I played the role of a cannon fodder scumbag, but I was the heartthrob

Chapter 317: The Scumbag Son-in-Law in the Rebirth Story (73)

As he said this, a light and intoxicating scent of bitter orange came over him.

He was so nervous that his scalp was tingling, his eyes were dull, and his whole body was tense.

His ears pricked up quietly, as if he would flee in panic at the slightest sign of trouble.

Ye Zhao did not answer his question, but said in a slightly commanding tone, "Look up."

Shen Qingshu was in great trouble, twisting his hands together, feeling extremely helpless.

My heart felt heavy, like a stone was stuck in it. "Zhao Zhao, I will never take off my makeup again. Don't be angry."

Without the heavy makeup, it was like losing his protective shell, and everything was unbearable for him.

In fact, what I fear most is that Zhao Zhao will regret it.

Ye Zhao interrupted him unhappily, "I don't want to repeat the same thing a second time."

"I, I listen to you."

Shen Qingshu responded muffledly and raised his head with gritted teeth.

She lowered her eyes, not daring to look at him.

Ye Zhao folded his arms and propped up his chin, "Look at me."

Only then did Shen Qingshu raise his eyes cautiously, holding his breath and looking at him nervously.

What fell into Ye Zhao's eyes was a glittering sea of ​​stars.

Soon the light was scattered, because now the eyes clearly reflected his face.

Seeing himself in Ye Zhao's eyes, that look was so strange and terrifying that he took a step back.

I really don’t like myself like that. I raised my arms to cover my face and said, “I’m so ugly, Zhao Zhao, don’t look at me.”

Ye Zhao couldn't understand it, but when he thought about what the servant had said before, he felt a little sad.

She removed his hands from his face and held them in her palms, "You're fine like this, what are you afraid of?"

Shen Qingshu said timidly, "I don't want you to be afraid of me or hate me."

He doesn't care what outsiders think of him, but Zhao Zhao's every move affects his happiness, anger, sorrow and joy, and he just doesn't want to be hated by him.

Ye Zhao rolled his eyes at him unhappily. "Stop being so arrogant, you bastard. You should be more confident. Besides, I didn't scream or run away, so I don't look like I hate you, do I?"

Shen Qingshu looked stunned. It took him a while to realize what he meant. His voice trembled, "Really?"

Ye Zhao was speechless. "Are you really not aware of what you look like?"

Shen Qingshu felt uncomfortable all over, like a corpse hanging high in the air, up and down.

shook his head.

All he knew was that he was not like his parents and they said he was a bastard.

But he didn't think he was a bastard, so he thought he was just ugly.

Ye Zhao's gentle gaze lingered on his face, and the more he looked, the more he disapproved.

Shen Qingshu has a beautiful face, a temperament like orchid, eyes like the deep sea, deep and unfathomable, a nose like a hanging gall bladder, and very pale lips.

Even when he saw it for the first time, he couldn't help but breathe hard and dared not speak for fear of being abrupt.

With a serious expression, he said, "It's obviously very beautiful. I have the final say. It's good that you stay like this from now on."

Shen Qingshu was shot through the chest by an arrow, and his blood boiled to his head, and he almost fainted.

"Really?" The voice suddenly became higher. Like a child, he lowered his head slightly and leaned forward to confirm, as if hearing an exaggeration for the first time.

Ye Zhao snorted coldly and refused to say anything.

Turned around and left, taking the bouquet of white jasmine on the table.

I sat down on the edge of the bed and saw him standing there like a piece of wood with a hurt look on his face.

A corner of my heart loosened, and I patted the seat on my left, "Come here, sit down."

Shen Qingshu was flattered.

The bedside sank, and Ye Zhao looked at him, her curled eyelashes fluttering and captivating.

"Qingshu, we never had time to talk properly before. We were either arguing or misunderstanding each other."

"Now that I finally have some time, I want to talk to you."