Mingyou stretched out his hand and just caught her.

Warm fragrant nephrite, hugged a full embrace.

Mu Kuyan was really completely unpolite, and threw all the weight on Mingyou.

She hugged Mingyou's neck and bent her legs back: "Brother, have you been waiting for me here?" ”

Mingyou was afraid that she would fall, so he supported her waist, but when he spoke, his voice was very weak: "I just came back, it just happened." ”

As for whether he was waiting for her here, he didn't want to think deeply about this answer.

Mu Kuyan tilted his head, smiled wisely, and his white fingertips slid down on Mingyou's heart: "Brother, your name: mouth, yes, heart, and wrong." ”

Mingyou grabbed her hand and didn't let her be too wanton.

"My brother is obviously waiting for me here...... Aha, well, I don't know anything, well, my brother is right, it just happens. As he spoke, Mu Kuyan's other hand covered Mingyou's hand.

Mingyou: "......"

The naughty tone, in Mingyou's ears, is always so helpless.

After a while, he only said two words: "Go home." ”

"Good. Go home with my brother. Mu Kuyan immediately grabbed Mingyou's arm and hugged him affectionately.

This time, Mingyou didn't push it away, and let her hold herself.

When he turned around, his bright and cold gaze swept over the Lincoln sedan not far away.

It's obviously cold, but just this glance seems to be able to penetrate the glass......

……

Not far from the inside of the car.

Nan Shihara sat in the back seat of the car.

Look at the back of the drifter.

He folded his hands and lay in front of his abdomen, and there was a strange brilliance flowing under his eyes.

…

Nan's Manor.

It is located on the top of Kunshan Mountain near the city.

The manor sits in the south and faces north, magnificent, and the building style is like the Gothic castle of the last century, which is luxurious and atmospheric.

The hollow reddish-brown door opened, and the Lincoln sedan slowly drove in.

When she got out of the car, Nan Xiaoxiao already had a faint sign of waking up.

After about ten minutes, when Nan Xiaoxiao opened her eyes, she was already lying on the sofa in her hall.

"I'm in a big, my head is so dizzy......" Nan Xiaoxiao, who had just woken up from a coma, was still very cool when she scolded people.

After the line of sight was completely clear, Nan Xiaoxiao cursed again: "Damn, Lao Tzu actually went home!" ”

"Huh-"

A gentle sound without temperature made Nan Xiaoxiao suddenly feel excited.

She turned her head to look over, just in time to meet Nan Yanyuan's cold gaze.

Nan Yanyuan faded the warmth on his face and said coldly: "You're not going home. You're a shame to throw home. ”

Nan Xiaoxiao: "......"

Hiding his face and weeping bitterly......

Don't mention it, it's a shame.

Thinking of what happened before she fainted, Nan Xiaoxiao felt that she had really been in vain for so many years.

"And the face is wronged?" Nan Yanyuan's voice became colder and colder.

Nan Xiaoxiao, who sighed, really had no face to be wronged.

She wiped her face: "Brother, when you received me, where was the white lotus?" ”

"You're not going to just let her go, are you? Damn, you should have arrested her at that time, Lao Tzu wanted to torture her to death to vent Lao Tzu's anger! ”

"Speak well!" Nan Xianyuan reminded Nan Xiaoxiao in a cold voice of the tone of her speech.

Nan Xiaoxiao coughed, and after reluctantly correcting her tone, she continued: "Brother, let me tell you this, I now have an enemy who is not in the same sky, that is, the dead white lotus, I want to remember her for the rest of my life, and I dare to take Lao Tzu to the funeral home......"

Nan Xiaoxiao kept chattering and complaining, and Nan Xiaoxiao's principle was to scan Nan Xiaoxiao from top to bottom.