Xu Jinlang looked down at the hands he and Jian Lan held together, his skin was not that healthy wheat color, but white and pure, with slender knuckles, but compared to Rouyi, who was tightly wrapped by his big palm, it was still a little darker, but the two hands with a slight difference in color were strangely harmonious when held together.

This is his girl......

Xu Jinlang was overjoyed to see it, his heart moved, he opened his five fingers slightly, and clasped the ten fingers of Jian Lan's hand.

When he went to Mo's house several times, he saw Mo Jingyuan and Jiang Xiaoqiao sitting together holding hands like this, at that time he hadn't figured out how the two of them could hold hands and be so tired, at this time he was holding Jian Lan like this, as if no one could get involved between the two of them anymore, and the feeling of holding hands for a lifetime haunted in his heart, and he realized.

Immersed in this sweet atmosphere, Xu Jinlang didn't know what his psychology was, he just didn't look up at Jian Lan, because he didn't see Jian Lan's eyes instantly lit up when he said that he regarded Jiang Xiaoqiao as his sister.

Tired enough of being alone in his heart, Xu Jinlang finally remembered that he still had something to say, coughed, and continued:

"Some time ago, Mo Jingyuan held a private banquet, I still couldn't help but go to Jiang Xiaoqiao, she said a lot to me, and it was her words that made me discover my feelings. ”

With a wry smile, Xu Jinlang's voice suddenly lowered, like remorse, like joy and pain, and complex emotions were revealed from his low and slightly hoarse voice.

Martial arts, Jian Lan can understand it with her eyes closed, but people's emotions, especially this complicated feeling, she is still a little dizzy.

But this did not prevent her from feeling the sadness that Xu Jinlang was pressing on the bottom of her heart, like a hammer smashing on her heart, dull pain, but she couldn't take care of herself.

Instead, his body was faster than his thinking, he pulled his hand out of Xu Jinlang's hand, and then took advantage of her height advantage when she stood and Xu Jinlang was sitting, and hugged him tightly in his arms.

It wasn't until there was an extra heavy head on her chest that Jian Lan realized what she had done on the spur of the moment.

It's a bit hypocritical to want to move people away, but it doesn't seem to be good.

For a while, Jian Lan was neither loose nor loose, she was in a dilemma, and finally she stiffened up, and her pretty face was tense.

As if he didn't notice that something was wrong with Jian Lan, Xu Jinlang's head buried in her arms rubbed against her body, the corners of his mouth were gently hooked in the place where Jian Lan couldn't see, but the words he said were filled with suppressed pain.

That night, I thought about it a lot, and finally found out that in fact, I subconsciously mistook my feelings for Jiang Xiaoqiao for love, but the person I really loved was deliberately ignored by me, and I kept hypnotizing her as a brother. ”

"Actually, there is also an omen, but I don't want to face it, so I deliberately interrupt every time your figure comes to mind. ”

"If it weren't for Xiao Qiao's words that night that were too direct, so that I had no reason to deceive myself anymore, I'm afraid I wouldn't have faced this relationship squarely. ”

Speaking of this, Xu Jinlang raised his head and looked at Jian Lan's face, but his hands were still tightly wrapped around her slender waist.

"Jane, can you forgive me for running away like this?"

After speaking, he didn't wait for Jian Lan's answer, a smile cracked at the corner of his mouth, the apprehension around him faded like a tide, and the whole person returned to the gentle, elegant and confident Xu Jinlang.

"It doesn't matter if you don't forgive, anyway, I'm ready to make it up to you for the rest of my life when I realize my heart. Besides, I remember that you didn't object to me calling you wife before I fell unconscious. ”

When he said the last sentence, the expression on Xu Jinlang's face was already ruffian, and the smug tone made Jian Lan subconsciously look behind him, wanting to see if there was a tail flicking back and forth.

Without making a sound, Jian Lan swallowed the words that came to her mouth, and obediently let Xu Jinlang hold her so domineeringly.

Xu Jinlang also saw that Jian Lan wanted to say something, but when he saw that she didn't speak, his heart was relieved, and he was even more proud that his scoundrel had played a role, no, Jian Lan was still not willing to say what she wanted to refuse.

Until a long time later, one day Jian Lan and Xu Jinlang were sitting on the balcony, watching the sunset, and in the quiet atmosphere, Jian Lan said what she originally wanted to say in the ward, and Xu Jinlang was very depressed after listening to it.

Because, what Jian Lan wanted to say was not a word of rejection at all, but about an affectionate confession to him, but unfortunately he was clever and mistaken by her to swallow it back.

Of course, Jian Lan would not tell Xu Jinlang either in the future or at this time, the reason why she chose not to say it was because she didn't want to see Xu Jinlang's embarrassed appearance.

Alas, it can only be said that Jian Lan, who has always been cold, has also learned badly unconsciously.

"Okay, we've seen enough of the play, we can go back, right?"

Glancing expressionlessly at the two people who were hugging each other in the ward, even if they didn't speak, they couldn't ignore the pink bubbles around them, Mo Jingyuan leaned into Jiang Xiaoqiao's ear and whispered helplessly.

