Dean slightly frowned and lifted a small piece of the front curtain to look.
They saw a middle-aged gentleman in a straw raincoat standing in front of their carriage in the dark rain. He held a cane in his hand and stretched out his hand to block the carriage. Seeing that the carriage had stopped in time, he seemed to be relieved. He immediately stepped forward and said to the coachman, "Our carriage has broken down. We need to temporarily borrow your carriage."
The coachman looked behind him. The heavy rain had affected his line of sight, but he could still see an aristocratic carriage parked on the street. There was an oil lamp inside the carriage. It was like a warm spark in the heavy rain. He hesitated to look at Dudian: "Sir, this is …"
Dean didn't wait for him to finish. He waved his hand: "No."
The middle-aged gentleman was stunned as he heard the tender voice inside the carriage. He immediately stepped forward and said: "Hello, I'm the butler of the Burong family. I hope to borrow your carriage. You can rest assured that I will pay you double the price. Of course, I won't let you get wet in the rain. You can go to my lady's carriage to take shelter. It's still early. I believe there will be other carriages coming over. "
Dean slightly frowned. The Burong family was one of the top members of the Mellon consortium. He didn't expect to encounter such trouble. He could only say: "I'm sorry, I'm in a hurry. You continue to wait for other carriages."
The middle-aged gentleman's face turned ugly. He was about to continue to say something when a voice came from the aristocratic carriage: "Uncle, forget it. Give me the raincoat and I'll ride back."
"Miss, how can you do that." The middle-aged gentleman turned and hurriedly said: "The rain is so heavy. You will catch a cold riding a horse."
"It's okay. My body is very strong." The woman in the carriage said.
The middle-aged gentleman hurried to persuade her.
Dean listened to the voice in the carriage. It was familiar. Although the rainstorm was interfering, but his hearing was not comparable to ordinary people. He faintly heard the voice. Suddenly, a figure flashed in his mind. He hurriedly said: "Come over."
The middle-aged gentleman was stunned as he heard Dean call him. He turned around: "Do you agree?"
"Yes." Dean nodded: "But I have a request. I won't leave the carriage. If your lady wants to come up, I can send her back."
"This …" The middle-aged gentleman hesitated and shook his head. "No, our Miss can't be in the same carriage with strangers."
Dean couldn't help but frown.
"It's fine, Uncle De." The female voice in the carriage said, "Ximing will follow me on horseback. If there is any danger, he will protect me."
When the middle-aged gentleman heard this, he glanced at the armored knight sitting on a tall horse beside the carriage. He hesitated for a moment and said, "Alright, but I will personally escort you back."
"No, I can't fit in the car." Dudian immediately refused.
The middle-aged gentleman choked and said angrily, "What do you mean? What are you trying to do with our Miss? I tell you, our Burong family is not something you can afford to provoke. "
Dudian frowned: "I'm telling the truth. Can't you see it?"
The middle-aged gentleman immediately choked. Indeed, this carriage was a small single-person carriage that could only seat two people.
"Well, Ximing, you must protect the Miss. There can't be any accident!" The middle-aged gentleman hesitated again and again, but still agreed. He solemnly told the knight. The reason why he agreed was mainly because judging from Dean's voice, he felt that Dean wasn't too old. He guessed that Dean was the child of a rich family. So he didn't worry too much.
If the other party was an adult, he would definitely not agree.
Dean saw the other side agree, and his face showed a trace of a smile. He saw the middle-aged gentleman return to the carriage with the broken wheel. He opened the carriage with a black umbrella, and a petite figure bent down from inside. She lifted her skirt and followed him to the front of Dean's carriage.
Dean opened the door and saw her appearance at a glance. His heart was filled with joy. He reached out to help her in.
"No need." The middle-aged gentleman was relieved when he saw that Dean was alone in the carriage. But when he saw that Dean was careless, he immediately frowned and pushed his hand away. He helped the girl into the carriage and said to Dean with a serious face, "Never touch my Miss, do you understand? Miss, if he dares to touch you, you let Ximing beat him! "
The girl kept her head down. After sitting in the carriage, she quickly looked up and glanced at Dean. When she saw Dean's appearance, she was stunned for a moment. Her cheeks flashed a touch of crimson. She heard the middle-aged gentleman's words and subconsciously replied, "Okay, uncle, be careful on the road."
"Miss, you don't have to worry about me." The middle-aged gentleman said and then stared at Dean with a hint of warning. He closed the door to prevent the rain from splashing in.
Dean turned a blind eye to it and directly ignored it.
"Coachman, go to Glinton Street 1!" The middle-aged butler said to the coachman.
The coachman saw that Dean didn't say anything, so he immediately agreed. He whipped the horse and started to run.
In the small carriage, Dean looked at the figure next to him and smiled, "I haven't seen you for a long time. I didn't expect you to turn out to be the Burong family's Miss. Last time you dared to deceive me."
"I didn't mean to." The girl looked up at him. She seemed to feel that her breath would blow on his face. She couldn't help but blush and quickly lowered her head.
She was Jenny who Dean had sneaked out of the aristocratic banquet and met last time.
"Well, you didn't mean to. Fortunately, you met me today, otherwise you would be a drowned chicken." Dean laughed.
"Drowned chicken?" Jenny seemed to have heard this term for the first time. She was stunned for a moment, and then she couldn't help but burst into laughter. "Where did you learn such strange words from? I won't be in such a sorry state. I can stay in the carriage and not come out."
"Really? Didn't someone say that he was going to ride a horse?" Dean burst into laughter, "I didn't expect you to ride a horse. Noble ladies shouldn't practice riding, right?"
"Yes, riding a horse is too unladylike." Jenny calmly said, "But I think riding a horse is very cool. Moreover, it's not that there aren't female knights, but the number is relatively small."
Dean nodded in agreement, "As long as there is a will to do one thing, it doesn't matter if it's a man or a woman."
"Do you think so?" Jenny turned her head and stared at him happily.
Dean glanced at her and found that her eyes were shining like two bright gems. His heartbeat inexplicably accelerated a bit. He took back his eyes and said in a serious tone, "Yes, riding a horse is not a man's patent."
Jenny's face showed a smile, "But my father doesn't like to see me riding a horse. Every time he sees me, he gets angry and loses his temper."
"Then ride it secretly." Dudian said.
"That's what I did." Jenny slyly said.
Dean couldn't help but laugh.
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