Blood marriage, the gentleness of the mysterious evil monarch

Director Xu has been waiting outside the gate, and when he saw Jimo Wuxuan and Qian Diewu approaching, he immediately stepped forward and said respectfully: "My lord and madam, the carriage is ready and we can leave at any time."

"Get in the car." Jimo Wuxuan ordered coldly.

Qian Diewu thought he was giving Tiangang an order to send him to the car, so she stood still, but Tiangang didn't move either.

Manager Xu was very clever, walked up to Qian Diewu, and asked her to get in the car, "Madam, please get in the car."

"Hey..." Qian Diewu was confused and glanced at Jimo Wuxuan in surprise, not quite understanding why she got in the car first and not him.

It stands to reason that he should get in the car first, why is it her?

Jimo Wuxuan knew she was surprised, so he said again, "You get in the car." There was one more word 'you' than before, and the meaning was completely clear.

"Oh." Although Qian Diewu still didn't understand why she got into the carriage first, she obeyed the order and walked towards the carriage, stepped on the stool, got into the carriage, and sat in a corner of the carriage.

Afterwards, Tiangang lifted Jimo Wuxuan and the wheelchair with both hands, and sent them to the carriage smoothly.

Such a huge force is amazing.

Seeing Tiangang's ability, Qiandiewu was amazed, "Wow, that's amazing!"

Received the praise, Tian Gang was humbled, "The lady is over the award, I'm just as strong as I am, nothing else can be brought to the table."

Jimo Wuxuan didn't want to hear too much nonsense, so he gave the order as soon as he got in the car, "Let's go."

As soon as the coachman heard the order, he whipped his horse and let the carriage move forward slowly.

In the carriage, there were only Jimo Wuxuan and Qian Diewu, neither of them spoke, the atmosphere was very dull, and the surroundings of the carriage were covered by thick curtains, the light was much dimmer, making the interior even more stuffy.

Qian Diewu knew that Jimo Wuxuan was a cold and boring gourd, if she didn't speak, he would never speak, so he had no choice but to take the initiative, "Hey, can I ask you some questions?"

"Ask." Jimo Wuxuan replied coldly, with a flash of displeasure in his eyes.What does it matter if she calls him 'Hi' but calls his brother 'Wuming'?

She didn't see the displeasure in his heart, and asked the question she wanted to ask directly, "Why are you willing to accompany me back to the door?"

"This is etiquette, there is no saying whether you are willing or not."

"What about your parents? I married into Mo Castle, and I have never met your parents, nor heard anything about them?"

"Dead long ago."

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to bring up the past in your heart, sorry."

"No need."

"Then, can you tell me why your legs can't walk?" When Qian Diewu asked this question, her tone became tense, her heart also tightened, and her whole body was tense.

Although she knew nothing about it, she knew the issue was sensitive.

Jimo Wuxuan frowned, and replied coldly, "There is no reason."

She felt that this answer was not enough, so she asked again: "Every problem has a reason. Some people are born unable to walk, and some people cannot walk because of an accident the day after tomorrow. So are you born or acquired?"

"I said, there is no reason." He replied even colder, with an unpleasant warning implied in his tone, warning her not to ask this question again.

She heard the warning implied in his words, so she didn't ask this question, nor did she ask other questions. She just sat in the carriage and stopped talking, but looked at him from time to time, and read the man in front of her with her heart.

How could she understand him?

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The third update is over today, (*^__^*) hee hee...

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