Chapter 8 Throw It on the Street (1)

Tong Huaer was a little speechless. How good was Zong Beili? She had only known him for less than three days and had seen him drugged twice!

"You compare yourself to her? I'm still a little interested in her body, aren't you..." Zong Beili's cold laughter came from her ear, "I feel like throwing up when I see her!"

Tong Huaer turned his head, blushed and lowered his head.

What is Zong Beili talking about?

"Bring me the wine."

An order sounded in her ear.

Tong Huaer was stunned and realized that he was calling for himself. He looked up at Zong Beili and turned to get the wine.

"Feed her in." Zong Beili's sexy thin lips spat out cold words.

"No... No! Young master Zong, please!"

A bodyguard came over, took the wine and poured it into the maid's mouth without saying anything, throwing her on the ground.

Tong Huaer's eyes widened in surprise, and Zong Beili's lukewarm voice rang out in her ear, "Don't you like to drug? I'll let you drink enough at once! Throw her out on the street!"

"Young master Zong! Young master Zong, please!" The maid was dragged away by the bodyguards and the screams faded away.

Tong Huaer stared straight at the door and felt cold all over. Yesterday, she couldn't control herself with just a little wine. The maid drank a bottle...

"What are you thinking?"

The weight of zongbei's weight on her shoulder shifted.

The numb shoulder hurt like a needle. Tong Huaer came back to his senses and turned to look at Zong Beili. He bit his lips and shook his head, but he couldn't help but ask, "Zong Beili, why didn't you..."

This man was definitely a ruthless man. He didn't even have the patience to listen to the maids. Why did he let himself go?

"Tong Huaer, what do you mean by that? Drink a bottle like her?" Zong Beili stared at her coldly.

Tong Huaer shook his head decisively, "No!" Only if she's crazy!

Zong Beili pulled the corner of his lips coldly, glanced at her, and said, "I thought you felt sorry for the look on your face. It's going to be a long time, and I'll keep your dosage in mind!"

How long will it take? What does that mean?

"Young master Zong, the car is ready. It can leave anytime."

Secretary Ye Shen appeared at the bedroom door and saw Tong Huaer standing in the bedroom with a look of surprise in his eyes.

Zong Beili said nothing, loosened her waist and walked up.

Tong Huaer frowned and subconsciously chased after him, "Zong Beili, what did you mean by that? We agreed that I was just a maid... Ah!"

Zong Beili, who was walking in front of her, suddenly turned around and pulled her over. In a whirl, she was pinned against the wall. The cold wall behind her immediately alerted her.

"Zong... Zong Beili, what do you want?"

"Didn't you ask me what I meant?" Zong Beili lowered his head and stared at her. His rough thumb supported her delicate lips, "I plan to give you medicine every day so that you can take it slowly!"

Zong Beili suddenly let go of Tong Huaer, his straightened body tensed up, and he stared at her with an unfriendly expression.

"Ye Shen, get the strongest medicine ready. If it doesn't have side effects, I don't want to end up being a fool."

With one last word, zongbei li's long body walked forward.

"Yes, young master Zong."

Ye Shen glanced at tong Huaer.

She felt as if she had been slapped hard and hurriedly lowered her head, her teeth clenching her lips.

"Follow!" Zong Beili's voice came again.

Ye Shen looked at her, "Miss Tong, please."

"Me?" Tong Huaer looked up and looked at Ye Shen in confusion.

"What young master Zong just meant was to take you with him, Miss Tong. Just go. Trust me, it's not a good thing for young master Zong to wait for you."

Ye shen said.

After being with Zong Beili for so many years, he could naturally see the meaning of his three young masters' every move. He had to bring Miss Tong to the auction. It was obvious that young master Zong didn't seem to know little about child Huaer, but perhaps it was just a sense of novelty.

Tong Huaer looked at Ye Shen. With his insistent eyes, he raised his feet and walked in the direction that zong Beili had just left.

Along the way, Zong Beili didn't pay much attention to her. He just held her in his arms and used her as a pillow. Half of Tong Huaer's body was numb, but he couldn't move.

"What is this?"

Suddenly, her shoulder felt cold. Zong Beili pulled off half of her clothes, revealing her snow-white shoulder and the peach blossom pattern on it.

On her snow-white shoulders, there were a few peach blossoms, some complete, some petals, like a painting on rice paper.

His dark eyes were fixed on the spot. Tong Huaer blushed and immediately reached for his clothes. "Nothing!"

There was someone else in the car, but she couldn't bring it up. Just when Tong Huaer was anxious, she heard Zong Beili's voice: "It's pretty."

She had already caught his attention last night, when she lay limply with her back to him, and the peach blossoms on her shoulders loomed under her hair. When he pulled them away, he was even more irritated by the beautiful scenery in front of him.

Tong Huaer shuddered and whispered, "Don't you think it's bad luck?"

Zongbei landed on her shoulder and her thin lips stopped. His body was turned away and a large hand pinched her delicate chin.

"Unlucky? What do you mean?"

"It's... Unlucky. Literally, it means... Disaster star."

Tong Huaer bit his lips, his voice a little weak.

All this nonsense was about the other people's evaluation of her and the unfairness she had suffered.

She never dared to let anyone see the peach blossoms on her shoulders, not even her good friend Xu Duoduo, so she did not dare to take a bath in the bathhouse, not wearing a suspender.

"Disaster star? So you bring bad luck to others?" Zong Beili raised his eyebrows, as if interested.

"Pretty much." Tong Huaer nodded and turned to look out the window. His eyes were sad, "The day I was born, my grandmother passed away, so my mother said I..."

"Haha!"

Before she could finish her sentence, Zong Beili burst out laughing.

Tong Huaer turned his head and looked at him in astonishment. Was what she said so funny?

Ye Shen and the driver sitting in front of them were shocked. Of course, they didn't believe the superstitions of the disaster star, but it seemed that young master Zong had not laughed like this for a long time.

"Tong Huaer, you are such a special disaster star. People call it a disaster star because they are born and died. Is your grandmother's death your masterpiece? Are you an idiot? Do you like to call yourself a disaster star so much?"

Zong Beili stopped, and his smiling face made him shine even more brightly. She was stunned for a while.