The Prime Minister's Wife

Chapter 501: As cunning as a fox (1)
All the onlookers were shocked by the scene in front of them, their eyes were fixed on the inside of the carriage, and they even wanted to jump into the carriage.

The layout of the carriage is not like other carriages, which have chairs and coffee tables for snacks, but this carriage has nothing.

Just spread a layer of luxurious white fox fur first, and then spread a layer of white thick and soft silk brocade quilt, with several white soft pillows placed on it.

The woman inside was covered with a red veil, revealing a pair of dark and deep eyes, facing outwards, lying lazily in the pure white.

Baoqing supported her peach cheeks with one hand, and hugged a soft pillow with the other, her eyes narrowed slightly, with that lazy and blurred demeanor, as if she had just woken up.

The long black silk-like hair was scattered on the back, the brocade quilt, and the soft pillow without any restraint, and the bright red skirt was also spread on the brocade quilt.

"Miss Zhuang, have you seen enough? Have seen enough, let's get to the point." Bo Qing said coldly, the voice was extremely displeased.

Suddenly awakened by the displeased voice, Zhuang Mengdie looked at the enchanting figure in front of him, took a deep breath and said, "Is Young Master Bo in a hurry?"

I have to admit in my heart that the enchanting posture of the woman in front of me, such a variety of amorous feelings, even myself as a woman can't help being moved.

It's just, is it to put the big bed at home on the carriage, or move the boudoir to the carriage?
Such unscrupulous, unobtrusively showing such a lazy and enchanting posture, she is not afraid of others gossiping about her.

Boqing slightly lowered her eyes and said: "Because not all women are as fond of Miss Zhuang and show their faces all day long, and this young master is one of them."

As soon as this remark came out, Zhuang Mengdie's face froze, just now he felt that Qingqing's behavior was frivolous, but in a blink of an eye he became more frivolous than her.

As for the others Li Yan, their eyes could not help falling on Zhuang Mengdie, and there seemed to be a little more color in their eyes.

Since ancient times, women's appearance is precious, and it is easy to hide it from others.

Therefore, any lady from a wealthy family never goes out easily. Even if she goes out, she will cover her veil or wear a hanging cone hat. It is really rare for Zhuang Mengdie to run around without covering or stopping.

Zhuang Mengdie seemed to realize what he had done wrong, and the horse lowered his head so low that his chin was pressed to his chest, not daring to say another word.

The people present were wondering what Zhuang Mengdie wanted to do.

There was a sudden snap, and a drop of water fell on the ground, and everyone immediately realized something.

Zhuang Mengdie cried, crying like a child who has done something wrong... There was a hint of sarcasm in his eyes, but the initial good impression hadn't been broken.

Boqing slowly raised a pair of pure and evil eyes, dark eyes, just you are a bottomless pit, people dare not face it.

Staring at Zhuang Mengdie who was dripping with tears, he said impatiently: "My young master only gives you a quarter of an hour. If you don't speak after a quarter of an hour, my young master's carriage will run over you."

If it wasn't for the big plan, he wouldn't want to pay attention to Zhuang Mengdie at all.

As soon as the cold-blooded, ruthless, cold, and cruel words came out, the people present couldn't help but take a step back, and told them in a cold tone that her words were definitely not a joke.

Zhuang Mengdie shrank her neck in horror, then raised her head suddenly, the tears on her face were still wet, and the tears in her eyes were spinning, looking at the fickleness, the fear on her face was more than sadness.

For a moment, as if recovering from the panic, she turned around, pointed at the people behind her who were no different from beggars, and said in a trembling voice: "Mengdie has nothing else to ask, but to plead for them, and hope that Young Master Bo will give them A place to shelter."

"You beg me?"

Boqing showed a touch of inconceivability, not only Boqing, but also the people around him.

Zhuang Mengdie didn't seem to know what he said wrong, looked at Bo Qing in horror, frowned and thought hard: "You don't agree?"

Thinly glanced behind Zhuang Mengdie, the ragged, cold and hungry people who were about to faint, quasi-sneered: "Miss Zhuang, do you really want to help them?"

"Yes, they are so pitiful." Zhuang Mengdie sobbed softly.

"Do you sympathize with them?" Boqing asked with a half-smile.

Uh, Zhuang Mengdie was stunned for a moment, and looked at Bo Qing in puzzlement.

Among the crowd of onlookers, someone shouted loudly: "This is not nonsense. If you don't want to help and don't sympathize with them, why would you run after your carriage every day?"

Upstairs, Fanzhu said with a sneer: "Fallen is a trap, waiting for Xiaodie to jump down."

Zhuang Zhou said disapprovingly: "It doesn't matter, you will know how strong the fickleness is right now."

Zhuang Mengdie is just a pawn, a touchstone, whether fickleness is a vase or a strong man, whether it is worth being an enemy of her, you will know once you try it.

The two looked at each other and smiled, their gazes continued to fall on the street, the place where people gathered. Judging from the reaction of the people just now, the Bo family has produced another peerless monster that overwhelms the whole country.

On the street, Zhuang Mengdie seemed to be greatly encouraged when he heard the man's words, and said loudly: "Yes."

"Liar."

Boqing immediately said sarcastically.

Zhuang Mengdie's complexion changed, and before she could explain, the people next to her complained.

"I watched Miss Zhuang with my own eyes, and I pleaded for them every day."

"Yes, I saw it too."

"Tch, I've watched it several times. How could it be a lie."

"You think you're the young master of the Bo family. It's a lie to say it's a lie."

"Cheating, how is it possible? Why?"

"..."

On the street, everyone immediately yelled at you and booed at me, all of which were accusations of frivolity.

Boqing ignored everyone's words at all, looked past Zhuang Mengdie and landed on the people behind, and said with a half-smile: "Since you were kicked out of the mansion these days, Miss Zhuang has pleaded with the young master every day for you, she , or the Zhuang Mansion, did they give you a meal and a piece of clothing for you?"

With these words, Zhuang Mengdie instantly became very ugly. The cold and hungry people in the back looked at me and you, and didn't know how to answer for a moment.

"No, let alone a meal, not a single grain of rice." Suddenly a middle-aged male voice sounded.

One person took the lead, and the others also spoke out. The women were still crying softly, and said very weakly: "I...I haven't eaten for two days, I'm so hungry!"

With bursts of crying, Zhuang Mengdie's tears couldn't help rolling down, as if he was very sad for what happened to these people.

Boqing smiled coldly and said: "This is Miss Suozhuang, the so-called help and sympathy, it seems that Miss Zhuang's heart is not sincere enough!"

Zhuang Mengdie's face turned pale, but the crying did not stop.

(End of this chapter)