put wildness in his heart

Chapter 311 Reflection of the Coffin (Part [-])
It could be seen that the little boy was really frightened.

"Forget it, let's go." Wen Miao tugged at her hair again with some headaches, and the fishbone braid on the ear side was pulled loose by her. She knew that the kid didn't do it on purpose, and her apology was so sincere. She took it out, and she wasn't short of the money, Wen Miao didn't make things difficult for him, she just waved her hand and said, "Be careful in the future."

Compared with repairing the car, Wen Miao was more worried about how to explain to her brother that she had two accidents in a row.

She felt that the driver's license that she just got and hadn't warmed up was about to leave her.

The little boy didn't seem to expect that the owner of the car would let go easily. He had already planned to lose money in installments. Seeing that Wen Miao just waved his hand with a headache and let him go, the little boy didn't react for a while, tears still It stuck to the eyelashes indelibly, and froze in place with its mouth open.

Shen Jiayu raised the end of his eyes at this moment, and glanced at him lightly: "Aren't you leaving?"

Because of these words, the young boy recovered from his daze in an instant, his back tensed into a bow loosened, and an expression of the rest of his life appeared on his face, bowing and thanking the two of them , and then carefully moved his battery car to the side, for fear that if he was not careful, he would make another injury to the sports car.

Wen Miao took advantage of this gap to call the butler and asked him to send someone over to drive the car back.

In one morning, there were two accidents in a row.

Wen Miao didn't dare to open it.

This may be a sign that it is not suitable for her to drive today, and if she continues to drive, she may have to scrap the third car.

The car is still a small matter, if the person is gone, it will be a big deal.

After explaining a few words, Wen Miao answered the phone, looked up in the direction of the delivery boy, and saw that he was carefully pushing the car away step by step, Wen Miao suddenly said, "Wait a minute."

These two words fell into the ears of the takeaway guy like "Come back, lose money!" The effect was immediate. The takeaway boy finally regained some blood color and his face was pale again, as if the wall had just been painted, white It was a little scary, he swallowed, and turned his face tremblingly, thinking that the owner of the car called and regretted it after hearing the maintenance cost of up to one million, and he was thinking of making him lose money again.

The takeaway boy was about to shed tears, but he pointed to the incubator of his battery car and asked, "Which takeaway are you from? It smells so good."

Delivery boy: "..."

In just 3 minutes, my mood experienced several ups and downs.

After dismissing the delivery guy, Wen Miao glanced at the time on the phone. The housekeeper sent someone over to drive the car back. It would take at least half an hour. Let's wait a bit. She casually threw the phone in her pocket and planned to go back Sit in the car for a while.

However, it was heard that the onlookers had changed the direction of their speech, and their eyes had also changed a little. Many men were looking at her with ambiguous and vulgar eyes, and their words were full of malice.

"Still a little girl?"

"The little girl drives such a nice car?"

"Tch, probably some godfather gave it to me."

"You are sour, you are sour."

"It's not sour, it's a reasonable guess. Otherwise, what kind of mask are you wearing in broad daylight? This can only show one possibility, that is, the origin of this car may be really shady."

"Hey, if you think about it this way, being a girl is fine. Lie down on the bed, call me a sweet 'godfather', and you'll have money and a car."

"Why, are you envious? Then you can pray for a female fetus in your next life, and then you will find a godfather to love you, call him nice, and maybe give you a Pagani."

The men who got together to gossip let out obscene and tacit laughter at the same time.

It's just that before the obscene "hahaha" can even make two "ha", a loud "bang!" The man with glasses was ruthlessly thrown onto the sports car, and a hand with sharp muscles and bones was suddenly pressed against his neck.

The laughter stopped abruptly.

The crowd of onlookers suddenly became as quiet as chickens, and the air became stagnant, terrifyingly quiet.

The onlookers were horrified to find that it was the very handsome young man standing next to the girl, whose small glasses had been pushed into the car, his head was smashed into a dizzy state, and the glasses on his nose were crooked. Hang it on your face so it won't fall off.