Jiang Xiaoqiao nodded, his eyes lit up and he looked at the two of them deeply, and then he and Mo Jingyuan left lightly.

Leaving this time, the two did not go and return, but took Jiang Xiaoqiao to walk around Qingcheng in Mo Jingyuan.

Qingcheng is only a third-tier city, not as prosperous as Rongcheng, that is, its urban scale, is only one-third of Rongcheng, but the historical value here is quite high.

Because there have been several dynasties in history to build their capitals here, even if their former glory has been annihilated in the torrent of time, but Qingcheng still retains some relics of the ancient capital, therefore, this Qingcheng is not big, but it is still a tourist attraction.

It's hard to come out, and it's only afternoon now, so Jiang Xiaoqiao naturally won't let go of such an opportunity to play.

Mo Jingyuan had done a strategy before coming to Qingcheng, and when the two of them came out of the hospital, he took Jiang Xiaoqiao's hand and went straight to the pedestrian street.

Coming to the entrance of the pedestrian street, although it is not as prosperous as the streets of Rongcheng, Jiang Xiaoqiao also has to praise the wisdom of the people of Qingcheng.

Because Qingcheng did not preserve the ancient buildings like some other cities with ancient buildings, but cleverly built the streets of Qingcheng in the ancient buildings.

The quaint architecture mixed with modern neon flashes doesn't give people a sense of nondescript weirdness, but rather makes everyone who comes here feel like they are eye-catching.

Moreover, these buildings are rented from them, so these buildings that have survived the baptism of time are not damaged, but are well preserved.

In addition, this is also a tourist place, in addition to Qingcheng locals, outsiders must pay a fee to go shopping in the pedestrian street, which adds an additional income to Qingcheng, especially in the tourist season, it is a thousand empty alleys.

Mo Jingyuan was not short of money, under Jiang Xiaoqiao's impatient gaze, Mo Jingyuan paid the fees for the two, and walked into the pedestrian street together holding hands and getting along with ordinary little couples.

Stepping across the street, Jiang Xiaoqiao felt as if she had traveled through a dynasty, and under her feet was a road paved with bluestone slabs, lined with orderly and closely connected vermilion houses, which were so long that Jiang Xiaoqiao could not see the end at a glance.

The eaves of these houses are also closely connected, and the smooth upward curve is not only beautiful, but also has an indescribable majesty.

From the window and doorway, you can see the orange light flowing from inside, warm, demure and antique.

Infected by this strong atmosphere of the times, Jiang Xiaoqiao subconsciously relaxed his pace and pulled Mo Jingyuan into a store.

When you enter the store, you feel different, because the style inside does not continue the charm of the outside, but has a very modern feeling.

This feeling of being in and out of the door from a different era is very novel, Jiang Xiaoqiao's eyes unconsciously showed admiration, and even Mo Jingyuan admired in his heart the ingenuity of the person who designed this street.

Don't look at Qingcheng is still a relatively backward city, probably because there are many tourists, and unlike some other scenic tourist destinations, they are divided into peak season and off-season, so the quality of clothes here is still good.

Jiang Xiaoqiao and Mo Jingyuan went shopping, and another reason was that they wanted to buy two clothes for Mo Jingyuan, this time when they went out, Mo Jingyuan patronized Jiang Xiaoqiao, but he didn't prepare much for his own clothes, because his clothes were not enough to wear at all.

Originally, Mo Jingyuan didn't have much hope for the clothes here, just because this was the first time Jiang Xiaoqiao helped him choose clothes, and he enjoyed coming to see it, but looking at it now, Qingcheng can be quite surprising.

Mo Jingyuan's clothes are all custom-made, Jiang Xiaoqiao has watched those TV series before, and his wife will sweetly help her husband buy clothes when she goes shopping, but she is envious, but she has never found a chance, so this time she is quite enthusiastic.

After a short period of amazement at the pedestrian street, Jiang Xiaoqiao's whole mind was immersed in choosing clothes for Mo Jingyuan.

After looking at several men's clothing stores with relatively high-end decorations, Jiang Xiaoqiao and Mo Jingyuan were warmly welcomed by the clerk as soon as they entered.

Jiang Xiaoqiao took out a few clothes that were relatively close to Mo Jingyuan's dressing style on weekdays and gestured at him, nodding or shaking his head while gesturing, and then changed to another one.

Mo Jingyuan was gentle from beginning to end and let Jiang Xiaoqiao fiddle with him, without showing a different expression, his eyes, which were in a state of swishing and cold arrows anytime and anywhere on weekdays, could only be described by the words 'tender like water' at this time, and the affectionate appearance made the eyes of the clerk on the side straight, and his heart was full of jealousy of Jiang Xiaoqiao.

After choosing a few more satisfactory ones, Jiang Xiaoqiao asked the clerk to wrap them up very much, just when the clerk thought that Jiang Xiaoqiao was actually the noblewoman who supported Mo Jingyuan, and showed disdain for Mo Jingyuan, Jiang Xiaoqiao turned to the man next to him and said, "Pay." ”

With that natural look, Mo Jingyuan raised his eyebrows and laughed.