The long and elegant fell, like a cage of black overturned, a strong smell of tobacco instantly surrounded her snort, she suddenly felt discomfort in her body, didn't he have that faint herbal fragrance on his body?

How has it changed?

She raised her head suddenly, a pair of clear eyes faded into a trace of doubt and hazy moisture, she looked at him burningly, and then touched the pair of deep eyes, her breath was immediately suffocated, she quickly shrunk her eyes into the corners of her eyes, and lowered her little head peacefully.

The strong smell of tobacco lingered in the strong heat of tobacco, and she frowned, not liking the smell of tobacco at all, it was too hot......

Suddenly, there was a feeling of being lifted up all over her body, and she was pulled out of the room by a strong arm, and her body instantly rose into the air, only her toes gently tiptoed on the ground.

She shrunk her little head, her eyes flashed with a faint light, and she had an instinctive resistance to his blunt movements, and she kept dragging her ass back unwilling to follow his strength.

But when she felt the pincers on his wrist increase the force, she muttered quietly, "Inhumane," and then awkwardly followed him into the living room.

With a bang, she was thrown on the sofa raw,

He turned around and went to the room, and brought up a red and white cross-marked first aid kit.

Half-bent on his knees, he carefully took out a cotton swab and wiped the blood stains around the wound on his fingers, his eyes were focused, meticulous, and very professional, and the trace of black hair fell inadvertently from his forehead, covering the cold in his depths and grinding away the inherent coldness in his body.

A chilly coolness hit, but her heart was as warm as the little willow buds that had just sprouted in spring, unscrupulously spreading their little paws and flying in the wind.

In less than a day, two bowls are broken, and you can't afford to be a nanny! He actually teased her in a good mood, and his voice was melodious.

Her heart gradually calmed down, and she tilted her little head from the corner of her eyes, looking at the serious guy, who didn't seem to be as ruthless and stubborn as she was three years ago.

When he dressed himself in the wounds.

The dim slanting sun gently swept over a wisp, the extremely warm light, the temperature in the room couldn't help but warm up, she suddenly raised her head, her eyes uncertain,

He also got up and glanced at her, deep as a torch, with a hint of starlight,

four eyes facing each other,

Confrontation, perhaps,

A few seconds passed,

The faint ink breath, soaring, blurred temptation, although cold, but surprisingly beautiful, she quietly inhaled the breath, she shrank her head in defeat, wilted a small face the size of a palm, she made the mistake of a nymphomaniac again, how old are you, my heart is a little immature at this time, I can't help sighing, "What do you want to say?" ”

"You go," the long man stood up gracefully, "I said I don't need your mercy. ”

"I won't pity you, I'm just pitiful Haohao!" Leng Xiaoxi turned his head, deliberately stubbornly flicked his long hair and left, the black green silk, each one is fine to the good, each one is thick and shiny, one by one is clear, and it pours down, like a perfect waterfall, surging down, and like a beautiful brocade forging, smooth and soft.

The pupils trembled slightly, he hadn't looked at her so carefully in a long time.

She was like smoke and mist, real as virtual, obviously very close, but also very far away, so close that he could see her beautiful face and clear eyes as soon as he raised his eyes, but as soon as he stretched out his hand, his dream was full of nothingness.

They missed it.

She began to rummage through the cabinets to find a cup, and she still wanted to drink water for a while, she walked leisurely in this leap-level space, the pattern was similar, but it was completely in the style of European Renaissance Rococo, adding more intense, bright and concise, it seemed that the whole room seemed high-end and atmospheric, with both luxurious elegance and fashion.

"I brought the drawings?" Leng Xiaoxi walked to the door and took out a USB flash drive from his bag, "It's all in this, you can pick it up and print it out." Fingers pinched a royal blue USB flash drive and generously handed it to him.

"Good!" He took a few steps to catch the USB flash drive with his body temperature, and when he connected it into the palm of his hand, there was still a faint fragrance of her, still that natural body fragrance, a few years later, it was still that kind of soaking taste, and it had not changed.

His eyelashes shook beautifully, and he closed his palms to clench the warmth, as if she was in her palm.

"Why do you want to get a fake?" Leng Xiaoxi's eyebrows raised, not at all the shame just now, more of his stubbornness and stubbornness.

"Ah Qiang," the corners of his speechless mouth lifted slightly, sweeping away the dullness just now, "Ah Qiang, take this away!" Then whispered in his ear......

Leng Xiaoxi glanced at it disdainfully, thinking that the drinking cup just now hadn't been found yet? Fold into Chu Tiannan's house again and began to churn.

Don't look for it, just type a book and read it! She searched for a long time and didn't find it, it is estimated that he doesn't live in this place often, so there is no water cup, she flashed into the room lazily, no longer looking at the dark figure.

Pull open the top layer of the cabinet and touch it? Pour, how can there be ashes? Her heart chuckled, it seems that Chu Tiannan is not like such a person, isn't he clean?

I thought that Chu Tiannan had come back from studying abroad, but I guess I was not interested in ancient Chinese texts, but I didn't expect that there was a thread-bound "Chu Ci" in the middle of the book.

