ICP record number: Xiang B2-20100081-3 Internet Publishing Qualification Certificate: Xinchu Network License (Xiang) Zi No. 11 Network Culture Business License: Wen Wangwen [2010] No. 128

Lan Yinshui took the lead and walked into the courtyard, several academy disciples in the courtyard were chatting, and when they saw a few people coming, they all took the initiative to come over to say hello.

Beichen is naturally still the old rule, except for the purple pupil in his eyes, he basically can't see anyone else, and the students also know his temperament, so they don't feel weird, so they say hello and take the initiative to get out of the way.

Beichen walked up the steps with his purple pupil in his arms, walked down the corridor to the room next to him, and halfway through, a door on the side of the corridor suddenly opened, revealing a slender figure inside the door, it was Yan Hui.

At this time, Lan Yinshui had already walked to the front, and when Yan Hui opened the door, Beichen just walked to her door with purple pupils in his arms.

The purple pupil was held by Beichen, her face was facing her direction, and she saw Yan Hui at a glance, and the purple pupil didn't say much, just smiled lightly and cast a look.

That look is meaningful.

There is provocation, there is pride, and there is deep contempt......

In fact, Zitong is not the kind of person who likes to show affection to others, but he also has to look at the object, such as Yan Hui.

She doesn't mind being a smug happy little woman at all, anyway, some people who don't like the eye are used to be angry, aren't they?!

Yan Hui is also a smart person, so he naturally reads the meaning in her eyes at once.

In an instant, his chest was full of air, and his lungs almost exploded.

Of course, this is just a matter of an instant, Beichen has already walked over with purple pupils in his arms.

His face was very calm, and his mood was also very calm, and there was no fluctuation because of Yan Hui's appearance.

Because of him, he didn't see Yan Hui, not indifferent, not blind, but completely ignored.

I haven't seen his little girl for more than half a year, and now Beichen only thinks about this person, Zitong.

She was uncomfortable in his arms, and the pillar next to her would not touch her feet...... And so on, where do you have time to see what Yan Hui.

Yan Hui felt that he was deeply despised, so he became more and more angry, walked into the corridor, and looked at the figures of several people who were gradually moving away, and almost wanted to bite the silver teeth to pieces.

"Hah!"

Purple Hitomi chuckled.

Beichen raised her eyebrows, not knowing why she was laughing.

"You didn't see that?" Purple Hitomi asked.

"Who?" Beichen asked.

Purple pupils were slightly stunned, and then laughed out loud, "A woman you shouldn't have seen in the first place." ”

Beichen was also stunned for a moment, and then understood that what she said should be Yan Hui.

However, her tone seems to be a little sour.

This little thing, jealous again?

But he didn't do anything!

"Humph!" Purple Pupil straightened up and leaned into his ear, "I'm just jealous, don't you allow it?" ”

Didn't do anything?!

Who was Yan Hui as his fiancée before?!

With that, she shrank back into his arms and looked at Lan Yinshui, "By the way, Yinshui, you're not injured, are you?" ”

As soon as she finished speaking, someone's hand was already pinching her waist lightly.

The vital point was attacked, the purple pupil **** was unbearable, he almost laughed, turned his face, glared at Beichen fiercely, and the person jumped away from his arms.

"I'm fine." Lan Yinshui stopped his steps and took the small movements of the two in his eyes, but he didn't see it, and reached out to push open the door in front of him, "Please!" ”

Inside the door, in the guest room.

The pastor's face was as pale as paper, and he lay quietly on the pillow.

Purple Pupil frowned, and immediately walked to his side, and raised his hand to reach for his quilt.

As soon as her wrist tightened, Beichen grasped her hand seemingly casually, and her own fingers fell on Shangmu's wrist.