"Sage Gong, how about you come and taste my tea today?" After returning home, An Xin's interest was deep and strong. She called for someone to bring out the tea set.

Very quickly, the tea was brewed for the palace sage to drink.

Gong Sheng received it and took two light sips, feeling that the taste of the tea was a little strange. However, he still nodded, "En, you've improved. My woman's cooking skills have improved by leaps and bounds."

"Really, that's great. Then drink all these glasses. " An Xin pushed the four cups she had just poured towards him, then stared at him as she drank.

Gong Sheng did not think at all, as he reached out to drink a cup, then said: "Wifey, could this be your surprise? You ran out for me for so long and you already prepared such a small thing? "

"No, no, of course not. There's still more, I'll tell you later. Otherwise, if I told you now, it wouldn't be called a surprise." An Xin smiled mysteriously.

Gong Sheng became more and more interested. Seeing the corner of her mouth curling up, he did not ask anymore questions.

At eight o'clock in the evening, after dinner and tea, An Xin let him out. As she was leaving, she thought to herself that if he knew about the famous warm colors, he might know about them. She was afraid that something might happen to him, so she decided to bring him an eye patch.

After sending him off to the car, she stood outside the car and smiled obsequiously at the palace sage: "Gongsheng, since it's a surprise, I won't accompany you. I'll be at home to wait for you. "You're so funny."

"Hmm?"

Hearing that, Gong Sheng took off the blindfold immediately, his face turning ugly, "Wifey, if you don't go, can you call that a surprise? "I'm not going anymore."

She would not go, he would go, what joy could there be, his preferences were all with her.

"…"

An Xin heard the childish words and immediately wanted to grab him by the ear and say that she couldn't go, but this person was not a child. He was a palace saint, the owner of the palace's businesses.

Just as she was thinking about how to deal with it, Gong Sheng reached out impatiently and pulled her hand. "Let's go together."

"Hai." An Xin was pulled by him until she almost touched the roof of the car. With the final move, she was pulled in by him and threw herself onto his thigh.

Her face just happened to be lying on the floor between his thighs, and this awkward position immediately made her face turn hot and dry. She hurriedly got up, "Gong Sheng, what are you doing?"

"I just want to go with you. If you don't go, then neither will I." Gong Sheng said childishly.

An Xin felt at ease and steeled her heart. Perhaps once she arrived there and he had a good time, she would have a chance to escape. With this thought in mind, An Xin truly felt warm along with the palace sage.

Because he was afraid that Gong Sheng wouldn't be willing to go, An Xin wrote the address down for the driver. Although the driver's face twitched when he received the note, he didn't say anything.

After getting on the car, An Xin put on the Palace Mistress' eye mask again and walked her to the room that she had reserved earlier.

The chauffeur, drenched in cold sweat, looked at An Xin as if she were a monster. In the end, he didn't say anything. After all, the young master had said at the beginning that he couldn't be reminded, and that he had to make Miss An happy.

Thus, the driver could only silently drive away.

However, after the two of them appeared, the gentle music that was originally playing suddenly disappeared, and the warm atmosphere also disappeared by half.

When they looked at the people they met, all of them looked at the man who was being supported by An Xin with slight shock.

Ever since they entered, the waiters at the front desk had already recognized the man wearing an eye-patch and was being supported by An Xin. That was why they were so shocked that their mouths were wide open.