Chapter 812: There Are No Ifs in the World

Genius remembered for a second, "Love โ™‚ รท small? Say โ†’', provide you with wonderful novels to read. Jiang Diya glanced at him coldly: "Guardianship? Has the murderer who hurt Shiya been caught? โ€

The wind was slightly stunned, "Yin Lily is already disabled." โ€

"What about the cold? Han Zhong is still at ease, Shiya still has to hide in the Lintian Garden of King Yu's Mansion, when will she be able to live freely, what qualifications do you have to tell me about the right to guard! Can you protect her from any harm? โ€

Jiang Diya didn't blindly resent what Feng Zhongliu had done before.

What he did to Shiya, he was not uninterested in it at all, but thinking of Feng Zhongliu's identity, it was impossible for him to hand over Jiang Shiya to him with confidence.

"Shiya has been gentle and weak since she was a child, but you are a person who lives a life of licking blood on the knife edge, you let her follow you, you can make sure that you can protect her foolproof!"

Jiang Diya glanced at Jiang Shiya, it seemed that she was being noisy because of his voice, she frowned, and her small lips chirped.

Feng Zhongliu looked over, and the affection in his eyes happened to be seen when Jiang Diya withdrew his gaze.

Occasionally, my heart was touched a little.

"If you are so powerful, you won't let Han Zhong succeed last time, the rivers and lakes, there is a sky outside the sky, there are people outside the people, Shiya is not suitable for her."

After Jiang Diya finished speaking, she turned around and left.

He didn't think about his sister-in-law, he escaped from his house casually, and met a god-level person, and he was injured so badly that he fell in love with it stupidly.

Looking up at the twilight sky, Jiang Diya had a feeling of being a woman.

He only hoped that she would be safe and secure in the future, and never thought about how rich she was.

In the evening breeze, a soft sigh.

After Jiang Diya left, Feng Zhongliu was squatting on the edge of the couch, reaching out to caress Jiang Shiya's pale little face, and found that fine sweat appeared on the tip of her nose.

Pulling soft shoes, he touched the feather fan at the head of the bed, and did not kneel on the floor to be dirty, but sat down on the floor next to the couch, put one hand on the bent knee, and helped Jiang Shiya fan with the other hand.

The summer in the imperial city is too hot, and the wind and flow feel a little hot, don't say Jiang Shiya.

Fortunately, the Prime Minister's Mansion was able to get the ice cubes from the palace, and the ice basin was placed in the corner, but it couldn't stop the heat.

In previous years, in such a season, the wind and the flow were to stay in the peak of the sky to escape the heat.

The imperial city of Qin was too hot, and he wanted to bring Jiang Xiaobaozi back to Desire Heaven Peak.

Stretched out his hand and stroked Jiang Shiya's small mouth, and muttered to himself: "Your brother's worry is also right, but even so, I can't let go, love is selfish." โ€

The sudden touch made Jiang Shiya nun the corners of her mouth in her sleep.

"In this life, you are my wind, and if you die, you will die together." Wind in the flow leaned down and pecked at the corner of her mouth.

Silently playing the feather fan, half an hour later, Feng Zhongliu gradually fell asleep.

In the middle of the night, Jiang Shiya was woken up by the heat, and when she opened her eyes, she saw a hand wrapped around her waist and a feather fan on her chest.

No wonder I feel hot.

I wanted to sit up, but when I raised my eyes and saw the quiet sleeping face in the wind, my heart softened, so I didn't turn over.

There was only one octagonal palace lamp lit in the room, and the light was soft and dim.

The handsome face in the wind is very beautiful under the light, close in front of you, and it is no longer out of reach.

In fact, Jiang Shiya feels that in his love and hatred with the wind, she is a brave person.

Auntie scolded rightly, many times, she is really shameless.

She still remembered that moonlit night, when she accidentally fell off a cliff, thinking she wanted to see Hades.

Who knew that when he opened his eyes, he saw a beautiful man who was beautiful and delicious.

Hades was so beautiful, she was stunned for a while.

When he came back to his senses, the person had already been brought into a hot embrace, and his deep voice sounded in his ears with a hint of bewitchment: "If you fall into my Falling Heaven Pool, you are the person who falls into my Falling Heaven Pavilion." โ€

Maybe the picture she saw that night was so beautiful that she was stunned.

Later, Feng Zhongliu treated her with all kinds of impropriety, and she swallowed her anger.

If you feel ashamed, a woman from a family like her, who has been educated by female commandments since she was a child, should die when she encounters this kind of thing.

But after she was ashamed, she was reluctant to die, her father, her brother, and the wind she encountered.

In fact, from the very beginning, she knew that she was a moth to a fire.

In the end, she was hurt, she didn't hate the wind, Yin Lily was the woman he liked, the two fell from such a height at the same time, he would choose Yin Lily, she always knew it.

The reason why he hates him later is more because he hates himself, knowing that he can't do it, he can't break his thoughts.

Especially when danger occurs, he is the one who desperately wants to save him.

This made the last trace of pride in her heart collapse.

So she hates, so she wants to toss the wind in the middle.

In the days of tossing him, in every moment when he coaxed himself to hum a minor tune, it was false to say that he was not moved.

But Yin Lily is a gap between him and her, and she can never be crossed.

Now that he has disposed of Yin Baihe, it is because of guilt, or he still wants to give an explanation to King Yu's Mansion.

She didn't know that.

Although Yin Lily was punished, did she still stay in his heart?

Since childhood, Yin Lily has been away from him for five years, and he has been guarding him like jade, such a relationship should not be broken.

If she had known from the beginning that this man had a woman in his heart, she would never let herself fall into it.

But there are not so many ifs in the world.

Jiang Shiya lay on the couch and sighed almost inaudibly.

Wind Stream didn't owe her anything anymore, it seemed so.

She couldn't find any excuse to take him to heart anymore.

Lying on the couch, Jiang Shiya thought about it all night, and at dawn, she fell asleep again.

When I woke up the next day, a ray of sunlight outside the house shone in through the window lattice, and the fragrance of Qionghua wafted from the yard.

The wind sits at the end of the couch and reads a book.

Undressed, he was draped in black silk, dressed in snow-white light household clothes, hunched one leg, and had a serious look on his handsome face.

Such a casual flow in the wind, Jiang Shiya has seen it many times.

But the mood is different, and the feeling is different.

This time, she felt that the unkempt appearance in the wind was also fascinating.

Yin Baihe should have hated her to death, such a handsome man gave up on her because of an irrelevant woman like her.

But why was Feng Zhongliu so neat this time, she thought that he would protect Yin Lily for most of his life.

Feeling that there were eyes looking at him, Feng Zhongliu put down the book, looked up at Jiang Shiya, and asked with a smile: "Wake up, why are you in a daze." โ€

Jiang Shiya just woke up, half of her face was still tossed on the couch, her skin was pressed a little crimson, and her hair was scattered.

The small body looks even more petite and delicate in the wide home clothes. Reading, a better reading experience.