After wearing the book, I became the black moonlight of the tyrant

Chapter 180 Xie Jingrun's Lifelong Patience Was Used Up Tonight
When he realized that he was unusual, his eyes darkened, and he threw her on the horse almost roughly.

Rong Qingqing: "..."

She was lying sideways on the horse's back, almost vomiting blood.

Xie Jingrun, that stinking bastard, was so rude that he threw her up without even saying hello.

She took a deep breath, helped the saddle to get up and sat down, looked at the man who was holding the rein and walking in front of nothing, she couldn't bear it and said: "Master Hou, no matter what, I am also a girl, don't you Do you think you're being too rude?"

Xie Jingrun glanced back at her, and snorted coldly, "Rong Qingqing, don't push yourself too hard."

"Huh?" Rong Qingqing was baffled, why did she push herself so hard?

"My lord condescends to help you lead the horse, you should be content." Xie Jingrun said with narrowed eyes.

Rong Qingqing choked. Although he was right, she didn't seem to beg him, did he need such a superior tone?

However, in the past, she really didn't dare to think that Xie Jingrun, a big devil, would be willing to lead a horse for her.

It feels so dreamy!

That being said, she should really be content.

What happened tonight is really enough for her to brag about for the rest of her life.

Haha, thanks to the big devil for leading her horse...

Thinking about it, it's inexplicably cool.

She didn't speak any more, she put her hand on the saddle and gazed at the long street at night.

Lanterns on the side of the street, candles flickering, emitting a hazy light.

A man with a handsome and tall figure, holding the reins of the horse, walked slowly on the street, washing away the evil spirit, and he felt as if he was astounded.

Rong Qingqing was stunned.

Leaving aside this guy's unpleasant temperament, he is really good-looking.

Even if you walk slowly on the street, you still give people the feeling of being graceful, dignified and handsome.

Xie Jingrun led the horse and walked forward. At this moment, he heard a strange singing voice behind him.

He couldn't help but glanced back, and saw Rong Qingqing resting her hands on the saddle, kicking her legs straddling the horse's sides, humming something unknowingly, and she seemed to be at ease. Cozy.

The corners of his mouth were pursed, and there was a pampering in his eyes that he didn't even notice.

The journey from Wangchun Tower back to Weiyuanhou's Mansion was not short, Xie Jingrun himself was surprised that he really walked all the way back without any impatience.

When he arrived at the gate of the Hou Mansion, he stopped and looked back at the girl on the horseback, his eyes slightly closed.

His whole life of patience seemed to be spent tonight.

Changlin had already come back one step ahead, and Zhenghou was in front of the mansion at this time.

When he saw his master approaching with the horse, he thought he was dazzled and misread.

The master let the old lady sit on his horse?
The master who has always disliked others getting close to his horse, let the old lady sit on his horse?

Changlin was surprised and shocked.

What made him even more unbelievable was that Master Hou was still holding the rein, as if he was leading the horse for the old lady...

Chang Lin felt that the scene in front of him was too magical.

Rong Qingqing saw that the Hou's mansion had arrived, and was holding onto the saddle to get off. At this moment, Xie Jingrun's slender hand was handed over.

Seeing the man's slender and clean fingers, she bit her lip, and suddenly jumped off from the other side.

Before the man's face darkened, she stood on the other side of the horse and said very quickly: "Master Hou, thank you for today, good night!" After finishing speaking, before Xie Jingrun could speak, she hurried into the gate of the house .

Seeing this scene, Chang Lin tried to shrink himself into a corner to reduce his sense of existence.

The old lady was too shameless. Master Hou had never been so patient and gracious with other women, but the old lady actually brushed off his face.

He wished he could poke his eyes, he knew that he shouldn't have been here just now.

(End of this chapter)