readx; Ning Qing's path has always been chosen by herself, as she herself said, no one can force her, all the luck and misfortune are caused by herself, no one else is to blame. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Does she know what Jing Xiangyang's background is?"

Qi Sheng shook his head: "I don't know."

"She doesn't even know that Jing Xiangyang is doing things for the avant-garde?"

"Hmm."

Lin Erran still couldn't figure out what Qi Sheng was thinking, he waited for so many years and said that he would let go, and when he turned around, he pushed Ning Qing to Jing Xiangyang's side, could he really not care?

"It's a good thing not to know, I hope she will never know, Jing Xiangyang will let her live a comfortable and happy life with her in her heart now, that's what she wants." Qi Sheng put down his wine glass, picked up his coat and prepared to go out.

"What about you? When are you willing to think for yourself. ”

Qi Sheng's back paused, didn't answer him, and walked straight out, in the eyes of Lin Erran, who was a friend, Qi Sheng had paid too much for Ning Qing over the years, and now he could only feel sorry for Qi Sheng in his heart.

Jing Xiangyang was surprised at first when he received An Rui's call, and then recovered his expression and rushed to Xilin, holding the steering wheel in his hand, but the whole person fell into deep thought.

When he arrived in Xilin, An Rui was waiting for him on the side of the road, took out a flashlight and handed it to him: "Miss Gu is on it." I hope you send her home. ”

"Where's your commander? He also assured that he would hand over Ning Qing to me? Aren't you afraid I'll eat her? Jing Xiangyang took the flashlight and didn't forget to joke.

An Rui is notoriously strict by Qi Sheng's side, he has never been smiling, he has never listened to Qi Sheng's orders to do things, Jing Xiangyang is like a fist on cotton to find himself bored.

Jing Xiangyang glanced at him meaningfully, turned around and walked up the mountain, the night in Xilin was really cool, although it was a cemetery, it was very well maintained, the dark cyan grass was extremely delicately trimmed, and even the dust on the stone steps was rare, Jing Xiangyang saw Ning Qing's figure halfway up the mountain.

She sat barefoot next to the tombstone in a black dress, her long black hair draped over her shoulders, and the moonlight sprinkled on her, so beautiful that she was not human, as delicate and charming as a night elf.

His throat tightened, and he strode over, walked down the path, slowly leaned down and encircled her from behind, and asked, "What are you doing?"

Ning Qing was startled by the sudden hug, and felt the familiar breath behind him, before he relaxed again, and muttered in a drunken and misty voice: "I'm chatting with grandpa, grandpa said, when I behave well in the army, he will agree to let the two of us be together."

She touched the clean tombstone, as if caressing her lover's face, and then turned her head to Jing Xiangyang like a child and smiled innocently.

Jing Xiangyang didn't seem surprised at all when he heard the news that Old Man Gu had gone from Ning Qing's mouth, he was gentle with Ning Qing as if he had changed, took the wine bottle from her hand, and then said, "Really?" What did you say to the old chief? ”

"I said that I like you very much, and I want to be with you for the rest of my life, I, I told my grandfather that you proposed to me, I am so happy, it has been so long, I have finally waited for you." Ning Qing smirked and reached out to touch Jing Xiangyang's cheek.

The latter didn't know what was wrong, and was also stunned, looking at Ning Qing's flushed face fixedly, and suddenly hugged her tightly, and put her whole person into his arms, with deep eyes.

Ning Qing her, never said she liked him.

For the first time, Jing Xiangyang was shaken, he did not hesitate when the avant-garde recruited him, he did not hesitate when he suppressed Lin Erjie and Old Man Gu, and he never doubted anything when he went all the way on the road of revenge. For the first time, he was shaken, he didn't know if what he had done would hurt the woman in his arms, and he didn't know how sad she would be when she learned the truth.

For the first time, he felt fear in his heart, afraid of losing her.

"Ning Qing, let's go, let's chat with grandpa another day, let's go home."

The words seemed to poke the sore spot in Ning Qing's heart, she suddenly pushed Jing Xiangyang away, not as confused as just now, the whole person seemed to be awake, and muttered in a hoarse voice: "Go home?" Where do I have a home? In that big empty mansion? It's not as comfortable as sitting on the stone slab here, you see, Mom and Dad are over there, and Grandpa is right next to me, and this is my home, this is it. ”

Jing Xiangyang stroked her long hair, like coaxing a child, and said, "How come? Don't you still have me, shall we go home? Back to our home. ”

Her eyes were hollow, but tears kept falling, as if she had no soul: "Do I really have a home?" Can I still have a home? ”

"Of course you have, I will be by your side to take care of you, care for you, and love you."

He stretched out his hand to help Ning Qing wipe away every tear, watching her cry, Jing Xiangyang's chest was also stuffy, I don't know when, Ning Qing began to be able to influence him and break his long-held determination.

Ning Qing frowned, not knowing whether to agree or disagree, Jing Xiangyang simply snatched the wine bottle from her hand when he saw this, and took her down the mountain with a horizontal hug.

The latter was really drunk, and he didn't resist, he hooked his neck obediently, quiet like a kitten, rubbed his face in his arms, and slowly fell asleep.

Jing Xiangyang went down the stone steps, full of worries, not knowing what he was thinking.

With Ning Qing didn't look back at the house, he drove to the city center, the three-bedroom apartment he bought before was not a whim, Jing Xiangyang knew in his heart that this feeling for Ning Qing was not correct, but he still did it, and found the best interior designer in the country to decorate, and did not choose a courtyard like Gu Zhai, he knew that Ning Qing preferred this kind of warm little home.

No one knows what Jing Xiangyang plans in his heart, how can he hide it when he is doing things in the avant-garde, looking at the sleepy face in his arms, his eyes are deep, and he has been thinking but has no answer.

This small apartment sits north and faces south, and the first rays of sunlight shine in every morning, shining through the glass on the warm brown curtains and showing a little dappled on the wooden floor.

Ning Qing just woke up, feeling a splitting headache, recalling the incident of drinking in Mishang last night, but she couldn't remember anything after she came out of Mishang, so she remembered to look around and found that she was not in the Gu house.

Endured the headache and sat up, Jing Xiangyang walked in with water, and quickly sat on the edge of the bed when she woke up: "Are you awake, do you feel uncomfortable?"

Ning Qing was stunned, what? How could Jing Xiangyang be with him, but Jing Xiangyang was still wearing pajamas, Ning Qing would inevitably not be cranky, and an association appeared in his mind, wouldn't he be drunk and crying last night and pushed Jing Xiangyang there!

This thought startled herself, and she lifted the quilt in a daze to find that she didn't know where the clothes she was wearing had gone, and she was actually changing into pajamas.