Ye Qingwan looked at his expression and said, "Eat, it's not a chili pepper this time." ”

Jiang Wumian directly sent the dishes that Ye Qingwan had put into the bowl for him to his mouth.

At that moment, the anger came up again.

Spicy, he poured a cup of tea.

When I came back to my senses, I heard a low laugh beside me, crisp and pleasant.

He hooked his lips slightly, if he could make her smile, it would be a little spicy, and it didn't matter.

On this day, except for Ji Wushuang coming from time to time to brush up on his sense of existence, the days are also rare and comfortable.

Ye Qingwan is also strange, this Ji Wushuang is not Jiang Wumian's opponent in terms of brain or skill, and he still fiercely comes up to fight with Jiang Wumian.

Even if he can't see it, Jiang Wumian beats him, it's a piece of cake.

For an afternoon, Ji Wushuang's screams were endless.

The guards who followed him and protected him couldn't stand it.

Ji Wushuang is the treasure in the palm of his hand in the family, who is not spoiled, where does anyone dare to do anything to him, this also develops his temperament of being scared of the sky and the earth, he can't bear to suffer, he was beaten so badly at this time, he really can't bear to look at it directly.

"Xiaomian, I'm tired."

Ji Wushuang staggered to his feet, his whole person collapsed, and when he heard Jiang Wushuang's voice at this time, he was so angry that he fainted directly.

Ye Qingwan saw Ji Wushuang's appearance and shook his head helplessly.

He threw a bottle of bruising medicine and gave it to his guards.

She helped Jiang Wumian into the house.

"You can't get used to him telling him, if you don't say a word, he can only do it."

Ji Wushuang has been shouting, and this afternoon, Jiang Wumian said no more than three words to him.

It's quite annoying.

Ye Qingwan complained about him.

This man clearly did it on purpose.

He figured out Ji Wushuang's temperament, and beat people up in a bright way, even if Ji Wushuang reacted afterwards, he could only knock out his teeth and swallow blood, after all, it was he who shouted and did it first.

Jiang Wumian just smiled lowly, did not speak, but pinched Ye Qingwan's hand, and had only one thought in his heart: his girl was too thin.

Holding it in his hands, it was all bones, which made him feel distressed.

"What do you do?" Ye Qingwan glanced at him, what's wrong with this man?

What do you do with pinching her hands?

"Xiao Mian, eat more meat in the future."

He must raise her for nothing.

“……”

-

It's night.

Jiang Wumian was ruthlessly thrown out of the room by Ye Qingwan.

"It's your face, it's just an inch!"

still wants to sleep with her, who gave him the guts?

Jiang Wumian knocked on the door again, but the people inside didn't respond to him, so he could only grope his way to his room.

Yelin came out at this time and stood behind Jiang Wumian, holding on to prevent him from falling by himself.

"This king asks you, what is Xiaomian angry with me?"

Although it was only one day, Jiang Wumian was still keenly aware that Ye Qingwan really had a lot of opinions about him, hot and cold.

Jiang Wumian's voice was a little cold, and it fell on the walk, cold and cold, drilling into people's bones.

Yelin shook his spirit, and greeted the eighteenth generation ancestors of the three people fiercely in his heart, knowing that this would be the case, and pushed him out.

Tut.

complained in his heart, his expression was still very nervous, and he said respectfully: "Master, Wang-Miss Mo is probably just not familiar with you, so she is lukewarm to you." ”

Yelin almost blurted out the word princess, and his heart skipped a beat.

"Unfamiliar?" The two words were fluttering, so that people couldn't hear the joy and anger, and they didn't dare to guess what he was thinking.

Yelin looked at Jiang Wumian, in the end, he was his master, and he also hoped that he would be well, and he felt uncomfortable when such a thing happened at this time.

In the past, the two of them were not like glue, but they were also very affectionate, but look at the present, cruel and indifferent.

"Master, if you want to live with Miss Mo, you should find a way to make Miss Mo jealous, if Miss Mo is jealous, maybe she won't let you go."

This is all what Yelin saw from the excerpts.

It is said that men are very disgusted with the women they like, and they are eager to hang each other on their bodies, what is this called - yes, it is possessiveness!

Yelin scratched his head, he was stupid, and this was the only thing he could think of.

Jiang Wumian pursed his lips slightly?

Let Mo Sleepless be jealous?

He only ate a whole vat of vinegar today.

Let her be jealous of such an indifferent person, I'm afraid it will be more difficult than ascending to the sky.

Jiang Wumian thought so, and sighed to himself in his heart, the things in the past, forgetting is forgetting, and he didn't want to remember, he always felt that those things in the past were the culprits who separated him from Xiaomian.

When I think of it, my heart is densely filled with pain, like a pinprick and a needle.

Thinking so, he had already arrived at his room, and he said to Yelin, "You go down." ”

It was 10 minutes late at night, and the surroundings were quiet.

In the inn, a person sneaked in, and walked straight towards Jiang Wumian's room, looking at the figure, it was a woman.

