I Deliver Candy To Men

"Please listen to my explanation, Madam." Song Yingying had a rough plan in her mind, and now she looked at Madam Hou and said.

Just like what Mrs. Hou did just now, she didn't wait for the other party to answer, and said to herself: "It's not that I don't want to serve the wall that Young Master Hou hit, but there are other reasons."

Mrs. Hou did not speak. Mei Yan's face was cold, as if looking at something disgusting, looking at her coldly.

She didn't open her mouth, but the servant didn't stop, dragging Song Yingying to press on the execution bench.

"This is really a misunderstanding." Song Yingying knew that her struggles were in vain, and while her mouth was not blocked, she quickly said, "I was sold in by my parents, and since then I have been a member of the Hou Mansion. Since I am from the Hou's mansion, I can no longer think of my parents in my heart. I just want to repay my parents, and I will serve Xiao Hou with all my heart from now on."

There are many flaws in this statement.

In other words, the logic is too hard to win people's trust at all.

But Song Yingying thought that Mrs. Hou would definitely spare her. It's very simple, Mrs. Hou cares about her son, and she definitely doesn't want her son to have such a bad name on his head - the maid would rather kill herself than serve him.

Say it, how ugly is it?

Combined with Mrs. Hou's efforts to save her and give her medicine after she hit the wall, but now she is going to be beaten to death, I know Mrs. Hou's wrists are very hard—

She could not tolerate others to disobey her majesty and neglect her son. Even if she died, Song Yingying couldn't kill herself because she was afraid of serving the little marquis.

"I am willing to serve Young Master Hou." Seeing that Madam Hou didn't speak, her beautiful face was not even moved at all, Song Yingying then said in a sincere tone, "I will serve others, Madam must not know how good I am. Serving people."

The last sentence moved Mrs. Hou.

She remembered her son who had become reticent since her legs were disabled, did not like to eat, did not like to go out, and did not leave the house for ten days and a half months. The soft heart wrapped in the cold exterior was touched. .

"Ma'am, I'll pack myself up today, and I'll go to serve Young Master Hou tomorrow!" Song Yingying hurriedly said again without waiting for Madam Hou to speak.

She was afraid that Mrs. Hou would beat her up if she said something like "a death penalty is absolved, but a living crime is inevitable".

She didn't want to be beaten.

"Madam, I will definitely take good care of the little Marquis!" She raised three fingers and swore.

Madam Hou finally had a second expression at this time—the eyebrows were slightly raised.

"I'll give you three days. If you can ask Young Master Hou to take the initiative to take a walk in the garden, I won't hold you accountable," said Mrs. Hou.

Song Yingying nodded immediately: "Yes, I remember!"

"Call yourself a slave!" The maid next to Mrs. Hou warned.

Song Yingying lowered her head: "Yes, slaves remember it."

It's like acting, she said to herself. She is not a slave, she is the careful child of parents. She does all this to earn points.

A group of people surrounded Mrs. Hou and left.

Song Yingying wiped her face, stood up slowly, and went back to the house.

She lives in the same room with Situ Jun's maid, Huafan.

The painting fan was not here at this time, and she was probably waiting at Situ Jun's place. Song Yingying sat on the bed and thought about it.

"Come on Yingying!" The system encouraged her.

Song Yingying let out a "hmm" and stopped communicating with it, and began to sort out her current situation.

This body, also called Yingying, was sold to the Marquis of Yongan by his biological parents five days ago. The elder brother in the family wanted to marry a wife, so he sold her with a little dowry. Yongan Houfu wanted to sign the death deed and offered a price of 22 taels of silver, so Yingying's parents decisively pressed their fingerprints.

She is good-looking, has a gentle temperament, and is used to taking care of people. This is what she is attracted to.

At first, Yingying didn't want to hit the wall at all. It was the painting fan who lived with her who said to her, "Don't be afraid. Although the little Marquis has a bad temper, he doesn't hit anyone at all."

Yingying was attentive and immediately asked what happened to her hand? The painting fan was dodging, and showed her hand to Yingying. She saw that there was a very deep hole on it. Although it was bandaged, it was bleeding.

"It's really not the young master who hit it. I accidentally scratched it when I was picking up the fragments of the cup." Painting Fan desperately explained.

Yingying thought to herself, if you drop things at every turn, she is not a good master. Besides, how can picking up pieces be like that?

Next, Huafan said something similar: "Little Marquis really doesn't beat people. He has a good temper. I almost fell him when I pushed the wheelchair, and he didn't punish me." Hidden behind.

Yingying saw it again and asked what happened to her feet? Painting Fan refused to speak at first, but after being asked twice by Yingying, she whispered: "Don't tell people, it's easy to misunderstand. This is not the pressure of Xiaohou Ye's wheelchair, but I accidentally obstructed him from pushing it. wheelchair."

Yingying looked at the blue-black bruise and was so scared that tears came out.

