The little Jiaojiao in the general's arms is a master of metaphysics

Chapter 95 Ah Fu, are you afraid of me?
I have to say that Xie Cheng felt much better.

Although it still can't offset the displeasure just now.

But the depression in my heart has dissipated a lot.

Shen Rulan saw all the changes in his emotions and couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth slightly.

Not so much, right?

That's it, don't you get angry?
You were obviously very angry just now?
Shen Rulan pursed her lips: "...but Miss Jiang agreed to tell my fortune."

Xie Cheng, who hadn't been happy for a few seconds, paused: "?"

Seeing his appearance, Shen Rulan found it extremely funny. As soon as the corners of his lips curled up, he heard Jiang Fu standing next to Xie Cheng, smiling slightly and saying:
"Ten thousand taels of gold per hexagram, Master Shen is very generous."

1 taels? !Still gold! ?
Eleven, who was pushing the wheelchair, was shocked.

Xie Cheng also showed a surprised look, and then looked at Shen Rulan and smiled, "1 taels of gold, Mr. Shen is so generous."

Seeing Shen Rulan's expression gradually change, Xie Cheng slightly raised his eyes to look at him, and then said, "I thank you on Ah Fu's behalf."

Shen Rulan: "..."

I was annoyed by his smug look.
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The entrance of Yandu Women's Hospital.

Xie Cheng said that he saw Xie Min when he came, and seeing that she was tired, he asked her to go back first.

Jiang Fu came in Xie Min's carriage, and Xie Min went back, so naturally she could only take Xie Cheng's carriage.

She stood under the carriage and exhaled softly.

Nothing, just a carriage. After all, he is a general, and his carriage is still very big.

Jiang Fu hugged his clothes and carefully got into the carriage, staying far away from Xie Cheng.

Xie Cheng: "..."

He lowered his eyes in silence, and his slender black eyelashes also drooped down, covering the emotions in his eyes.

But the little girl sitting on the other side of him was slightly relieved, the general didn't seem to intend to talk to her.

Great.

She was also worried that he would talk to her.

In fact, she was always a little nervous when talking to him.

However, she was relieved, but Xie Cheng who was sitting on the other side was even more wronged than before.

When she was with Shen Rulan, she talked and laughed a lot, and she sat far away in a carriage with him, neither talking to him nor smiling at him.

Is he really scary.

Xie Cheng pursed his lips and slowly raised his eyes.

There was resentment in the long and narrow black eyes.

Like a cat whose owner refuses to hold it in its arms and smooth its fur.

Jiang Fu noticed that he seemed to be looking at him, so he raised his eyes unnaturally and met Xie Cheng's aggrieved gaze.

She paused: "...?"

Why is the general looking at her like this...

Is it an illusion? I always feel that he seems a little... wronged?
"General?" Jiang Fu frowned, but couldn't help but speak.

Xie Cheng pursed his lips, with innocence in his black and white eyes, his voice was small, "Ah Fu, are you afraid of me?"

Jiang Fu was sitting on the edge of the carriage, with the green gown from the women's court next to her. She was taken aback when she heard the words, and said in a daze, "...huh?"

Xie Cheng stared at her with his dark eyes, accusing a little aggrievedly, "You were talking just now, and you were still smiling, but you stopped smiling when you saw me, and the same thing happened in the carriage. You were so far away, and you didn't talk to me... …”

The speed of the carriage seemed to be suddenly faster.

It was Eleven outside who accidentally heard Xie Cheng's words, and couldn't hold back a whip.

The wheels turned gurglingly and made a slight sound.

Jiang Fu was even more confused when he heard his accusation. He shook his head and said, "I didn't, I just... a little bit."

Also a little scared.

"But, more importantly, I know that the general doesn't want to marry me, and there is no other reason to go to Qingheyuan to eat. It's just because I am recovering from my injuries and have no appetite, and the things I cook are acceptable." She continued, "I I’m worried that if I talk too much, I’ll annoy the general, and I’m afraid that the general will mistakenly think that I’m still wishful thinking.”

(End of this chapter)