole body was paralyzed there like a puddle of mud.

Situ Jun narrowed his eyes slightly.

He grew up in Jinxiu Township as a child, so he couldn't even see this strangeness.

He didn't speak, and only turned his eyes to Song Yingying.

Song Yingying immediately said, "It's like this..." She told everything about what Yingying heard, saw, and felt from the painting fan. I didn't add oil and vinegar, and I didn't deliberately avoid anything, just say one thing.

Situ Jun listened to what she said one by one, and the suppressed emotions became even more intense.

Until the end, his horribly gloomy gaze fixed on the painting fan.

"Little Marquis! She's talking nonsense! She's talking nonsense!" Painting Fan's pupils were slightly dilated, his face was full of fear and madness, he shook his head desperately in denial, "She is trying to win favor! In order to serve Little Marquis, she deliberately said Use these words to slander the slaves!"

Song Yingying put her hands on her hips, looked at her and said, "Oh? I slandered you? I just came to the house a few days ago, and I know who Qingluo is? If you didn't tell me, how would I know?"

"Who knows how you know?" Hua Fan bit her to death and refused to recognize her, and walked over to kowtow to Situ Jun, "Little Marquis Mingjian! The servant didn't say those words! It was she who slandered the servant!"

In a hurry, she was a little closer to Situ Jun. Since his legs were disabled, Situ Jun, who was no longer used to being so close to people, leaned back subconsciously.

When Song Yingying saw it, she grabbed his wheelchair and asked him to push back. Then he stood in front of him, still looking at the painting fan with his hips on his shoulders: "You said that I slandered you? You mean, those words are not good words?"

Situ Jun, who was suddenly pushed away, looked up at Song Yingying.

Song Yingying didn't pay attention, at the moment she was staring at the painting fan with wide eyes.

The painting fan's kowtow action stopped.

"I didn't sue you!" Seeing this, Song Yingying showed a treacherous smile, "I just confessed my mistake to the little Marquis and said that I was thinking nonsense, but I didn't say that you led me to think! You are telling me now. Slandering you, it means that those words are not good words, and you said it to me on purpose?"

Of course, painting fans can't be recognized.

But Situ Jun believed it, his voice was cold and very slow: "Qingluo asked to be released from the house when she was old, if I remember correctly, she got married a few days ago and came to the house to thank her. But you dreamed that I killed her. Did she offend you, and you wanted her to die in the dream, or was I just such a vicious and tyrannical person in your eyes?"

"There are no slaves, little marquis, please believe in slaves..." Huafan was still defending.

But her defense was so weak.

If she was really wronged, she must be angry and wronged more than fear at this moment. However, her face was as pale as snow at the moment, because her pupils were slightly enlarged because she was too scared, and it was obvious that she had a guilty conscience.

"That's it." The anger in Situ Jun's eyes faded like a tide. He returned to the pale and gloomy look he had when he first met him. He looked at the painting fan indifferently, "Go find your wife yourself, or should I take you there?"

The painting fan slumped to the ground.

If she went by herself, Madam Hou would be furious. But if Young Master Hou "sends" her there, Madam Hou will be more than angry.

"Little Marquis, I beg you, for the sake of the servants who have served you for so many years, give the servants a respectability and spare the servants this time!" she pleaded bitterly.

Situ Jun was expressionless.

"I'll go with you!" Song Yingying said, "Lest you be dishonest in front of Madam!"

The hateful gaze of the painting fan was pierced at her like a needle!

Now the person she hates most is Song Yingying!

I thought she was just going to take her job, but I didn't expect her to be so cruel and kill her!

"In order to avoid my wife not believing what I said, the little Marquis will go with us!" Song Yingying said, she walked behind Situ Jun and pushed up her wheelchair, "Just in time to go out for a walk, get some fresh air, there are flowers outside. It's blooming just right, Xiaohou see what he likes, fold two branches and put them in a vase, and put them in the place Xiaohou likes..."

She kept talking, but Situ Jun couldn't find a chance to interrupt her. When the wheelchair came to the door, he was about to push him out. When he was exposed to the sun, he suddenly grabbed the wheel: " let go!"

Song Yingying did not dare to push hard. He is spoiled and tender, what should he do if his hands are broken? That glamorous Mrs. Hou was only afraid of peeling her skin!

"What's the matter?" Song Yingying probed forward, "Don't you dare to go out? Don't be afraid, I will push you, and I will push you firmly!"

Without further ado, he opened his hand and pushed him out.

Situ Jun had never been ruled by a maid, so he was not shocked, and scolded: "Bold!"

"It's necessary!" Song Yingying patted her chest and said proudly, "I'm very daring now! After I almost misunderstood that Xiaohou Ye was a bad person because of my timidity, I regret it very much! people!"

Situ Jun: "...I tell you to stop!"

If someone else dared to do this to him, he would probably be furious. But this maid, I don't know why, did she crash her brain? How dare you do this to him?

Unluckily, he didn't feel any malice from her, but was overwhelmed by her exuberant liveliness, and he couldn't bear to do harm to her. After all, no one has been so indifferent in front of him for a long, long time.

They treated him like a paper-bound person, being careful, respectful, and godlike, not daring to breathe. He didn't even dare to look at him, as if that gaze could burn him through.

It was rare for a maid to dare to treat her like this. Although Situ Jun was very angry, she couldn't bear to hurt her.

At this moment, he can only try his best to maintain the dignity of his little prince, and scolded: "If you don't let go, you and the painting fan will be punished together!"

"Can't you hear the little Marquis's orders?" On the side, Huafan saw that Song Yingying was not moving, and hurriedly ran over to push her, "She doesn't know the rules! It's still the servants who serve the little Marquis!"

She hoped that she could make Situ Jun change his mind and seize the opportunity to show his favor to Situ Jun. However, she looked up at herself, and Situ Jun looked at her like a dead man.

She also underestimated Song Yingying. Because Song Yingying grabbed her wrist and pinched her, making her unable to move at all.

Song Yingying didn't dare to do anything with Situ Jun, did she not dare to do anything with her? At this moment, she not only grabbed the painting fan with both hands, but even her feet were not idle. Holding the back of the wheelchair, Situ Jun couldn't move back by himself!

"Don't bother!" She glared at the painting fan, then looked down at Situ Jun.