She didn't sleep that night. Then I heard the painting fan in the same room tossing and turning, talking in my sleep: "Little Marquis spares Qingluo, please beg Little Marquis, Qingluo didn't do it on purpose, Little Marquis don't ask anyone to kill her. Woohoo, Qingluo , Qingluo, you died so miserably—"

Yingying was so frightened that her liver and gallbladder were split! She thought about the deep hole in the hand of the painting fan, the instep that was almost crushed by the fan, and the Qingluo who was beaten to death in the mouth of the painting fan, laying stiffly on the bed, shaking all over.

She thought about it all night, thinking that her parents got the money, her brother had money to marry a wife, and she didn't have any skills. She didn't expect to be in the Hou Mansion.

That's when I hit the wall when no one was there.

After sorting out all this, Song Yingying didn't know what to say. Said that painting fans are deeply scheming? I am very sure of that. Say Yingying is stupid and weak? She didn't want to say that. She is not Yingying, she doesn't live in such an environment, she doesn't want to judge anything, and she doesn't think she is qualified to judge anything.

She fetched water, freshened up, cleaned herself up, and sat on the bed waiting for the painting fan to come back.

At noon, the painting fan came back with a meal.

"I specially kept it for you." Huafan smiled and put the food on the table, inviting Song Yingying to come and eat, "Today, the little Marquis didn't eat, and he didn't move any of his chopsticks, so I brought it back to him. yours."

Song Yingying glanced at it, these dishes were really good, they looked good, and the ingredients were fresh. It's a bit cold, and the fragrance is discounted. She looked up at the painting fan and smiled: "Thank you."

"You're welcome?" Hua Fan said, looking at her with some scrutiny in her eyes, she felt that there was something different about this idiot.

Song Yingying didn't seem to notice, she picked up the chopsticks and started to eat.

Huafan narrowed her eyes slightly, remembering what she heard today, she said with a smile: "I heard people say, you want to open up, are you willing to serve Xiaohou? That's the right way to think. How much have I told you? Over and over, the little Marquis is very good to serve, you are always so afraid of him, and you don't know why?"

Song Yingying thought to herself, aren't you scared? Pretending to be so ignorant now is amazing.

"I'll go to serve the little Marquis with you tomorrow." She said without looking up.

The painting fan was silent for a moment. The silence was not long, but Song Yingying noticed it.

Painting Fan didn't want others to serve Xiaohou Ye, Song Yingying made a judgment based on previous analysis and current observation. She couldn't help thinking, why? Is there any secret?

Given that the content of the books she reads are all written from the perspective of the heroine, there is almost no perspective of the male supporting cast. The male supporting role in the book will only appear if he needs to promote the plot or highlight the heroine. Now inserted into the male supporting point of view, everything seems very unfamiliar.

But Song Yingying was not at a loss or at a loss, because she knew that the character of the male supporting role would not change. He is not really a vicious and cruel person, and the author would not let such a character be a male supporting character.

The painting fan didn't show anything strange next, but told her enthusiastically what Xiao Houye likes, what is taboo, and must not mention anything in front of him.

Song Yingying did not listen to her suggestion. She doesn't believe in drawing fans, so she prefers to find out on her own.

The next day, Song Yingying followed Huafan to take care of Situ Jun.

The painting fan is still carefully exhorting: "...Don't stare at his legs, he doesn't like it. Don't look into his eyes, he doesn't like it either. Don't go against his words, just nod what he says, don't go against him, don't Talk more."

He said in a low voice: "Be careful, even if you accidentally get hurt, you can't let people know it's the little Marquis... Do you remember?"

These specious words made Song Yingying a little embarrassed.

She's someone who's watched house fight dramas! Will she believe it? ?

Entering Situ Jun's room, she stared straight at him without shyness, without concealment, without blinking.

Look at his legs. Look at his face. Look into his eyes.

Then, he nodded to him: "Little Marquis? I'm Yingying. I'll take care of you for the next three days. Please give me more advice."

Don't these young masters from rich families like the "woman, you have successfully caught my attention"?

When the painting fan heard this, she was so frightened that her face turned pale, she knelt down with a "thump" and kowtowed desperately: "Little Marquis please forgive me! Little Marquis forgive me! It's not the servant who taught her to say this!"

The fingers on the ground turned white from too much force, the teeth were clenched tightly, and the pair of eyes hidden under the lids were full of hatred.

She really hated this idiot named Yingying!

Even if you want to fight for favor, you don't have to kill everyone, right? !

Who doesn't know that since the two legs were paralyzed, Young Master Hou has paid special attention to other people's eyes, and even Mrs. Hou usually doesn't dare to take a second glance? Even if she sees it, she is so presumptuous!

Situ Jun did not speak for a while.

He was wearing a black robe and sat in a wheelchair. His complexion was as pale as the sun had never seen the light of day. His hands on the wheelchair were also pale, and he could clearly see the blue veins under his skin.

He was so beautiful that he looked like Mrs. Hou's child. In addition to inheriting Mrs. Hou's beauty, his outline has an unmistakable youthful toughness. He was very thin, probably due to long-term insomnia, and there was a thick black under his eyes. The dark eyes were bottomless, gloomy and gloomy. He pursed his lips slightly, his eyes were cold, very indifferent, and there was a faint anger.

The author has something to say: Situ Jun: I am not! I do not have! Don't talk nonsense!