I, the villainous female lead, wear many hats

Jiang Chacha never thought that she would spend so much money on herself.

This involves her knowledge blind spot.

She looked at Wen Huaizhi who continued to sleep with her eyes closed, and wanted to talk to him.

But seeing that he was unwilling to pay attention to her, he had no choice but to give up.

She blinks.What to do, I suddenly feel that he is not so annoying anymore.

At least, the way he didn't blink when he swiped his card was damn charming...

So handsome.

On Sunday, while working at the Cheng family, Jiang Chacha met the second young master again.

The second young master's name is Cheng Lie.

When Jiang Chacha saw him today, he saw the second young master standing in the courtyard, playing Frisbee with his pet dog.

She glanced at it when she passed by, then walked towards Cheng Hao in the pavilion.

He was sitting on the guardrail near the pavilion, with his head slightly raised, his thick and soft eyelashes drooping, and he was basking in the sun with his eyes closed.

Even in the morning, the sun was very hot, looking at his almost transparent skin under the light, she was afraid that the sun would burn him.

So she walked over without making any sound, raised her hand, and blocked the light on his face for him.

Not long after the shadow fell on his face, he woke up, his eyelashes fluttered a few times, and his amber pupils were aimed at her.

Jiang Chacha immediately smiled, "Master, you're awake."

"Are you thirsty, do you drink water?"

"Or would you like something to eat?"

She is like a Shiba Inu trying to please people, like sticking out her tongue and wagging her tail.

Cheng Hao pursed his lips.Sometimes he wondered whether he had hired a bodyguard or a nanny.

He looked at the smooth skin on her face again, and remembered the last time he accidentally put his lips on her face, so his body suddenly felt a chill.

Thinking of all the online fans knocking on his and this bodyguard's cp, he felt even more chilled, and felt uncomfortable when looking at her.

He glanced at her, and suddenly asked in a muffled voice, "Why is your hair golden?"

Jiang Chacha didn't know why she had a brain twitch at the time, so she bought a pale golden boy's wig.

Indeed, it is strangely conspicuous.

She smiled sheepishly.

"Master, if you don't like it, I can dye it back."

"I'll go and dye this thing green!"

"..."

Maybe he was choked by her words, he coughed several times, and finally asked weakly: "Why did you... dye it green?"

"Because I want to make the young master happy." When she said this, her eyes were very frank and clean.

Cheng Hao: ...

Why does he have the illusion that he is a little princess? ?
He forced a smile and said no.

She is always like this. It is enough for others to do their duty and do their duty, but she is very concerned about herself. When she looks at him, there is always a light of joy in her eyes.

Her care and concern for him went far beyond the duty of a bodyguard.Cheng Hao sometimes doesn't understand where her kindness comes from.Is there really someone who is so nice to someone for no reason?

He never believed it.

When Jiang Chacha was a bodyguard, she had to stand upright.Standing for a long time, the whole person is back pain.

He continued to sit here basking in the sun, quietly, without speaking, and was reading the piano score in his hand.

Jiang Chacha has seen the piano score in his hand many times.

The paper was yellowed, obviously aged.

And he seems to cherish this piano score very much.

She just guarded him like this.

Soon, she was called away by the housekeeper.

I don't know how long it has passed, but when I came back, I saw that Cheng Hao had disappeared from the pavilion, and the original chair was empty without any hair.

She didn't know why, but she suddenly panicked.

She hurriedly called other bodyguards to help look for Cheng Hao.

After searching for nearly 10 minutes, Jiang Chacha finally found him at the corner of the stairs in the mansion.

The second young master seems to be there too.

Hearing the voice, Jiang Chacha was overjoyed, and when she was about to walk over, she stopped after hearing the complete conversation.

"Your mother gave it to you?"

"give me back."

This weak-sounding voice belonged to Cheng Hao.

Jiang Chacha hesitated for a moment, then she stopped behind the wall and did not go past.

Intuition told her she shouldn't go there now.

Soon, she heard the sound of fists hitting the flesh.

She was terrified and clenched her fists.

When she saw Cheng Lie before, she always thought he was gentle and polite.Now that I think about it, she was dead wrong.

He is pure evil, he has all the evils of rich kids.

He is bad, bad as a matter of course.

He punched Cheng Hao in the face.Still feeling uncomfortable, she stepped forward and grabbed Cheng Hao's collar, pulling him directly in front of his eyes.

His pupils approached Cheng Hao, and a despicable and rampant smile appeared on his heroic face. He was like a crazy character in a novel. He was arrogant, "I don't usually want to see a brother like me, you should Be acquainted and don't appear in front of me."

Jiang Chacha was so angry that she clenched her fists, just when she didn't know whether to step forward to stop her.

Cheng Hao, who looked like a poor little white rabbit in her eyes, suddenly said something.

"Good brother."

The smile on Cheng Lie's face froze instantly.

The Holy Mother of Cheng Hao said heartily: "Does the hand hurt from the beating? Brother will feel distressed."

"..."

Unbearable, Cheng Lie punched him directly in the face again.

He secretly cursed "I'm sick" and walked away.

