"Yu'er's business."

"How long are you going to hide it from me?"

The curvature of the corners of the woman's lips seems to be ironic rather than ironic, and the coldness contained in those dark and deep eyes is almost condensed into substance.

Nan Qing opened her lips, and finally didn't say anything, just said a pale and weak "I'm sorry".

Seeing Nan Qing's appearance, Ji Shumo only felt angry.

The woman sneered and stood up, her slender white fingers carrying a black blazer and hanging it on her shoulders, looking offensive and handsome.

"Forget it, in this case, we don't have anything to talk about."

The woman turned her head and left, without even half a minute of hesitation.

"Wait."

Nan Qing subconsciously got up, reached out and grabbed the woman's arm, and whispered.

His fingertips were cold, and the feeling of touching his skin was inexplicably a little trembling.

Ji Shumo paused, with a little impatience on his beautiful and delicate face. She stretched out her hand, and her slender white fingers grabbed Nanqing's fingers, broke them one by one, and shook them off.

The woman's beautiful eyebrows and eyes were indifferent, and she said expressionlessly: "This time, I'm here to take Yu'er away." You don't have to worry about her affairs in the future. ”

"No"

Nan Qing's voice was low and hoarse, not as clean and clear as usual.

His hand was flung away, and he froze straight in mid-air.

The man's glass-like pupils flickered slightly, and his eyes were almost red.

Perspective shifting.

At the door of the coffee shop, there was a woman standing who had been standing for a long time, and she had been staring at Nan Qing and Ji Shumo.

This woman is Jiang Xiaowan.

Snow skin and flowers, a beautiful mole in the center of the eyebrows, plain white and beautiful to the extreme.

Today she is wearing a light-colored long dress, which is probably related to the clothes she is wearing, so from a distance, Jiang Xiaowan's long hair scattered on her back is like seaweed, and she looks like a beautiful breath of youth

The beauty smiled lightly, just like the bright and stunning appearance of the year.

At this time, the woman's eyes stared directly at the scene in front of her, and her eyes were a little incredulous.

"Ah Jin"

Looking at the slightly intimate appearance of the pair of men and women, Jiang Xiaowan was silent, and her beautiful eyes blinked twice slowly, and there was a faint doubt in them.

At this time, she had almost regained her senses, and she was no longer the crazy appearance of that day.

She stared at the slender and handsome man carefully, and her expression was slightly complicated.

This face is almost exactly the same as the He Jin in her memory, except for the color of those eyes.

He Jin's eyes were that pure dark blue, like a blue lake, and there was a soft and comfortable warmth in them, which seemed to almost melt people's hearts.

And this man, with delicate pupils of light color, although he looks gentle, but with a little indifference and coldness in the world.

So, he's not him.

This person is not He Jin.

Jiang Xiaowan can now be sure.

The feeling that this man gave her was completely unfamiliar, not half familiar.

Think of it this way.

Jiang Xiaowan withdrew the hand that was going to push the door, and after she took a deep look at Nanqing, she turned around and left.

At this time, Jiang Xiaowan was almost awake, and she also recalled what she had done in the past few days.

The memories that were turned out were almost shocking.

Jiang Xiaowan's heart was full of guilt, almost drowning herself.

She was sorry for the little girl.

She did a lot of wrong things.

Jiang Xiaowan's steps were a little vain, and in a trance, she crashed into a warm and fragrant embrace, and was tightly hugged by the other party's slender fingers.