There is still a day left until the birthday party.

Mackerel takes classes during the day and practices dancing at night. Therefore, Bai Luomei has been living in the mansion for the past few days.

Jiang Yonghe came back quietly in the middle of the night every night, and went out quietly before dawn.

This night, when Ah Qi ran into him, he teased: "Aren't you tired of running back and forth like this?" ”

Jiang Yonghe didn't reply, went back to the room to wash off his tiredness, and lay on the bed to look at the message of saying good night to Yu Yu two hours ago.

By this time, she should have fallen asleep.

Although he said that he couldn't see her every night, he felt more at ease to be able to be separated from her by such a close distance.

"Ding" a message rings in your ears.

Jiang Yonghe's eyes that had just closed suddenly opened, and he grabbed the mobile phone next to the pillow to take a look.

Hum gogo: [Brother Jiang, can you let me enter tomorrow with a different role?] Pray for .jpg】

Jiangcheng Half Moon: [The final payment is not paid]

Gogo: [Don't, big brother! 】

Jiang Yonghe shoved his phone into the pillow, not wanting to read these useless messages anymore.

After being quiet for more than ten minutes, there was another "ding", almost a second to scratch open.

77: [Mr. Jiang, have you rested?] 】

Ten seconds later, Ah Qi leaned against the wall under Xianyu's mackerel balcony and looked at Jiang Yonghe, with an aunt smile on her face.

Endure it for a few days, can't you bear it?

Jiang Yonghe didn't see it, jumped onto the balcony and stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window.

The curtain was not tightened, the night light inside was on, and Xian Yu Mackerel was lying on the bed, his fingers tapping on the keyboard of the mobile phone screen.

Jiang Beihe took out his mobile phone and looked at it, and he had been typing, but he didn't send half a word.

Repeatedly writing and deleting, Xian Yu muttered and threw his phone aside and buried his little head in the pillow.

Jiang Beihe couldn't help but hook his lips and replied: [Mackerel, open the door]

Xian Yu mackerel got out from under the pillow, touched the phone and looked at it, and immediately jumped out of bed happily, without wearing slippers, and ran over to open the balcony door.

"Ginger ......"

As soon as she said a word, Jiang Yonghe reached out to cover her little mouth, went in and closed the balcony door, and closed the curtain.

Bai Luomei lived in a small room on the third floor. Even if she also knew about her relationship with Xianyu Mackerel, it was never good to have a private meeting in the middle of the night and reach Nangong Ao's ears.

Xian Yu Ma also thought of this, blinked his eyes, and didn't dare to speak again.

Jiang Yonghe let go of his hand, glanced down at her bare feet, and the nightdress with her calves exposed, frowned, picked her up by the waist, put her on the bed, and pulled the quilt to cover her feet.

Xian Yu sat down obediently and asked, "Mr. Jiang, did I wake you up?" ”

Jiang Yonghe sat face-to-face with her on the edge of the bed: "No, I just came back." ”

"Oh."

"Why haven't you slept yet?"

"I can't sleep......" Xian Yu mackerel lowered his eyes, and a small hand tugged at the edge of the quilt restlessly.

She was nervous. Because, I don't know what to expect tomorrow.

Jiang Yonghe reached out and gently held her cold little hand, relieved: "Don't worry, everything will be fine." ”

Xian Yu Mackerel wasn't worried about himself: "You'll be okay too, right?" ”

She understands that the more important the occasion, the more danger Jiang Yonghe has to face.

Jiang Yonghe clenched his hands tightly and passed more warmth to her: "Well, I'll be fine too." ”

He will take care of it and give her the most reassuring protection!

"Mr. Jiang, what if ......" Xian Yu Ma paused, "If my aunt and grandmother have to force my eldest brother to fulfill that agreement......

"He won't."

Jiang Yonghe knows Nangong Ao, he is not a person who compromises easily.

"If Mrs. Nangong coerces you, I will take you away!" Jiang Yonghe said solemnly again.

