The taxi started immediately, Ye Xuefeng sat next to Qiao Xuewei, smelling the quiet body fragrance emanating from Qiao Xuewei's body, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and turned his head to look out the window.

At this moment, Ye Xuefeng's mind unconsciously recalled the words that his grandfather said to him when he was dying ten years ago, as if only by doing what he said could he solve the mystery of that year.

I have waited for a whole ten years, and now I am finally going to meet Nangong Wu, and I am still a little excited.

Qiao Xuewei's cheeks were crimson, and after getting into the car, she realized that her little hand had been held by Ye Xuefeng since she left the bar, although she did not reject being held by Ye Xuefeng, but is this guy a little too laid-back?

Seeing that Ye Xuefeng didn't speak, she didn't know what to say, so she just sat quietly next to him and observed him, feeling that this young man seemed to be full of stories and mysteries.

When he was arrogant, even the extremely hateful Wang Qian was instantly trampled under his feet, but when he fell into his mind, he seemed so calm and gentle, and the two completely different personalities were perfectly reflected in him, as if he had experienced a lot of things. But this feeling itself is ridiculous, because Ye Xuefeng's age is obviously younger than her.

Sensing that Qiao Xuewei had been watching her, Ye Xuefeng finally turned her head and asked with a smile, "Sister Wei, what are you looking at, is there anything on my face?" ”

Qiao Xuewei's face flushed, and she said with a smile: "No, seeing that you were so powerful in the bar just now, have you ever studied martial arts?" ”

"Hehe, I'm an outer disciple of the Tianshan Sect." Ye Xuefeng felt that there was nothing to hide, so he explained with a smile.

"Heavenly ...... Tianshan faction? Qiao Xuewei was speechless, she just asked casually, but she really doesn't know much about martial arts, is martial arts really like what is played on TV, what kind of school is it?

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With great curiosity, Qiao Xuewei took Ye Xuefeng to the Baiyun apartment community where Nangong Wu lived, which was full of villas, and Nangong Wu lived in an independent duplex two-story villa. The villa is built in the Dutch architectural style, with white bricks and tiles, and a huge four-leaf windmill gently rotating in the breeze, which looks very magnificent.

Ye Xuefeng had never seen such a grand house, and his first reaction in his heart was: Is such a big house inhabited by people?

He watched Qiao Xuewei step forward and ring the doorbell, and after a while, the white door was opened, and then a beautiful girl with long hair and a shawl appeared at the door.

The girl was wearing short hot pants and a white T-shirt, her slender and round legs were full of youthful vitality, and there was a pair of cute sandals on her two pink and delicate little feet. Do you have something to do? ”

"Xiao Wu, see who I brought to you?" Qiao Xuewei said, then smiled and pointed to Ye Xuefeng behind her.

Nangong Wu looked Ye Xuefeng up and down with a pair of beautiful eyes, then looked at Qiao Xuewei, and asked confusedly, "Teacher Weiwei, who is he?" ”

"Huh?" Qiao Xuewei heard this and stayed on the spot: "Isn't he your distant cousin?" ”

Nangong Wu was taken aback, "Distant cousin? Teacher, who do you listen to? I've never had a distant cousin! ”

At this time, Qiao Xuewei was also confused, she also turned around and frowned at Ye Xuefeng, with a look of questioning, and Ye Xuefeng knew that she couldn't hide it at the moment, so she scratched her head and smiled at Qiao Xuewei very apologetically: "Sister Wei, I'm sorry, in fact, I lied to you, I'm not Nangong Wu's distant cousin, but her husband!" ”