He was like a cock whose neck had been strangled, his face was flushed red, the veins on his forehead jumped up and down, he rolled his eyes with difficulty breathing, and there was an intermittent "clack-cluck" from his throat. The voice sounded like he was about to die in the next second.

The young man looked down at him with light and cold eyes: "Say what you just said again?"

The voice was gentle and calm, with no ups and downs in tone, but there was an obvious bloody smell between the lines.

Stars flashed in the eyes of the little glasses, and he became afraid belatedly. He always felt that the eyes of this overly handsome boy in front of him were like ice edges in a winter night, piercing his flesh and blood.

Unexpectedly, the young man looked quiet and was so gentle when he talked to the takeaway boy who caused trouble just now, but now he is so ruthless in his attack.

For a moment, in addition to the horror in the eyes of everyone looking over, there was a little more fear.

Looking at the miserable appearance of the small glasses, the onlookers swallowed unconsciously, and their eyes slowly moved down, and fell on the unfortunate Pagani sports car.

Pagani's rear cover was dented, and a blunt round dent was clearly visible.

Well, it's not a matter of changing the frame now, it seems to be overhauled.

Wen Miao suppressed the fire a little bit. The world is so beautiful, but she is so irritable. If you go down, the name should be written upside down.

Wen Miao sneered, raised her hand to take off her hat, slammed it on the face of the little glasses unceremoniously, and said with a little sarcasm: "I am so familiar with the process of godfather, it seems that you usually recognize it? Why, what are you doing?" Dad thinks your voice is not good, so you came here to practice hard?"

Little Glasses finally realized that the person he picked for gossip was not the kind of temperament he imagined that could be manipulated by others.

She seemed completely unafraid of making matters worse.

Wen Miao raised her chin towards Shen Jiayu, and motioned silently. Shen Jiayu squinted slightly, then loosened the phalanges that were resting on the neck of the small glasses, and moved aside a little.

Wen Miao stepped forward in half a step, reached out and grabbed the collar of the small glasses, as if dragging a dead dog, and threw the person under the sidewalk tree neatly, and the small glasses staggered behind On the trash can, I couldn't help taking a breath: "Hiss..."

What the hell is this strange girl?

The strength is so great.

Carrying him, a 140-jin man, was like carrying a bag of garbage. It was effortless. When she pulled his neckline just now, he was almost strangled by his clothes and couldn't get up. He was about to die on the spot.

Wen Miao looked back at the sports car that had been "kissed" passionately by the small glasses just now, and saw a big dent in the rear of the car, and felt distressed for a moment, oh my car, I just drove for half an hour, and the steering wheel is still intact Didn't catch the heat.

Now the maintenance cost has quadrupled.

Little Glasses struggled to stand up while holding on to the trash can. Wen Miao heard the movement and looked back. Little Glasses had already had a psychological shadow of her powerful claws just now. As soon as he softened, he sat down again.

Little Glasses suspected that if he said one more word, blood would splatter on the spot.

"You're sober now?" Wen Miao stood on the roadside stone, looked down at him condescendingly, and gave a soft snort expressionlessly, "Listen up when you're sober, stand on your street, and don't always look at your father."

Regretting that I had this small glasses with a broken mouth: "..."

Wen Miao pulled out a wet towel from nowhere, wiped her fingers slowly, folded the wet towel and threw it into the trash can, then glanced at the remaining topics that tried to minimize her presence The participant said slowly: "The yellow cavity is played indiscriminately, and the coffin reflects light."

The men who were running the train with their mouths full just now: "..."

Sorry, we were wrong.

Messed up with a curmudgeonly girl.

Several men shut their mouths tightly, not daring to speak indiscriminately, and turned their heads slightly to look at each other. Just as they were about to run away, an expensive and luxurious black Rolls Royce suddenly appeared in everyone's sight .

It's cleverly parked, right in front of that equally expensive Pagani coupe.

There is only less than half a meter between the front and the back.

Everyone first blinked their eyes at the unassuming statuette standing on the front of the Rolls-Royce, and then blinked at the license plate number with the number seven. It seems to be filled with the smell of money.

