When she saw Bai Nuan, her face turned red, and she stammered and asked her if she wanted to drink water, Bai Nuan nodded, and she immediately went to pour water.

The look in his eyes was called a shy and timid.

Bai Nuan was thinking about things, and he didn't notice this, but the housekeeper noticed it and kept an eye on it.

……

Country F.

Anyang lay on the bed, put the marriage certificate on the pillow, and propped his chin to look at them.

He's been watching it for a long time, and he has to watch it for an hour or two every day.

After looking at it for about a while, he stopped, got out of bed to get the keys, and went up to a small room on the top floor.

The door to that room was locked.

He opened the door and turned on the light.

It's full, full of photos.

Many, many, all warm.

He locked the door and sat down, looking at the pictures around him, his eyes a little confused.

These...... It's all his warmth.

A frown, it's all her.

An Yang looked around, but didn't see the photo of Bai Nuanxiao.

His warmth is not a person who likes to laugh very much, on the contrary, she is a little cold.

Not very close to people.

Even if she is with him, most of the time, she spoils him and makes trouble with him.

An Yang got up, the lights knocked his figure down, and he stopped at a group photo.

This was taken before.

I got it from passers-by, and I took it from the housekeeper.

He realized that when she looked at him, her eyes would be gentle, and the corners of her lips would have a vague smile.

He burst out laughing, and his heart was as sweet as honey.

He bent slightly, leaned closer, closed his eyes and kissed it.

"Nuan Nuan, I'll finish this sooner."

The girl in the photo has cold and picturesque eyebrows, but she is still snuggled in his arms and looks up at him.

That kind of look made his heart soften.

His warmth is warm, and I love him so much.

……

Dingsheng Manor.

In the empty hall, there are more than a dozen staircases, and at the top is a well-made chair, which is embellished with precious stones to make it look extraordinarily magnificent.

And at this moment, Ji was sitting on this chair, he was holding the cat, leaning a little lazily, and his eyes were full of coldness.

"It's time to eat, right?" He chuckled and spoke, looking at Vicya, who was kneeling on the ground, her whole person was gone, and there was no trace of pity in her eyes.

People like him have never had that kind of thing.

"When the barbecue is ready, give it to my fiancée." He spoke nonchalantly.

It was unusually cold in this empty hall.

Vicia on the ground finally reacted, she raised her head, her eyes were bloodshot, and stared at him fiercely: "You will not die well!" ”

As if he had heard some joke, Ji looked up and laughed, with a little tear in the corners of his eyes, and laughed for a while before he stopped and looked at her: "Of course I will not die well." ”

"But until then, none of you want me to let him go." He laughed, and the smell of dust all over his body was gone, and some of them were just malicious and cold.

He doesn't have much nostalgia for this world.

Alone, what is there to be nostalgic for?

Life is boring, it is better to create tragedy.

"Feed her, lest she spill it." Ji opened her mouth, admiring the desperate look on Vicia's face.

It was her mother's meat.

Gave birth to her mother who raised her.

Ji allowed her to witness the murder of her family, and let her witness the scene of her mother's flesh being chopped.

He's a true demon.