"Well, that's ...... This is the younger brother of Yu'er's friend. ”

The woman replied stiffly, her slender white fingers covering her forehead, and her delicate red lips twitched.

God knows why she is so weak-hearted.

"Yes."

Nan Qing replied lightly.

The voice that has always been gentle also has a little coolness at the moment, as if smiling but not smiling.

The man's gentle eyes drooped, and the pure light deepened a little, and he didn't know if he believed this.

The atmosphere fell silent for a while.

Ji Shumo stood up with his hand on the desk, and said to Nanqing, "Qingqing, I'll go out for a while." ”

Immediately, a pair of pale and slender hands took the woman's thin shoulders and pressed her to sit on the chair.

The hands are beautiful, the bone line is smooth and beautiful, the tone is that kind of cold white, with the ascetic elegance of the medieval aristocracy, at this time on the woman's shoulders, lined with black clothes, colliding with incomparable magnificence.

The man's hand may seem pale, even delicately thin, but the strength contained in it is amazing. Ji Shumo's shoulders were buckled, and she found that she couldn't move at all.

The woman looked up, her beautiful and cold face with a look of doubt.

Nan Qing smiled at her, her clear eyes bent, "Ah Mo, just sit down, I'll take a look." ”

There are even two shallow dimples on his face, which are very similar to Nanyu, lined with a snow-white soft sweater, and the whole person looks even more well-behaved and gentle.

However, Nanqing like this made Ji Shumo feel a little hairy in his heart.

Uh, her dear, it seems to be ...... today It's kind of weird.

"Okay, okay."

The red lips opened slightly, Ji Shumo nodded stunned, there was a rare bit of cuteness on her sharp and beautiful face, and her words were a little lacking in confidence.

The man smiled and leaned slightly closer to her, the pale lip flap leaving a shallow kiss on the woman's face.

"Amo is so good."

After speaking, Nan Qing turned around and walked slowly to the door.

Ji Shumo: "??? ”

She had an inexplicable sense of foreboding.

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Nanqing's fingers pinched the doorknob with a slight force.

The door was opened.

He saw a young man standing outside the door, looking delicate and delicate.

The man's eyes dimmed a little, and his light-colored lips pursed and did not speak first.

Seeing that someone opened the door, Qin Shiyue raised her eyes with some joy, "Sister Ji......"

However, before the words were finished, the young man's words were stuck in his throat.

He saw Nanqing.

From Qin Shiyue's point of view, this is an incredibly clean man, who can be called peerless.

The appearance is as delicate as a jade carving, with extremely light linen brown hair, and the color of his lips is very light, his eyes are like glass, delicate and dusty, and his light-colored pupils are like a calm lake, and he is staring at himself quietly at this time.

"Who are you?"

This person's voice is also extremely good, with a bit of coldness.

"I, I ......"

Qin Shiyue's words paused suddenly, and he didn't know how to answer for a while.

Just looking at the appearance, he couldn't tell the age of this person at all, and Qin Shiyue couldn't guess Nanqing's identity, or rather, he didn't want to think about that possibility.

The atmosphere froze suddenly, and the air was filled with embarrassment.

"I'm Nanqing, Amo's husband."

Nan Qing opened his mouth first, with a somewhat casual smile in his words, his clean eyes bent down, and he looked at the young man in front of him with a smile.