Qi Mingrui didn't speak, but the sarcastic arc of the corners of his mouth didn't let go. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info he raised his face, looked at Jun Wuyan with burning eyes, and sneered wordlessly.

Jun Wuxian has read countless people, how could he not understand the boiling emotions in his eyes.

There was a coldness in his eyes, what right did he have to look at him like this.

Jun Wuyan brushed his sleeves on the spot and left a sentence, "You will regret it." Not in the present like I bow my head. ”

The moonlight entered the house, and the figure of Jun Wuyan was already far away. The wind was blowing outside the window, it was about to start summer, and Qi Mingrui actually felt a little cold.

He vaguely knew in his heart that he had offended someone like Jun Wuyan, especially in his predicament of a cloth cloth, with no money and no power, and it was easy for him to be pinched by Jun Wuyan.

But he didn't regret it at all in his heart, just to keep Gu Weiwei's "Xianggong".

It doesn't matter if he doesn't bend his waist for five buckets of rice, or if he is angry at the crown, it's okay to be red.

He just doesn't retreat for the woman he loves.

Jun Wuyan returned to the room and had lost his usual demeanor, his sleeves were raised, and he swept over the cups and small teapots on the table, and there was a clanging sound. attracted the servants outside, and one by two pushed the door in fear.

Falling to his knees, one comforting him to calm his anger, the other picking up the debris on the ground.

Jun was speechless, a trace of gloom swept through his eyes, he could sit in the position of supervising the imperial history at such a young age. The means are not without means.

He beckoned, and the kneeling servant pasted it. A few words to him. The servant nodded hurriedly, patted his chest and said yes, he must finish what the adult gave him.

Jun wordlessly waved his hand, and the two of them retreated. His face returned to a sense of calm, and the table was empty, and there were traces of undried water on the ground, indicating the future turmoil.

It's dark, it's dawning.

Today, Jun Wuyan is dressed in white, and he is still vaguely the beautiful and beautiful son in Gu Weiwei's memory.

He approached, but Gu Weiwei took a step back, the oppression he left her yesterday was going to remain in her memory, making her can't help but reject him.

Gu Weiwei's steps back, a trace of gloom flashed in his eyes.

But he still smiled like a spring breeze.

"Liufang, don't you want to make it clear to me? Another day is too far away, how about today. ”

He shook the folding fan and took a step towards Gu Weiwei, but Gu Weiwei still took a small step back with palpitations.

The loss on Jun Wuyan's face and the gloom and sadness in his eyes were clearly placed in front of her.

Gu Weiwei was most afraid of such a gloomy emotional sadness, although she couldn't understand why Jun Wuyan posed as injured in front of her. But I couldn't help but soften my heart.

Jun Wuyan found his own reflection in Gu Weiwei's eyes, and this alone already made his heart ripple very much.

"I'm going to the capital in two days, Liufang, don't you want to have a little party with me?"

Hearing that Jun Wuyan was going back to the capital, Gu Weiwei was still relieved.

This Jun Wuyan, who made her unable to figure it out, stayed here like a trouble that would speak out from time to time.

Gu Weiwei's footsteps no longer retreated, but she looked at him with clear eyes, without a trace of traction.

"I have a lesson today, if you can wait until the evening, we can get together for a while and make everything clear."

Jun looked at her wordlessly, and the fingers that hung down at his side were slightly bent.

As long as she agreed.

Jun Wuyan hooked a smile on the corner of his mouth.

"I'll wait for you."