Jiang Chacha hid in the corner and watched him leave.

After being punched again abruptly, the smile on Cheng Hao's face faded, he moved his neck, and returned his head to its original position.

Cheng Lie's punch was harder than the punch.

Cheng Hao raised his hand expressionlessly, and wiped away the blood oozing from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, but when he touched the wound, he grinned in pain.

He snorted, then turned around, and just took a step down the steps with his long legs.

I saw a young man who looked like a bodyguard already standing at the bottom of the stairs.

He could feel her fiery gaze even though she was wearing dark glasses that couldn't see anything.

If the imagination is richer, maybe the eyes under the sunglasses are looking at him with tears.

Cheng Hao: ...

Sure enough, she quickly went up the stairs to support him.

"Master." She hesitated to speak, and wanted to take him to treat the wound without saying anything.

She was so angry that the fingers holding him were shaking.

She's just the second young master who has always been at odds with him, but she could never have imagined that they would treat him like this.

She couldn't even imagine what Cheng Hao had suffered.

Seeing that she wanted to make physical contact with him, Cheng Hao silently brushed her hand away, deliberately keeping a distance.

He bent down, and with no expression on his face, he picked up the piano score that fell on the ground and was stepped on by Cheng Lie.

This is a relic left by his mother.

My father is a wild species outside, and every time he likes to swear his sovereignty at home, doing similar things one after another.

"Little Maki, did you see that? That's your future mother, and the one next to you is your younger brother."

When he was seven years old, he was standing in the living room with his bear doll in his arms, and his father's big hand was on his head, rubbing his hair, and he felt very warm.

He nodded, looking at the calendar on the wall involuntarily.

Today is 16.

The fifth day after my mother left.

The father brought back a very beautiful woman and a younger brother.

The younger brother has a chubby face and is still in kindergarten.

He likes cute little children.

He just entered elementary school and felt that he was a little man, and he had to behave like an older brother.

So that day, when my younger brother snatched his beloved toy and broke the crystal ball his mother gave him.Crying and shouting that his mother's posthumous photos are really ugly, which frightened him, and he doesn't look as good-looking as his mother.

In the end, even his mother's photo disappeared from the family.

He was all smiling.

Cheng Hao looked at the piano score in his hand and remained silent.

Jiang Chacha was helpless for a moment.

He no longer smiled on his face, his eyes were sleepy, his slightly frowned eyebrows suddenly raised, and the brows were full of hostility.

Such an expression should be unusually unsuitable for him with a fragile and weak appearance like Cuscuta.However, that doesn't seem to be the case.

Obviously being beaten was a very humiliating thing, but his self-esteem made him raise his face slightly, pursing his lips without feeling tired of himself.Some pride is engraved in the bones, and time will not fade away.

His face, which is more delicate than the heroine's, showed a somewhat sickly expression, his slender red phoenix eyes drooped dully, and his reddish lips seemed to have just crushed pearls cruelly, adding a sense of fickleness that he didn't usually have .

This kind of feeling is like a flower that has been cultivated indoors all the year round, and suddenly one day it transforms into a rose. He has all the thorns of roses and the beauty of roses.

Beautiful things are always poisonous.He seems to have an extra layer of thorns on his appearance, making people afraid to approach him, and at the same time, he is even more fascinated by his beauty.

The right side of his face was bruised quite a bit, and the corner of his mouth was still oozing bright red blood. When he looked at it lazily, it was really like a poisonous rose.

His pupils were no longer amber, but darkened. The light in them made Jiang Chacha feel like the faint light from a lonely lighthouse on the sea level in the middle of the night.

It was as if he had just experienced a storm and catastrophe, and then sank into a dead silence like drowning.

Seeing his eyes like this, Jiang Chacha's heart seemed to be stabbed.

"Look what I'm doing."

His eyes were still still, like pools of stagnant water.

"No……"

He was uncertain now, Jiang Chacha didn't dare to say a word, and didn't know what to say.

He seemed to be in a bad mood.

He took a step closer to her, almost clinging to her body.He bent over, his jaw moved closer, and their breaths were intertwined.

"What did Xiao Jiang eat just now?"

When he spoke, he was still weak and weak, and he was still holding back a painful smile, but from his deep eyes, Jiang Chacha felt that there was a lot suppressed under his calm appearance.

It was too close.

He is so weird today.

Jiang Chacha couldn't help but subconsciously leaned back and opened a little distance. Hearing his words, she froze for a moment, blinked her eyes, and then replied obediently: "I just ate a piece of candy on the way."

She answered obediently.

"Strawberry flavored."

He came closer.

The emotions in his eyes were still surging.

Depressed to the extreme, as if in a deadlock, he can only be forced to find an outlet to vent.This feeling is like looking for a short-lived pleasure that can paralyze oneself in the extreme pain, looking for a new life.

So, at the moment when the pain was so painful that his reason completely collapsed, he pinched her chin, and pressed his lips to hers tenderly.

The author is stuck again, the author is stuck, the dog is stuck, it is so painful o(╥﹏╥)o
Why is it so hard to write Cheng Miao?