But anyone who has bought a car knows that the license plate number pays attention to "seven ups and eight downs" and "six six Dashun", among which "seven" is the best, which means good luck, and the string on the Rolls-Royce license plate is not "Seven" mixed with other numbers, no need to think about it, fools know that it is the breath of money and power.

The door opens quickly.

A pair of finely crafted handmade leather shoes came out first, and then a hand clasped a metal watch was placed on the door of the car—the hand was very white, a kind of paleness that was different from ordinary people, without a trace of blood.

Then, a young man got out of the car.

It was a typical western face, with blond hair and blue eyes, deep facial features, three-dimensional eyebrows and eyes, and a handsome appearance. He was wearing a decent black suit with the shirt buttoned all the way to the top, and he was meticulously dressed.

After getting off the car, the man didn't rush to go this way, but stood still, raised his hand to straighten his skirt and cuffs, straightened the tie he was wearing, and after tidying himself very carefully, Only then did he walk over here with unhurried steps.

The onlookers were stunned.

This mysterious handsome guy has the style of an old European aristocrat in the middle ages, and his gestures are full of aristocratic elegance, as if he walked out of the oil painting on the church wall.

That is the precipitation in the bones of the big family for hundreds of years.

The man turned a deaf ear to the gazes cast from all directions, and the dumbfounded onlookers watched him unhurriedly walk up to the girl who had just finished pounding her glasses, stopped, then slightly bent over and raised her eyebrows, After performing a standard gentleman's salute, he came out: "Second Miss."

The export is standard Chinese, without the slightest foreigner's accent.

This kind of gentleman etiquette is rare in China. This is not Europe, nor the Middle Ages, but Jiangzhou City in the 21st century. It is still in the bustling business circle of West Street, which can only be seen in old Western movies. The etiquette that I arrived at was originally supposed to be a bit abrupt, but this gentleman's etiquette was placed on this mysterious handsome guy, but there was no sense of disobedience.

As if he was born for this.

"A Yuan." Wen Miao called the man's name, raised her face slightly to look at him, and there was a look of surprise in her eyes, "Why did you come here?"

She had just called the butler, Marsh.

A Yuan is Marsh's youngest son. Now that Marsh is older, A Yuan is being trained by his father to take over the job of housekeeper. He is usually very busy, and Wen Miao usually only sees him when he returns to the old house.

Marsh is also Italian, but he grew up in Wen's family since he was a child. He has been in Wen's family for 50 to [-] years. Marsh's father was ordered to come to China with his young lady.

Wen Miao's grandma - the old lady of the Wen family who is over [-] years old and still elegant, she is a typical noble girl, born in an upper-class earl noble family in Italy, and fell in love with Mr. Wen from the same school when she was studying After graduation, he followed the old man to China, and then settled in Jiangzhou with his husband.

The old lady also persuaded Marsh's father to return to Italy, but the "loyalty" engraved in his bones made the old housekeeper reject her kindness for the second time. The old housekeeper just took over his wife and children who were far away in Italy, and never came back. Back to Italy.

In this way, the family took root in Jiangzhou with their young lady, and the job of housekeeping was passed down from generation to generation.

From the old housekeeper to Ah Yuan, it is already the third generation.

If you count further, it will be innumerable. Mrs. Wen's family belongs to the upper class nobles, and the butler has always been passed down from generation to generation.

Hearing Wen Miao's question, A Yuan bowed and replied in a low voice: "When my father answered the phone, the old lady was also there. When I learned that something happened to you, Second Miss, the old lady was worried, so my father asked me to come here first."

The old lady in his mouth naturally refers to the old lady of the Wen family.

While listening to the man's words, Wen Miao unconsciously picked up the herringbone braid that had been loosened by the side of her ear. Forgive her, every time she listens to him, she always has the illusion that she has strayed into a European royal court drama .

A Yuan has a calmness that doesn't match his age.

He is obviously two years younger than Wen Yan, but when it comes to maturity and stability, Wen Miao feels that her brother should call him daddy.

　Almost finished writing Liao~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)