Reborn Totalitarian Queen

Chapter 293 Duanmuqi, you are inexplicable! (2)
"Miss!" Both girls were startled.

Song Chuxi turned around and ran to the sleeping couch in the outer room, rummaging up and down hastily.

"Miss, what are you looking for? I will help you!" The two maids hurriedly followed, both of them very nervous, lest she might make any mistakes.

"When you were cleaning the house, did you see a flute? The color is a bit old." Song Chuxi asked hastily while bending over to look under the couch.

"Dong Xiao? What Dong Xiao? The servant didn't see it!" The two girls looked at each other with blank faces.

Song Chuxi looked around the table again, but still found nothing, so she stopped, and quickly recalled what happened after she returned to the room at night.

She remembered very clearly that after sending Su Lan away, she went back to the room, and when she was changing clothes by the couch, she took out the flute from the sleeve and put it on the couch.

Later, Duanmuqi came over, and then Liao Qianhua.

But Liao Qianhua and the others only stood at the door for a while before leaving.

So that thing is gone, and now—

It can only be taken away by Duanmuqi.

Because she knew that the thing meant a lot to Yin Zhan, and she was afraid that Yin Zhan would come to the door if he found out that the thing was missing first, so she ordered angrily, "Go and push the wheelchair, go to Aqi's."

"It's still early, Miss, let's eat first—" Shun Ying said, before she finished speaking, seeing Song Chuxi had already left in a hurry, she could only chase after her in a hurry.

When the two girls pushed her to Duanmuqi's residence in the front yard, there was only Changcheng alone in the yard, holding his long sword and leaning against the pillar next to the closed door, closing his eyes and meditating.

"The young master has fallen asleep and hasn't woken up yet." Hearing the movement of Song Chuxi's wheelchair, Great Wall straightened up from the door and walked over with the long sword in his arms.

"I have something to look for him." Song Chuxi said.

Her legs were still hurting at the moment, but she gritted her teeth and stood up, and no one saw any signs of pain on her face.

She walked in quickly.

Great Wall knew he couldn't stop her, so he had no choice but to knock on the door first, "Young Master, Miss Fourth is here."

There was no sound in the room, probably because Duanmuqi hadn't woken up yet.

Great Wall called him five or six times, but he never answered.

Song Chuxi was only thinking about the flute at the moment, so he took a step forward and slapped the door vigorously himself.

After clapping twice to no avail, she didn't want to wait any longer, and was about to turn around and order Changcheng to knock the door open, but she heard the door creak from inside and was slowly opened.

Duanmuqi was only wearing plain white pajamas, standing abruptly at the door.

His eyes were blurred, brought to a hazy obsession, probably because he just got up from the bed, and the clothes on his collar were loose at this time, and when the sun shines, his skin color has a charming luster, and the lines at the collarbone Fluid and natural, coupled with that face that is so beautiful that women are ashamed, it looks like a human evildoer standing there.

Shunying and Shunyu hurriedly lowered their heads, pushed Song Chuxi's wheelchair consciously, turned around and retreated outside the yard.

Song Chuxi glanced at him and frowned uncomfortably.

"Young Master, Fourth Miss said something—" Chang Cheng explained with a little caution.

Duanmuqi waved his hand, and Changcheng also turned around and left the courtyard.

At the gate, only Duanmu Qi and Song Chuxi were left facing each other.

Originally, it was only two hours before the incident happened in the night, but when Song Chuxi stood in front of him at this moment, he was still open and frank, without changing his face.

Even if it's just a skin-to-skin relationship, logically speaking, no woman can take that as a complete indifference, right?

Duanmuqi's heart suddenly felt blocked.He folded his arms around his chest, and leaned against the door frame next to him, then looked at her leisurely, and said lazily, "What are you doing?"

Song Chuxi also looked at him. In fact, he felt a little guilty in his heart, so he took a deep breath to stabilize his emotions, and then said seriously: "Where is the thing you took from me last night? Give it to me." !"

She reached out.

Duanmuqi looked down at the hand she spread out in front of him. Under the sunlight, the lines on her palm were clear and delicate, which felt pleasing to the eye.

The corners of his lips curled up, but with a bit of sarcasm, he raised his eyebrows again and looked at her, "What?"

"Are you still pretending?" Song Chuxi suddenly became anxious. She took a step forward, her brows furrowed even tighter, and without explaining to him, she just said, "I borrowed that from someone else." , I want to return it to others. Where did you put it? Give it to me!"

Duanmu Qi let out a cold snort, and just leaned there without moving, saying disapprovingly, "Since it belongs to someone else, why are you so anxious?"

"I said, I borrowed it and I have to return it to others." Song Chuxi said, agitated by his stinging tone here and there, coupled with anxiety in his heart, he also became angry.

Seeing her like this, Duanmuqi felt even more furious.

He only took a lukewarm look at her anxious look from the corner of his eye, then he straightened up, walked past her, went back to the room, and lay down on the beauty's couch as if nothing happened.

Song Chuxi originally thought he was going in to get her the flute, and didn't want to stare at his back as he entered the room, but he still refused to hand it over.

That item was Concubine Shu's relic, and it meant a lot to Yin Zhan. If it was lost from her, she would not know how to explain it.

She walked in and rushed to Duanmuqi.

Duanmuqi leaned on a big pillow with his hands on the pillow, and looked at her with a casual and provocative expression on his face.

"You—" Song Chuxi was annoyed, but seeing her like this, she knew it would be useless to talk too much, so she turned around and searched the room by herself.

Duanmuqi didn't stop her, just leaned there leisurely, the arc of the corner of his lips remained unchanged, but the light in his eyes was slightly cold.

Song Chuxi searched all the way through the drawers of the cabinet, and even turned over all his pillows and bedding. It took only half a cup of tea to go back and forth, and the whole room was in a mess, as if it had been robbed.

(End of this chapter)