Yanran smiled and called out: "No, if the young master wants to buy something, I will buy it for you when I see it." The abacus was beautiful. When I arrived at the market, I looked at my own things and didn't bother anyone. How great!

Luo Ziheng heard something else from her words and stared at her cautiously: "What? Do you want to escape?"

Yanran immediately cried out: "Young Master, see who do you think of me? I promised you to do things in the Luo family for three months, so I will naturally not leave. I just think that the things we want to buy may be different, and the routes will be different." She actually thought about escaping, of course not for her own oath, but for her life-savior, and she was still happy here.

"It's so good." Luo Ziheng said, closing his eyes again.

Very good, you're a big deal! Just pretend, it's so stingy...

"Young Master, is this carriage a little shaking? Do you feel uncomfortable?" She was so dizzy that she was dizzy. She also thought of Hyundai, which was a comfortable and fast means of transportation.

Luo Ziheng's heart suddenly felt the pleasure of succeeding bad things, but his face was still serious and dignified: "No, I'm holding it very well."

Rong Yanran stopped talking. She was sober and could clearly feel the things in her stomach rolling. Fortunately, she ate very little in the morning.

After a rare silence, Rong Yanran suddenly shouted "Stop and stop!" several times. Without waiting for the coachman to stop the carriage, he jumped out of the carriage quickly, vomited on the side of the road, and dedicated a small amount of breakfast to the earth.

Seeing this, Luo Ziheng's eyes were filled with complex emotions of pleasure and heartache. When she patted her chest and turned around, she had already recovered from a silence.

"Young Master, I'm sorry." Seeing his frown slightly, Rong Yanran said embarrassedly. Alas! She had no choice but to think about it, and hoped that her boss would not mind her rudeness.

Seeing her bitter face and feeling very sorry and helpless, Luo Ziheng said lightly: "Get on the bus, it's almost here."

Rong Yanran reluctantly got into the carriage and found that the car was slower and more stable. She searched for the rough handkerchief in her small package and wiped her sweaty red face.

A handkerchief with a fine texture embroidered red plum blossom fell lightly in front of her. She looked over with gratitude, but saw Luo Ziheng frowning in disgust: "Don't embarrass me at the market."

The embarrassment and gratitude just now disappeared in an instant. She took the white handkerchief as white as snow, wiped her face hard and said in a prank: "Young Master, you don't want the things I have used anymore, right?"

"Yes." He nodded, adding lightly, "deducting your wages."

Rong Yanran was stunned and handed over and asked with the last glimmer of hope: "Can I just want it?"

His eyes came softly and he asked softly: "What do you think?"

Rong Yanran was frightened by his sudden tenderness and started to fight coldly: "I have used it, of course I have to. I just felt too bored, so adjust the atmosphere." She looked at the beautiful handkerchief with heartache and couldn't help but gossip: "Young master, do you always carry this handkerchief?" She also thought in her heart whether it was used to kidnap women or blackmail employees? A man who is so powerful in fighting should be equipped with a sword or a knife.
Chapter completed!