"If you don't want to fall, just hold on. Don't let people think that I am torturing you."
Pei Xingyuan's cold voice was laced with a self-deprecating smile, and his words seemed thorny.
Mi Xiayao curled her lips subconsciously.
What kind of person is this? You can’t talk to him properly even if you haven’t seen him for a few days.
She insisted on standing on one foot with a stubborn temper.
There was a brief silence between the two people, and the noisy sounds around them seemed to be an incompatible atmosphere.
Pei Xingyuan always raised his arm, even though she refused to take it.
Mi Xiayao felt that in addition to the sunlight shining on her head, there was also a scorching gaze falling on her head.
She was staring so hard that she wanted to find a crack in the ground and crawl into it.
Fortunately, Linglong acted quickly and led the carriage over.
Linglong quickly ran over to help Mi Xia Yao. She thought that this adult had helped her master, so she kindly thanked him.
Pei Xingyuan watched Mi Xiayao limping to get on the carriage.
His eyebrows twitched fiercely.
In the end, he couldn't resist her indifference, so he took the first step and walked down the steps, "Do you really have nothing to talk to me about?"
Mi Xiayao paused slightly, but never raised her eyes.
"Thank you, Lord Pei, for helping me handle the matter just now. I will ask Song Qiao to send a gift to Lord Pei later to express my gratitude."
When she said this sentence, the ending sound was a soft hum that she was not aware of.
Mi Xiayao didn't even dare to look at Pei Xingyuan's face with her peripheral vision. She jumped into the carriage as if her ankle was healed at this moment.
Then, in the carriage, I heard her gasping for air and whimpering in pain.
Pei Xingyuan was laughed at her stubborn appearance.
Just a second ago, I heard her distant and polite words, and the aura around me was like a dark cloud.
Linglong watched in horror as the aura of the handsome man in front of her changed again and again.
The carriage didn't give Pei Xingyuan any time to speak. She took a breath and let the carriage drive away. Linglong, who was walking beside her, almost ran after her.
Looking at the carriage and the maid's miserable back, it seems that through this scene, I can see the way a certain woman fled in Pei Mansion.
He pressed his cheek angrily, his eyes filled with gloom.
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In the next few days, although Mi Xiayao had difficulty moving, she still persisted in going in and out of various chambers of commerce.
Among them, she has indirectly learned from these chambers of commerce how painful the investment by the chamber of commerce in Jingzhou City was.
This morning was the day when Mi Hanhai set off to return to Qingzhou.
Although the injury on her ankle could not be said to make her walk as fast as flying, with Song Qiao's support, she could barely land on the ground.
In Mi's mansion, Mi Hanhai has personally bid farewell to Mr. Mi and his wife.
Mi Xiayao accompanied her father in a carriage to the gate of the capital.
She got off the carriage and looked up to meet her father in the carriage.
"Dad, when you get there, send someone to send a letter to tell me that you are safe. I may not be able to attend my brother's wedding. One of the gifts is from me to the bride. Although I am far away in the capital, don't forget my gift.
A gift."
"And dad, I'll watch you eat here, and you're not allowed to drink more than a few taels of wine. But you can't drink as much as you want when you return to Qingzhou, you know? You're getting older, so you have to be careful.
These places.”
"Also, don't worry too much about the business lines at home. Occasionally, no matter how many days, they won't become a mess. You see, when you come to the capital, aren't the business lines in Qingzhou also developing well?"
Mi Xiayao muttered many things, and the relationship between father and daughter seemed to have turned around.
The old father looked at his daughter with a smile on his face. He raised his hand and subconsciously touched Mi Xia Yao's head.
This was a little trick that father and daughter often did when she was young, but later when Mi Xiayao grew up and got married, there was no such opportunity.
Familiar movements awaken childhood memories.
Her eyes felt sore, she pursed her lips, lowered her head and stopped talking.
"Okay, Ayao should be more careful when alone in the capital. Don't fight everything by yourself. If you really can't hold on, you have to remember what your father said. Qingzhou will always be waiting for you to come back."
The head under the palm of his hand nodded obediently. Mi Hanhai knew that his daughter was reluctant to leave, but he did not reveal her hidden tears.
He just cast his eyes on Song Qiao, who nodded honestly and promised that he would take good care of his wife.
When the business was almost finished, the wheels of the carriage squeaked.
She raised her gaze and looked over. After watching the carriage disappear in the distance that she couldn't see, she reluctantly looked back.
Just as she was about to turn around and walk back, her eyes suddenly caught sight of a figure that couldn't be ignored.
Her steps stopped slightly, then she stood still.
After the distant interaction on the street a few days ago, she finally asked Song Qiao to send a thank-you gift.
Later, according to Song Qiao's description, she said that Pei Xingyuan's face was so disgusting that he felt as if everyone in the world owed him a hundred and eighty taels of silver.
Especially when she put the gift on the table, the air pressure in the room, even on a hot day like the summer solstice, made her feel eerily cold.
Pei Xingyuan crossed his arms across his chest and stood tall across the street from her.
The two people looked at each other in the air, and Mi Xiayao could clearly feel the man's gloomy temperament.
At this moment, a carriage passed between them on the road, perfectly interrupting their gaze.
She withdrew her gaze and whispered to Song Qiao, "Let's go."
As a result, after taking a few steps forward, a pair of black boots suddenly appeared in his sight, pointing upwards.
Pei Xingyuan, who was separated by a road just now, appeared in front of her.
She was so frightened that her eyebrows jumped fiercely, and she took a step back with a guilty conscience.
"Why, do you dare to do it? Now you are scared when you see me?" The man's deep voice fell from above her head.
The words he spoke were pretending to be vague, and the sound of his gnashing of teeth could still be vaguely heard.
Mi Xiayao narrowed her eyes and raised her eyes to look at him pretending to be calm.
"I'm not afraid. It's Mr. Pei's aura that scares me."
"Why didn't I scare you when I was called Rakshasa Hell in the capital?"
"That's different. My... reaction speed has been half a beat slower than others since I was a child. Now I'm afraid of you."
She gritted her teeth and felt that no matter what he said, she would deliberately twist him in the opposite direction.
The man laughed angrily, and he put his finger to the tip of his nose, blocking the curve of his thin lips.
When he put it down again, his cold face had already returned.
After saying these words, he turned around and left, "Follow me."
"Why?"
She subconsciously retorted.
His turning movement stopped slightly, and he happened to be facing her half way.
"If Miss Mi wants to get angry with me, she'll have to wait until the official business is settled."
His tone was low and steady, as if he was speaking a calm word.