Ji Chenghuai didn't have much thought.

I just think that what the dark guard said before was right.

This Miss Yan of the Prime Minister's Mansion, after the accident, seems to have something wrong with her brain.

At this time, don't look directly at the dishonest head and raise your head?

The illness is not light.

After Ji Chenghuai glanced at him indifferently, he took it back.

His gaze switched in an instant, and when he looked at Wen Ling, he was exposed to soft warmth.

That was a rare gaze that Ji Chenghuai would have.

Only after meeting a little girl will there be such a soft and moving gaze.

"Why are you free to pick me up?" Wen Ling sat in a soft sedan chair, not very honest, and leaned sideways, approaching Ji Chenghuai's side, and asked softly.

Ji Chenghuai raised his hand and touched the hair on the side of Wen Ling's ear dotingly, and replied in a low voice: "I missed you, so I came." ”

The benefactor responded so bluntly, which made Wen Ling a little surprised.

The benefactors are so open-minded, and the little ginseng essence naturally can't be willing to fall behind.

Therefore, he leaned over and approached Ji Chenghuai's ear, his voice was soft, and it seemed to have a hint of Microsoft wind, which could blow into people's hearts.

"Ji Chenghuai." Just a name has already made Ji Chenghuai's heart mess up.

originally seemed to be a stagnant heart lake, but at this time, it seemed like a stone was suddenly thrown in, and the ripples in a circle seemed to be unable to express Ji Chenghuai's friendship.

Ji Chenghuai, who was approached by the little girl and whose voice made his heart tremble slightly, turned his head slightly in a dumb voice, and then kissed the little girl's forehead, and his voice was doting like a spring breeze: "I'm here." ”

She called him, and he was there.

She needed him, and he was there.

originally thought that it was a little girl in captivity, but now I always feel that it seems that I have also lost it.

This deal, how to count it as a loss.

Ji Chenghuai smiled helplessly in his heart, he hated loss-making business the most in his life.

So, if the little girl doesn't give him her life, won't he lose more?

Thinking of this, Ji Chenghuai stretched out his hand violently, put the little girl's little hand on the side of the soft sedan chair, and held it in his palm.

"Smell the spirit." Ji Chenghuai rarely called this name.

For Ji Chenghuai, this name used to mean disgust and hatred.

After all, when he was low, this name, once arrogantly despised him, and kicked him into the water, he used to hate this name when he was on the line of life and death.

But now, he is willing to entrust the rest of his life.

Ji Chenghuai couldn't say clearly, whether this was a bad fate or what.

However, what he knows is that his heart still has ......

The little girl in front of her may not be the same person as Her Royal Highness the eldest princess who was arrogant in the past.

Such an idea is ridiculous, but Ji Chenghuai always feels that he has peeked into the truth of the matter.

However, this kind of thing, when it comes out, many people can't believe it, and even have a bit of a ghostly statement.

So, he didn't want to say.

Such a good little girl, it is enough for him to see it alone, so why bother to say it and let others covet it.

This is given to him by God, and he just holds it tightly.

Others......

If you dare to covet it, you can kill it directly.

The flowers in his backyard seem to have been nourished by no bones for a long time.

Thinking of this, Ji Chenghuai held Wen Ling's hand and unconsciously tightened.

"It hurts a little." As a result, the squeamish little girl, her mouth cocked, and she complained delicately.

It's not so much a complaint as a coquette.

(End of chapter)