Ning Xizhou grabbed her wrist and covered her body, "I think there is only one way to promote affection, and that is to do it." ”

The smile in Jiang Qingling's eyes faded, sure enough, it was a beast, except for doing it, he didn't have anything in his head.

Jiang Qinglime is still young after all, whether it is in her previous life or now, she is only twenty years old, and the feelings she wants are not only carnal pleasures, but emotional pleasures.

Therefore, in the final analysis, Ning Xizhou doesn't like her enough, and this relationship is not firm enough.

Jiang Qinglime's hand was propped up on the mat, and she raised her eyebrows and looked at him, "Anyway, I don't want to tonight, if you have to be strong, I won't mind." ”

Ning Xizhou's gaze fell on her face, and his expression paused slightly. The smile on her face was not diminished, but the enthusiasm just now was not there.

He was a little overwhelmed, "What's wrong?" ”

Jiang Qingling shook her head lightly, "I just don't want to do it anyway." ”

Ning Xizhou glanced at her coldly, suddenly let go of her hand, got off the bed, and walked out of the room without looking back.

The man's cold and arrogant figure disappeared in the room, Jiang Qingling's heart was a little empty, and the warmth in the room just now was not there, as if all the warmth was just an illusion.

Jiang Qinglime fell on the bed fiercely, pulled the quilt on his head, and scolded fiercely: "Die tsundere! ”

——

The next day, Ning Xizhou went to Jiang Qingli's room, the room was already empty, he was stunned, and then went out of the room, and when he saw Uncle Zhong coming up, he asked, "What time did young grandma get up today?" ”

"Young grandma is out of the house?" Uncle Zhong was surprised, "I thought that the young grandmother hadn't gotten up yet, and was about to ask the young grandmother to get up and eat." ”

Ning Xizhou couldn't say what she felt, thinking of what she said last night, a little strange color flashed in her eyes.

Uncle Zhong is an understanding person, and seeing the young master's expression, he knows that there may be some contradictions between the two.

Ning Xizhou went downstairs, walked into the living room, and sat on the sofa. Thinking of her words last night, her expression was sad, and her mood became irritable.

Looking at the bamboo on the balcony, my heart sank, who said that the bamboo is easy to feed?

After a while, his cell phone rang in the deserted living room, and he picked up the phone on the sofa, "What's the matter?" ”

The person on the phone: "Ning Shao, the things you asked me to pay attention to already have some eyebrows. ”

Ning Xizhou's expression was slightly cold, "What did you find?" ”

"Shen Yi's accident is indeed related to Jiang Cheng, but no evidence has been found yet, I think Jiang Qingling should also know, but there is no evidence to prove it, otherwise I wouldn't hate the Jiang family so much."

Ning Xizhou paused, "Continue to keep an eye on it." ”

Jin Min hesitated a little and said, "Do you want to tell Jiang Qingling?" ”

"Say it again." Ning Xizhou hung up the phone and rubbed his eyebrows.

Jiang Qingling hated Jiang Cheng to the core, if she really knew that her mother's death was caused by Jiang Cheng, I am afraid she would be even more desperate.

used to appreciate her ruthlessness, but now he doesn't want her to be involved in such hatred, afraid that she will be ruined by hatred.

Ning Xizhou thought of this, a little uneasy.

He dialed Jiang Qingling, but no one answered the phone, Ning Xizhou's expression was slightly cold, this woman is getting bolder and bolder, and now she dares not to answer his call directly!

Ning Xizhou called back again, and the phone kept on, but no one answered.

And in Shen Xing's office:

Jiang Qingling looked at the phone that kept ringing, but she didn't answer.

Chen Lan, who was standing next to her, couldn't stand it: "President, you'd better take it." Otherwise, your man's domineering temperament, I guess, if you don't pick it up, he will rush here in the next moment. ”