Hei Feng and Xuanlin who were hiding in the dark found out early in the morning, Hei Feng had cold eyes, and was about to step forward to drive the woman out, but was stopped by Xuanlin.

Xuanlin shook his head at him and whispered, "She's not the master's opponent, and besides, maybe this can—"

Xuanlin said everything in his heart, glanced at Hei Feng, and smiled maliciously.

That's a good idea.

The woman tiptoed open the door, the moonlight was bright, and the room could be seen clearly, and she walked directly to the bed.

The man lay quietly on the bed, like a sleeping beauty, and people fell at a glance.

Her eyes fell greedily on his face, how could such a beautiful person be cheaper than the rest of the people?

She doesn't allow it!

She took the incense from her bosom and lit it directly, and the lingering smoke rose, and the fragrance was so strong that it was even a little choking.

She casually put the incense aside and leaned over to look at Jiang Wumian.

"Tonight, you're mine."

And before her hand touched Jiang Wumian, the person on the bed suddenly opened his eyes.

A pair of pitch-black pupils, an indescribable chill.

The chill swept over the world, making the woman's heart chuckle.

He, how did he wake up?

After a while, the woman's lips hooked indifferently, what happened when she woke up, she was just a blind person, and she could still escape from her Five Finger Mountain?

She's bound to win tonight.

Thinking so, her hand had already clasped Jiang Wumian's wrist, "I'm Xiao Mian......"

Sure enough, after a low sound, Jiang Wumian's whole person quieted down.

She glanced at the incense on the side, and the corners of her mouth hooked, and it worked.

At this time, in Jiang Wumian's mind, Ye Qingwan's delicate little face automatically appeared.

Just as he was about to warm fragrant nephrite in his arms, the smiling face in his head gradually turned cold, crying, and looking at him with despair.

"Jiang Wumian, you bear my ......"

Her form grew farther and farther away from him, as if she was going to leave him forever.

And these six short words were like a stab in Jiang Wumian's heart, and the stinging pain spread throughout his body in an instant, pouring into his brain, making his whole person wake up instantly.

The woman was lying on his chest at this time, her clothes were half-open, indescribably charming and moving, she was wrapping the hair on Jiang Wumian's chest at this time, and the temperature in the room was rising, with heat.

Because of this, she didn't notice the subtle changes in Jiang Wumian's expression.

"Get out!"

Suddenly, it was extremely cold, wrapped in frost, and the chill was biting.

Jiang Wumian wanted to shake the person on his body away, but suddenly found that his body couldn't gather qi, and his whole body was sour and weak.

He twisted his eyebrows slightly, is it the reason for the fragrance?

In the past, he wouldn't sleep so deeply, but it was only because he was with Ye Qingwan in the past few days that he subconsciously let down his guard, and he was caught in the gap.

"Don't struggle, no one can save you tonight."

I was surprised that Jiang Wumian could wake up on his own, but it was only for a moment, what if he was awake, didn't he want to be with her?

Isn't the gentle country in the fantasy world bad?

I have to wake up and suffer this sin.

Resisting the influence of the aroma, Jiang Wumian still wanted to push the person on his body away.

Being touched by a stranger made him feel sick.

He bit his lip, blood flowed, and he didn't know where the strength came from, and suddenly pushed the person on his body away.

He got out of bed in a panic, his steps were vague, he couldn't see anything, his hands wanted to find a support, but he knocked off all the ornaments on the table, and a lot of things broke under his feet, and he also suffered a lot of injuries during the rampage.

Touching a piece of broken porcelain in his hand, he held it tightly in his palm and stabbed it directly into his thigh.

The sharp pain cleared his brain.

Panting for breath and enduring the physical discomfort.

The woman raised her head indifferently, her eyes like a wild beast, staring closely at her prey.

There is no doubt that this prey is Jiang Wumian.

The door was suddenly pushed open, "What are you doing when you don't sleep at night......?"

Ye Qingwan raised his eyes, and the words that rushed out of his mouth were already weak in the end.

The scene in front of her made her tremble.

Jiang Wumian's body was stained with blood piece by piece, and the room was also in chaos.

Her pupils twitched when she saw it.

Hearing the familiar voice, indifferent, arrogant, and condescending, Jiang Wumian's irritable heart suddenly calmed down.

That's her, that's her voice, not that pretentious, disgusting tone.

He followed the voice and walked towards her.

He didn't wear shoes, stepped on the ground barefoot, blood marks one step at a time, and his body was shaking.

"Little Sleep ......"

He opened his hand and swayed......

"Xiaomian, I was touched by her......"

The low voice, with remorse and grievances, such a tone is really distressing.

He couldn't hold his body anymore, but he didn't dare to lean on Ye Qingjuan, with his long arms, he was only an inch away from Ye Qingjuan.

Ye Qingwan looked at the person in front of him, his dark eyes were like the most intense strokes, shining with a very fragile light.

"Xiaomian, I'm dirty......"

Jiang Wumian withdrew his hand and hung it at his side, his whole body trembling.

At this moment, Ye Qingwan was distressed.

Her people, naturally, only she can touch, no one else, no door.