Mu Xue shook her head, indicating that she didn't know.

How could she tell Nangong Ying about Xia Yayun's return to City A, Nangong Ying's matter, she only dared to come in secret, and she didn't dare to do it blatantly.

Regarding Xia Yayun's matter, she didn't dare to mention it.

The matter between Nangong Bei and Xia Yayun was in a uproar, and finally ended in divorce, and Nangong Ying was only twelve years old at that time.

The divorce of his parents was a big blow to Nangong Ying, and he was almost sensible at that time.

Since then, Nangong Ying's personality has changed greatly, she is taciturn, cold, and her father-son relationship with Nangong Bei has also broken up.

"What's the matter, Ah Ying?" Xia Yayun pinched her mobile phone, it seemed that she was a little nervous about Nangong Ying's questioning, but she also wanted to try her best to hide her return to City A.

"You're in City A, right!" Nangong Ying's tone was still light, but it was a sign that he was trying his best to hide his emotions.

"Ah Ying ......" Xia Yayun really didn't know what to say later, this call meant that he already knew her whereabouts, and it was useless to hide it.

But she's his Nangong Ying's real mother after all, isn't she?

Ask him about it, and what's wrong.

"I'm at the Cloud Lake Hotel in City A, so you can come and visit your mother when you have time. Xia Yayun burst into tears.

The unilateral stubbornness divorced Nangong Bei back then, and they were separated from him for six years, they almost only relied on phone contact, and they never got videos, after all, they were flesh and blood, and they didn't want to meet if they didn't want to meet was fake.

"Hmm!" Nangong Ying pinched the phone, the green tendons floated, and after a while, he hummed a word in his throat and never spoke again.

His eyes flashed, and he secretly guessed the purpose of Xia Yayun's sudden return to City A.

Nangong Ying turned his head, glanced at Su Ruochun, who was sleeping on his bed, and hung up the phone.

She was asleep, breathing evenly, and the smell of shower gel filled the tip of his nose, fresh and good.

Her long black hair hung down on the pillow, and a few strands of hair stuck to her face.

The long eyelashes drooped down, as agile as an elf, the small and tall nose bridge, the warm red lips were tightly closed, the palm-sized little face was flushed, the reason for not sleeping well, the brows were furrowed, and the mouth was muttering.

Nangong Ying looked at her with a complicated mood, grabbed her with her long hand, and held her in her arms.

Holding her waist with one hand and raising her head with the other, Nangong Ying leaned down, her lips attached to hers, and vigorously pried open the lips that she had refused in her dreams.

Nangong Ying's kiss was domineering but serious, attacking the city and plundering the ground, only to hear Su Ruochun's refusal but helpless chirp.

It took about ten minutes before she let go of Su Ruochun, her breathing was already weak, and her red lips were red and swollen but attractive.

Su Ruochun opened his eyes weakly, with resentment in his eyes, but it flashed, and then turned into a hazy awakening.

How could Nangong Ying not understand Su Ruochun's forbearance, what kind of resentment was under her gentle and obedient appearance.

How could Nangong Ying not know.

He just liked it.

A look that others hate him to the core, but he can't do anything about it.

He feels like he's perverted!

"Ahh......h

"I'm here!" Nangong Ying answered her with a smile raised at the corner of her mouth.

"If one day, Uncle Nangong knows about us, what will he do to me?" Su Ruochun's strength was weak, and he was a little panting when he spoke, but he was extremely moving.

"Well, listen to me, he will never know. Nangong Ying said lightly, but the smile on the corner of her mouth disappeared, and the cold air hit.

"How long will it take for such a thing?" Su Ruochun's tone was light, but a little aggressive.

"The day I died!" Nangong Ying said fiercely.