"Yes...yes!" After being scolded so softly, the driver finally came to his senses, hurriedly got into the driver's seat, closed the door, tied up his seat belt, and started the car.
The car slowly exited the not-so-spacious alley, turned a corner at the intersection, and drove steadily onto the main road leading to Sikong Manor.
The tall buildings and landscape trees outside the car windows are constantly retreating, and there are colorful billboards, inflatable arches arranged in promotions and decorations at the door of the merchants, etc., which are full of urbanization...
Hai Yue stood stiff and sat on Sikong Jingqiu's lap, without any thought of enjoying the scenery outside the window. She grabbed Sikong Jingqiu's blood-stained shirt and buried herself tightly in his chest.
But despite this, her heart could not help but tremble and was afraid.
Although Sikong Jingqiu didn't speak, Haiyue felt it from his tense muscles and he was very angry.
Haiyue grabbed Sikong Jingqiu's shirt tightly, her finger bones turned white, and the cloth in her hand was twisted into pickles, wrinkled, as if this could alleviate some inner fear.
If Sikong Jingqiu asks later, why did she appear at Du Yunyan's house, how would she answer?
When he thought of this, Haiyue felt as if the blood in her body was frozen in an instant, and she couldn't help but feel cold on her spine.
Of course, Sikong Jingqiu could not have not noticed Haiyue's small movements. He closed his eyebrows and looked at the scenery outside the window that was not regressing. After a long time, he slowly turned his head and glanced at the person who was huddled in his arms and shivering slightly. It was dark.
The eyes sank, and the lines of the chin suddenly tensed.
Although his emotions were fluctuating very violently, there was a rush of rage in his chest, Sikong Jingqiu had no intention of opening his mouth.
After all, they are still on the road and in the car, so it is not suitable for talking about things here, let alone an outsider is present now...
Sikong Jingqiu glanced at the front without looking sideways, and the driver Xiao Wu was concentrating on driving, and his lips were pursed tightly.
The two of them were silently silent until the car drove into the black carved gate of Sikong's house and stopped at the door of two rows of maids standing neatly.
As soon as the driver stopped the car, a servant came forward to drive for them.
Sikong Jingqiu got out of the car with Haiyue in his arms, and did not look at the rows of servants in front of him. He swept across them with expressionless expression, stepped onto the stairs, and came to the third floor, passing through the corridor where light could be seen.
Walk into the bedroom of two people and kick the door up with one foot.
The only one who dared to speak when the young master got angry was not there. The servants were all set in their original place. No one dared to follow him, but only dared to stay in the hall downstairs, waiting for Butler Li's return.
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Sikong Jingqiu placed Haiyue at the bathroom door, turned around and walked into the bathroom to put water, then opened it in front of the cabinet, pulled down his own shirt from the clothes hanger, and threw it to Haiyue with a confused look on his face.
"Wash yourself!"
Haiyue was frozen by his cold tone and did not dare to neglect anything. She took the clothes tremblingly, turned around and walked into the bathroom.
Haiyue stood by the bathtub, staring at the clear water inside for a while, then raised her foot, stepped in and sat down, slowly laying on her back, and looking at the white ceiling woodenly.
What happened just now seemed to be rewinding, one scene after another flashed in my mind.