Half past eight in the evening.

After Ning Qiluo finished eating her melon on Weibo, she sighed: "It turns out that I don't have paranoia, the richest man in country Y is really my father?!" ”

No way!

She had to find time to call Xu Zhufeng to confirm.

It's all her own amnesia!

Ning Qiluo sighed again: "When will I recover my memory?" "If she regains her memory, she won't have to live in inexplicability every day.

Ning Qiluo poked her forehead with her hand, her expression wrinkled.

Jiang Yingchi noticed and put the computer aside.

Then he took down her hand that poked her head: "It's red." ”

Ning Qiluo: "What's red?" ”

"The skin on my forehead is red from my fingernails."

Jiang Yingchi pushed the broken hair on both sides of her forehead a little bit, and then picked up her hand again and looked at it: "It's a little longer, I'll trim your nails." ”

He seemed to just inform her.

Then he found the nail clippers from the drawer of the coffee table, took her hand, and concentrated on trimming her nails.

"Jiang Yingchi."

"Hmm."

Ning Qiluo slowly leaned her head on his arm, leaned lightly, and asked him, "I'm your fiancée, then, my parents must know about this, right?" ”

"Hmm."

"In other words, are the two of us a business marriage?"

"Non-commercial."

"What's that?" Ning Qiluo was even more curious.

"Two little guesses, childhood sweethearts."

Ning Qiluo: "......"

She lifted her head and looked at his jaw: "You're not honest. ”

Jiang Yingchi turned his head and looked at her, with no expression on his face, Ning Qiluo's appearance was reflected in his eyes, and asked her, "Where is it not honest?" ”

Ning Qiluo said very seriously: "You said that we are childhood sweethearts, and the two have no guesses. But we're nine years old, which means that when I'm nine years old, you'll be an adult! Where did the two little guesses come from! ”

Jiang Yingchi: "......"

Do you have to talk about it......

Jiang Ying didn't make any answer.

Go ahead and cut her nails.

Ning Qiluo found that he seemed to be unhappy again, and he knew by looking at that expression that he was cold and didn't want to pay attention to people.

"Jiang Yingchi."

No response.

"Jiang Yingchi, Jiang Yingchi."

Still no answer.

"Are you ignoring me? You just don't think I'm too young to speak, and I'll never talk about your age again. ”

“……”

The heart is invisible...... A hard stab......

"Jiang Yingchi, since both of our parents know that we are married, can you take me back to my house?" That's what she wanted to ask, but she took such a detour before asking.

Jiang Yingchi's hand cutting his nails paused.

Glancing sideways, he asked her, "Are you sure?" ”

"Of course it's sure!"

However, after seeing Jiang Yingchi's expression, Ning Qiluo roughly had a guess: "Could it be that I don't have a good relationship with my family?" Or is it because of what did I get kicked out and I can't go back? ”

"Not really."

After cutting the nails of the little finger, he took her other hand and said, "It's not that complicated." ”

Are you sure?

In fact, Ning Qiluo has always felt that she has a conflict with her family.

Even Sister Xiao Yang said that she hardly contacted her family.

Wait until the nails are trimmed and sharpen them a little more.

"Ah Luo, don't think about it."

Jiang Yingchi held her hand and looked deeply: "As long as you decide, I can take you home at any time." ”