The dull sound of slapping showed the extent of the anger in her heart.
He did not move, remaining in a half-kneeling position, mentally prepared that no matter how many times she wanted to slap him, he would not frown.
But when he touches her delicate fingers, he can't help but worry: It doesn't matter if he has rough skin and thick flesh, but will her delicate fingers hurt?
Yu Weiyin didn't know that this thought was running in his mind, but when she saw the blank look in his eyes, she became even more angry and felt that he was rude more and more. She raised her hand and was about to hit him hard again.
But she was held by a broad and strong hand, and the gentle force did not cause her any pain.
She glanced sideways at him and sneered, "What?"
His courage is so great that he can reach heaven!
"Let Mo do it by himself, so as not to hurt the lady's hand."
He spoke in a deep voice, and she caught a fleeting touch of tenderness. She couldn't help but be stunned, unable to realize what he meant.
Shao Mo had raised his hands and fired his bow to the left and right. The force of his attack was so fierce that the sound of slapping continued to echo in the wide carriage.
Yu Weiyin held his hands tightly, and his fingertips dug into his palms, causing a sharp pain.
She knew in her heart that Shao Mo should be taught a lesson, but now seeing him slap her so cruelly, she just felt uncomfortable.
There was a thin thread of pain in her chest, like water slowly flowing into her internal organs, making even her breathing painful.
"enough!"
After an unknown amount of time, she spoke angrily.
When the slapping sound stopped, she couldn't bear to look at his red and swollen face, and her tone was more depressed than ever before, "From now on, please be careful!"
"yes."
There were no emotional ups and downs in the voice, and no resentment could be heard in it. It was like a dull, cold stone, or a majestic and silent mountain, which made her thoughts more and more confused.
If she heard even the slightest hint of dissatisfaction, she would immediately seize the opportunity and drive him out of the Yu Mansion.
But he was so cruel to her that she didn't even have a chance to speak.
But she couldn't let it go. She had to find a guard who could replace Shao Mo and protect her as soon as possible, otherwise, her emotions would get out of control.
This kind of mixed emotion that made her sad and happy appeared more and more frequently when she was getting along with Shao Mo recently.
Frequently, when she was thinking about her embroidery shop business, she would occasionally lose focus.
How damn annoying!
Once she is controlled by her emotions, she seems to have turned back into the arrogant Yu Weiyin she once was, flying moths to the flame and doing anything regardless of the consequences, even if she is the only one who burns in the end...it is really stupid.
How could she allow herself to be stupid again?
The wheels of the car rolled over the slate tiles, making a monotonous clicking sound in the silent night. She opened the curtains and the cool night breeze blew softly across her cheeks, making her feel a little calm.
The anger and anxiety in his chest gradually calmed down.
Like an animal locked in a cage in her heart, she took a deep breath and made herself forget about the people and things that disturbed her emotions.
For several days, Yu Weiyin did not summon Shao Mo again.
When entering and exiting Qifang Courtyard, she didn't even raise her eyes. She treated him with a cold and distant attitude, treating him as if he were nothing.
Shao Mo didn't feel dissatisfied. He also believed that he had offended her. He could calmly accept her disregard and anger.
As long as she doesn't let him leave the house again.
But he didn't expect that three days later, he would see such a scene in the courtyard.
Duan Lang, who was wearing a green shirt, led a group of tall men in and asked them to line up in the courtyard.
Every man has a tall and straight figure, strong muscles, and a sharp sword inlaid with gems at his waist.
With just one glance, he understood what was going on.
There was a coldness in the deep eyes, and the cold and hard face, although still a little red and swollen, could not describe the aura of murder.
Duan Lang walked up to him, pointed at the group of people in black shirts, and said to him gently: "Those people want to be Miss Yinyin's bodyguards, and they are here to challenge you."
Scanning the crowd coldly, he pressed the long sword on his waist tightly.
"Are they coming one by one or together?"
"Naturally, we will come one by one, compete and learn from each other, and that's it."
Feeling the strong killing intent emanating from Shao Mo, Duan Lang frowned and tried to stay away from him.
"One by one, it takes too long, why not do it together."
His tone was indifferent, but it was filled with innate arrogance, which instantly made other warriors sneer.
"Boy! You think we are all vegetarians! How arrogant!"
Shao Mo looked over coldly and slowly pulled out the sword, "Bibi will know whether you are arrogant or not."
Before they started fighting, Duan Lang hurriedly said, "Everyone! Come with me and go to the open space outside the courtyard to compete. Don't disturb Miss Yinyin's rest here."
There was a sudden movement in my heart.
His eyes eagerly fell on the door leading to the wing, but he only saw that the door and window were closed tightly.
Not even the slightest shadow of Yu Weiyin could be seen.
Is she really planning to... drive him out of the house?
Did she really think that she could replace him by finding these warriors?
In her heart, is he so weak that she wants to abandon him like a broken shoe?
His fists were clenched like irons, but his eyes seemed to be burning with flame-like anger. He was a slave, and he was not someone who could come and go when called upon!
As everyone left, Qifangyuan quickly returned to its former tranquility.
The carved window slowly opened at this moment, and a pair of hands as white as jade rested on the railing, like magnolias stained with dew, making people unable to take their eyes away.
"Miss, there are so many powerful masters, Shao Mo may not be able to beat them."
Yao Xiang was sorting out the clutter on the desk, with a hint of joy in her tone, but thinking of the last time Shao Mo helped Duan Lang give her the hairpin, she couldn't help but speak for him, "Miss... you really need to change it."
Shao Mo?"
Yu Weiyin sighed and did not answer.
I stared at the peach trees outside the window. The fruits had turned pink and tender, and a faint peach fragrance flowed in the air.
"Actually, although Shao Mo is sometimes rude, but... he is still very loyal to the lady."
Yao Xiang said to herself, "What's more...he, he even saved the young lady's life."
Yu Weiyin nodded, with a tired smile on his lips, "Whether he can stay or not is not up to me. He is a guard, so he has to accept the guard's assessment. If he beats the others, he can stay."
She actually had some tangles in her heart.
But compared to the fear of being emotionally affected by others, that little entanglement seems insignificant.
These warriors were all among the best in Tongcheng's major martial arts schools and escort bureaus. She didn't believe that Shao Mo could match ten of them.
Obviously, this competition is not fair to Shao Mo.
There are many challengers, but he is the only one who takes up the challenge, which is a great test of his internal strength and sustained combat capability.
No matter how strong his martial arts skills are, when he is tired, his weaknesses will naturally be exposed to others. What are his chances of winning?