She couldn't help but think of the song "Lisao"

"But the grass and trees are scattered, and I am afraid of the twilight of beauty?" She shook her head, grabbed it casually, held it in the palm of her hand, and there was no trace of dust in this book, and there was no trace of dust when she touched it again, and the other books, she picked them up lightly, but they were a thick layer of soil.

Is this a book he reads a lot? I can't imagine that such a cold man likes a poem full of romantic legends so much?

It was just a casual flip, and suddenly something fell from the middle

She closed the book, bent down and carefully picked it up, and when it came to the palm of her hand, her heart was stinged again, including her eyes, including her ears, and all the seven orifices......

Isn't this the decisive poem she sprinkled with the wind that day? Didn't that piece of orchid handkerchief be cut to pieces, why is it here?

Still spelled together in the original shape?

One by one, how many are there? She didn't remember, she only remembered that day, Xue'er, this handkerchief was extinguished with hope, it was cut and spilled the night before she went to the airport to leave Tianfeng?

He must have been looking for a long, snowy night?

It's a pity that she didn't look at it?

Her heart pierced something again, and the pain of her heart swept the blood veins all over her body, from her toes to the top of her head, and the blood seemed to stop flowing in an instant.

She was instantly petrified there like a sculpture, holding the objects she had been carrying with her in the palm of her hand, which was so kind and warm, but she was ruthlessly abandoned.

When she regained her hand, her heart was broken, and she was as uncomfortable as a knife cut, and pieces of flesh were scattered in the wind like red plum blossoms.

It turned out that he had been silently accompanying her, but she had never found out, but she had been deeply hurting him, and she was an innocent person.

No, she's just a lover!

Whose fault is it?

The shallot is dewed, He Yixi, the Ming Dynasty is restored, people die and never return, and the heart is like a stone sinking Peipu. This is the poem of the orchid handkerchief, and the last line was added by myself.

Sealing people and crying when they met, her heart was once again touched by Chu Tiannan's behavior that she never knew.

From the sound of footsteps near and far,

She was shocked, and quickly restored the book to its original place, but she was quietly holding the poem in her hand, a word of poetry, a word of tears, a drop of blood, a piece of heart, she was shocked, a huge shock.

"Don't come into this room in the future!" Chu Tiannan's gaze returned to a cold state again, his gaze casually glanced in the direction of "Chu Ci", and paused, "Leng Xiaoxi, if you are restless, leave immediately, I don't welcome you at all." ”

When she staggered back into the living room, she had no strength or courage to contend with him.

Chu Tianxian sat solemnly on the brown sand in the living room, solemnly, "Ah Qiang, have you been staring at the company lately?" Don't come back during this time! ”

"But ......" Ah Qiang tangle his brows, just about to say something,

He waved his big hand, "And protect Haohao from being harmed, and ......" His voice was low, "Take her away, no one is allowed to come here in the future, I want to be quiet for a few days!" ”

Leng Xiaoxi hesitated for a moment, and was about to lift her lips to ridicule, but she saw the blood-devouring scarlet in his eyes, which stared at the tip of her heart for a long time, like ice and snow.

It was only for a second, but the scene was that the stars disappeared.

Suddenly thinking of something, Leng Xiaoxi deliberately provoked him, "Are you scared?" Her voice was tempting and motivating.

The air was suddenly cold, Ah Qiang immediately shrank his eyeballs, and couldn't help but pull Leng Xiaoxi, "Miss Leng, let's let him be quiet." He was worried about annoying Chu Tiannan......

The cold ink eyes added a hint of cold breath, he raised his eyes, and at that moment, his pupils magnified the petiteness, "I will wait until others are afraid!" That look involuntarily oozes a kind of calmness, but the loneliness under the dullness is looming.

She smelled a hint of danger beneath the depths, and even more of an irresistible firmness.

Outside the door, she sighed and was speechless,

She actually needs to be calmed more, this moment seems to have passed a thousand years, and it seems like a century has passed. She pinched her wrist hard, yo, it hurts! I took a deep breath.

All this is true, she is a little incredible, Chu Tiannan obviously doesn't like herself, obviously she likes Ling Yuexi, who is a childhood sweetheart, how can it be herself?

"Maybe it's better to let Anan be quiet!" Ah Qiang's fists glanced at the door helplessly, "What do you want, what do you do?" "He knows

The elevator door suddenly opened,

Leng Xiaoxi and Ah Tai were about to enter the elevator at the moment when they suddenly shrunk there motionless.

"Miss Ling?" Ah Qiang couldn't help muttering, turned to look at Leng Xiaoxi beside him, and when he turned back, his dark eyes were shocked, "Why is Haohao here?" ”

Ah Qiang couldn't help frowning, whether he was going to go against Anan's original intention this time, but now he couldn't force Xiao Haohao and Ling Yuexi to leave, and a look of embarrassment appeared on his face.

Ling Yuexi didn't think so, she held her head high, took elegant steps, and said in a thin voice, "Ah Qiang, what's wrong with him?" Why haven't you been home for two days? She looked aggrieved, and a cold gaze from the corner of her eyes hit Leng Xiaoxi's pink face openly.