In the bumpy carriage, Xia Qianqian also leaned against the wall of the carriage, squinting her eyes and looking at him at leisure: "Why should I give it to you for free?"

"Oh?"

He trailed off and said with some curiosity: "I remember that you just handed over the smelting technique of the aluminum bar to Xue Bing without hesitation. Why did you come to me and ask me for a simple weaving improvement technology?

Money?"

He paused, and there was a strong sourness in his words, "Logically speaking, compared to him and me, we are relatively familiar with each other."

"This has nothing to do with whether we are familiar with each other or not."

Xia Qianqian rejected his opinion and said seriously: "The smelting technique is handed over to Xue Bing so that he can speed up the refining of the triangular skeleton, improve the glider as soon as possible, and contribute to the attack on Xiafan Mountain."

"I do it for the country, the people, the folks in Fu'an Village, and also for my family and my father. Naturally, I can't accept money."

Ji Zimo laughed dumbly and argued: "You also said that this batch of fabrics is provided to hang gliders. I also contribute to the country and the people, so why do I have to pay?"

"You are different!" Xia Qianqian looked at him.

This country belongs to your Ji family. Don’t take advantage of it and behave yourself.

She changed her position, holding her chin with one hand, looking out the window, and said reluctantly: "You have to get the secret recipe of the fabric. You can also do business and sell it to others to make money. I charge a certain fee, naturally.

It’s as it should be.”

In the carriage, he didn't reply for a long time.

Xia Qianqian turned back, glanced at it, and threatened: "What? You don't want it. If not, I will sell it to Hu Tang. I'm sure he will be very happy."

"You dare!"

"Why don't I dare!" When she was in trouble, she hated people threatening her the most. With one sentence, the atmosphere in the carriage suddenly increased several levels of pressure.

"You..." Ji Zimo's authority was provoked and he suddenly rushed over.

He put his hands on the wall of the carriage, held her in his arms, lowered his head, and looked at her eyes intently.

The distance between the two of them was so close. When she raised her head slightly, the hair on her head brushed his chin, and his face was only a stone's throw away.

That fairy-like face, almost face to face, inevitably arouses people's endless reveries.

Her eyes fell on his sharp lips.

His lips are very thin, and the lip line outlines a faint smile.

He rarely smiles.

He who doesn't smile is like an unsmiling god in the sky, which is intimidating.

And as long as he twitches the corner of his mouth and shows even a hint of a smile, in an instant, the person in the immortal class falls into the mortal world and becomes the jade-like young master in the world.

With such a person of outstanding temperament, if your mind is slightly distracted, you will be involuntarily seduced by him, and then fall into a deep sea of ​​love because of him.

As she breathed, the warm breath from his nose sprayed on her face, stirring her heart.

The young man in front of her suddenly turned into a burning flame, igniting the surrounding air. The hot flames burned her skin inch by inch.

Her cheeks started to feel hot, and her heart was beating so fast that it almost jumped out of her throat.

Xia Qianqian's back was pressed stiffly against the wall of the carriage. A trace of panic flashed in her usually calm eyes. When she opened her mouth, even her voice had a hint of timidity, and she stuttered, "You...you...what do you want to do?"

Ji Zimo lowered her head and looked down at the person imprisoned in her arms. Her cheeks were rosy, and his face was reflected in her shining eyes.

All eyes are filled with him.

He liked this feeling very much. Being valued by her, he deliberately wanted to tease her, "Why are you nervous?"

In fact, he was more nervous than she was, and in his thin breath, there was her special feminine scent on the tip of his nose.

She has never had the vulgar smell of rouge and gouache, but a faint fragrance, like dew soaked in flower petals. The smell is light, but the aftertaste is very strong, making people intoxicated.

"What can I be nervous about?"

Xia Qianqian had a hard mouth, put her hands on his chest, and resisted with a trembling voice: "You... are too close to me."

Ji Zimo's eyes once again flashed with a hint of teasing.

He lowered his head slightly, and their faces got closer and closer. In a daze, the bridge of his nose brushed against the bridge of her nose, causing her heart to palpitate.

"Xue Bing put his hand on your shoulder just now, and you didn't object." There was an annoyance in his tone, which seemed to have a little sour smell.

"He thinks I'm a young man."

She tried her best to correct his misunderstanding, "Since I disguise myself as a young master, I naturally don't stick to trivial matters."

"Informal?"

He suddenly reached out and touched the corner of her lips with his hot fingertips, like a soldering iron, instantly burning half of her face red.

"Huh?" Xia Qianqian raised her eyes and looked at him in confusion.

He seemed to be in a bad mood and his face looked a little ugly.

A pair of half-squinted eyes stared into hers with dark light flowing in them.

"You..."

Just as she was about to retort, the carriage shook violently, and his face suddenly enlarged in front of her eyes.

Xia Qianqian's eyes widened in astonishment, and she felt a slightly cool lip fall on the corner of her lips, exuding a man's unique rich breath.

She pursed her lips subconsciously, then reacted and pushed him out with both hands, "You...you have crossed the line."

The embrace is gone, and the soft touch on the lips is gone.

Ji Zimo's heart suddenly dropped, and she suddenly sat up straight, her tight body straight and her eyes looking straight ahead, as if nothing had happened just now.

However, his mood improved and he said seriously: "Just now, Geng Zhong was driving erratically. It's not my fault."

Is this really the case?

Xia Qianqian reached out and touched the hot fingerprint on the corner of her lips, then touched her lips, opened the curtain, and said angrily: "Geng Zhong, there is no food for you in the Xia family today."

On the carriage shaft, Geng Zhong gritted his teeth and said apologetically: "Miss Xia, it's raining and the road is bumpy. I really didn't mean it."

Xia Qianqian didn't care about his excuses, she leaned against the carriage and sat down again, looking back at the person lying on the bed, and said angrily: "Today, the Xia family doesn't have food for you either."

The carriage bumped all the way and stopped at the gate of Xia's house.

Xia Qianqian stretched out her hands, jumped out of the car, and walked back angrily.

Behind me, I remembered his calling: "I have paid a high price for the secret recipe of the fabric."

Xia Qianqian turned around, rolled her eyes at his face, and said angrily: "You want to buy it, but I don't want to sell it yet!"

Narrowing his eyes, Ji Zimo stood there and said loudly: "My bid will definitely satisfy you."

"Huh!" Xia Qianqian turned around and smiled sinisterly, "I'm not satisfied until I see the number."

She turned around, waved her hand, and walked straight home.

Geng Zhong frowned and approached Ji Zimo, "Sir, Miss Xia seems to be very angry, and our lunch is gone."

Ji Zimo narrowed her eyes and couldn't help but chuckled: "You did a good job today. I will reward you with ten taels of silver."

Geng Zhong scratched the back of his head, a little embarrassed, "Young Master..."

This kind of thing really gets darker and darker every time you describe it.
Chapter completed!