ICP record number: Xiang B2-20100081-3 Internet Publishing Qualification Certificate: Xinchu Network License (Xiang) Zi No. 11 Network Culture Business License: Wen Wangwen [2010] No. 128

The room was silent for a while, and only the shallow breathing of Xinglian could be heard.

It took a long time for her to raise her head, "It's all here, why are you hiding, can't you see anyone?" ”

The figure behind the room flickered, and the sun poured down, shining on a handsome face that was clear and dusty, and he stood with his hands in his hands, with a bowl hanging from his shoulder.

It's this weird scene again......

Pouting, Xinglian lowered his head again, "How long have you been here?" ”

"Soon, I just happened to listen to all the conversations between you and Qiao Gongzi." Si Jingyan stepped forward and reached for the bowl hanging in the air, "I've slept for so long, eat something." ”

"If you don't eat, you don't have an appetite." Xinglian almost buried her entire head in her arms, her stomach was full of guilt now, where was there still half a free place to eat?

Si Jingyan frowned slightly, reached out and lifted her chin, "Do you want me to pour you?" ”

Xinglian was forced to raise her head, looked at him for a while, and could only reach out to take the bowl, she had no doubt that this man would really do this, after all, she had never seen him joke.

In the tense life of modern times, she has never been involved in love, and occasionally she has dated, but she can't take it seriously because she is just acting on the spot, but even if she has never been in love, she knows that the relationship between men and women should be more or less romantic.

This product is a threat as soon as it comes, where is the slightest romance at all?

Seeing that Xinglian had finished drinking the rice porridge in the bowl, Si Jingyan took the bowl back and put it down with satisfaction, lifted the hem and sat beside her.

"Now that you've heard it, why don't you say a word?" Stroking her stomach, she raised her head, her eyebrows and eyes were serious, Qiao Muyun valued the Four Winds Beiling more, but this man didn't react at all.

Si Jingyan stretched out his hand and gently wiped away the residue left on the corner of her mouth, his eyes were not shocked, "I only care about your thoughts, I don't care what other people think." ”

He knows very well what kind of character Qiao Xinglian is, and he will deliver his feelings because he is moved, so it will not be her.

Xing Lian nodded, and the man next to him said, "You don't have to blame yourself too much, it's not your fault." ”

"I know, but ......" lowered his head again, even if he has always pursued a chic life, but people's hearts are made of meat, how can he still be indifferent after seeing him do so much for her.

When she first came to this world, she had been cautious in order to save her life, and only Bei Ling and Jing Yue could have a heart-to-heart relationship, but now she hurt him because of this bloody thing, and I am afraid that even Jing Yue will not be able to forgive her.

"Even if I am ashamed of him, I will not let go." As if to apply for his own statement, he suddenly stretched out his hand to hold her, "When my mother passed away, Jing Yue and I were still young, my father remembered his feelings for my mother back then, and he has always loved us, I have never had anything I want to fight for in this life, and I have no intention of competing with the imperial brother for anything, but this time, Qiao Xinglian, since you have accepted me, there is no room for regret." ”

After some remarks, faintly overbearing, Xinglian was surprised, and only smiled after half a sound.

Her expression finally made this man uneasy, the matter has come to this point, what else is there to say, no matter how guilty she is, she can't make up for the four winds Beiling.

Just as Wuji said, right now, she has broken one person's heart, and she can't hurt another person.

Raising her eyes and glancing at the small bowl on the coffee table beside her, she squinted and smiled, "This porridge tastes good, you are not allowed to make it for a second person in the future." ”