In the morning light, a tall and straight young man, wearing a pale purple plain brocade sword-sleeved robe, a green leather and jade belt around his waist, and a purple gold hollow eight-treasure crown on his head, walked slowly towards her with a gentle smile...
Damn, it's this damned evildoer again. Caiwei's first thought was to turn around and run, the farther the better.
However -
just as she turned halfway, the lazy voice came.
"Miss Wei'er!"
Caiwei's body froze. It was impossible to pretend that she hadn't seen it. She turned halfway and had to turn back slowly, forcing out a hypocritical smile and politely saying: "What a coincidence, I see you again, young master!"
Nangong Yi raised his slender black eyebrows and said in surprise: "What a coincidence? Didn't the young lady come here specially to express her gratitude?"
Puff -
Caiwei vomited blood, and she even came here to express her gratitude? He really dared to think so!
With a twitch of her lips, she quickly drove away the thousands of horses running wildly in her heart, and said solemnly: "I have never owed you anything, so why should I come to thank you?"
"Don't you owe me anything?"
Nangong Yi's eyelashes flickered, and his tone was quite resentful: "I have been waiting for you in the inn for many days, but I didn't expect that you actually forgot the appointment that day. It really makes me... sad!"
He said aggrieved, but his handsome face still had a faint smile, and he didn't look heartbroken at all.
Hearing such a specious accusation, Caiwei clenched her fists. If it weren't for the high martial arts value of this guy, I believe he would have been lying on the ground dying at this moment...
Nangong Yi glanced at her tense face, and then glanced at her clenched fists, and said with a slight smile: "Since the girl has forgotten the appointment the day before yesterday, it is useless for me to say more. Miss Wei'er, please do as you please!"
Hearing this, Caiwei was as if she had been pardoned. She didn't even bother to perform a courtesy and turned away.
Behind her, the faint voice came again, making her hurried steps stop suddenly: "I heard that the Bafu Restaurant in the town has been very popular recently. You should go and see what's so good about that third-rate restaurant?"
Threat, definitely a threat!
Someone is threatening her with her restaurant!
At this moment, Mu Caiwei really has the urge to smash the basket on his head, then pull him over and beat him up severely. It would be best if he was beaten black and blue and half dead!
Of course, this is only her imagination. The other party has subdued her in one move. If she really fights with him, she will definitely suffer. So, after beating him to death N times in her heart, Caiwei exhaled a breath of foul air, turned around again, walked step by step to Nangong Yi, took off the basket from her arms, and handed it over solemnly.
"What does Miss Wei'er mean?" Nangong Yi put his hands behind his back and did not take the basket.
Caiwei doesn't care about these. Don't you want me to come to thank you? I'm here to thank you.
She thrust the basket hard into the man's arms and said in a cold voice: "It is my fault that I failed to repay my benefactor's help in time. I hope my benefactor will be magnanimous and not hold it against me. I hope you will accept this small gift."
Nangong Yi shook his head and still refused to take the basket: "The girl looks unhappy. Do you feel wronged? I don't like to force people!"
The north wind swept across the cold and lonely streets. The sign of Xinglong Inn swayed in the wind. Under the sign, a face that was about to split open struggled for a moment, then put on an exaggerated smile: "You worry too much, I am willing to do this."
Nangong Yi raised his eyebrows and looked at the girl with an abrupt smile. He felt that her smile was like engraved on it, which was very interesting!