"But ......" Xian Yu mackerel looked hesitant.

Jiang Beihe's hand clenched slightly: "You don't want to?" ”

"I don't want you to have one more enemy." This is what has always been uneasy about the mackerel.

Once, the Jiang family forced him to stay away from his homeland. Now that I've finally come back, if I offend the Nangong family again, do I have to live that kind of fugitive life again?

Xian Yu mackerel is reluctant to involve him!

"Mackerel ......"

Jiang Yonghe saw her concerns, pulled her into his arms and hugged her, and whispered affectionately: "As long as you are safe and happy, even if you are the enemy of the whole world, I have nothing to fear!" ”

That's too much of a promise! Heavy to the sackerel felt a little unreal: "...... Am I worth it? ”

Jiang Yonghe's chin was gently pressed against the center of her head, and his tone was resolute: "Well, it's worth it!" ”

Xian Yu mackerel's eyes were hot, and tears crossed her cheeks and landed on the back of Jiang Beihe's hand that she was clasping.

"Little fool, what are you crying about?" Jiang Yonghe dotingly wiped away the tears from her face.

Fresh in mackerel, but tears fell more fiercely. In the past, my brother often called her "little fool" when she was crying.

For her, her brother used to be an important existence in her heart. And now, Kang Byeok-hyuk is just as important!

All along, they are guarding themselves, but they only seem to drag them down, and they can't do anything.

Jiang Yonghe wiped and wiped, but he couldn't stop the tears of the mackerel, and his heart was blocked, and he lowered his head and wanted to kiss her.

Xian Yu mackerel hurriedly reached out to cover his lips: "No, no......"

After the first two intimate contacts, Jiang Beihe had a high fever. Although, Kang said that this is just a necessary process; But I don't want to see him so uncomfortable anymore.

Jiang Yonghe pulled her hand down and kissed her palm: "Then stop crying......"

Otherwise, I don't know how to comfort her.

The palm of the mackerel, which is fresh in the mackerel, became hot because of the kiss, and the heart is also ......

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Bai Luomei leaned against the window, watching a black shadow jump down from the balcony on the second floor, and Ah Qi laughing downstairs, the wooden hairpin in her hand continued to rotate, thoughtful.

In the past few days, she has seen that Xianyu mackerel is always absent-minded when she is practicing dancing. At first, she thought that Xianyu mackerel was an exclusion from dancing.

Until, Hua Xiaocrisp said: "Miss, you dance so well!" If Brother Jiang sees it, he will definitely ......"

Xian Yu Ma threw a coat to cover Hua Xiao's brittle head before blocking her broken mouth.

Later, when practicing dance again, Xian Yu mackerel was obviously much more active. At that time, Bai Luomei snickered in her heart: It turns out that the little girl is thinking about someone!

So, even if she heard the movement just now, she pretended not to know.

It's just that I didn't expect that Jiang Yonghe's dull temperament would do such a thing as a private meeting with a beautiful woman in the middle of the night.

Bai Luomei sighed lightly: Ha, it's good to be young!

Suddenly, a figure flashed in his mind, as well as his clear and slightly magnetic voice: "You are my person now, I won't block anyone!" ”

"Smack!" The wooden hairpin in Bai Luomei's hand fell.

What's wrong with her lately?

Isn't it time to be freed from that man's hands, and to remember his black belly and coldness! Why do you always recall the scene when he blocked the stick for himself?

Bai Luomei bent down to pick up the wooden hairpin, and remembered what Zhai Muli said to her on the day she left: "You are so tired of me? ”

Bai Luomei was upset, so she didn't pick up the wooden hairpin anymore, and went to bed to rest.

"You're so sick of me?" A slightly crying voice sounded in the east courtyard of the Zhai family's mansion.

Zhai Muli looked at the weeping woman in front of him with a gloomy face, and his tone was cold: "Who asked you to come here!" ”