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The two tossed until about three o'clock in the morning, and Ruan Jianglin let her go.

She leaned on the man's arms, not an inch, Jiang Yan's smooth and soft back was against Ruan Jianglin's chest, and he reached out to touch her beautiful butterfly bone.

The two of them only wore a blanket around their bodies, but they didn't feel the cold at all.

She took Ruan Jianglin's fingers and opened them one by one to take a closer look, but she couldn't find a single flaw.

He wandered around her waist intentionally or unintentionally, making her a little itchy, and she said something to tell him not to make trouble, Ruan Jianglin really obediently withdrew his hand.

Jiang Yan leaned on his arms, extremely relieved, and fell asleep unconsciously.

Ruan Jianglin was free for a few days in a row and stayed in Beicheng to accompany her.

It's not so much to stay with her as to stay here and sleep with her.

Ruan Jianglin accompanied her in Beicheng, and she was listless even in class, as if she had been squeezed out of her soul.

Professor Qian still has to urge her to teach papers, but she still has a month to go, but she seems to be on a stick with Jiang Yan, urging her three times a day.

She sat cross-legged on the couch, uninspired, and deleted a passage countless times.

Ruan Jianglin sat on the sofa behind her, his fingers teasing her chin from time to time, and the movements were the same as petting a cat.

Jiang Yan was shaking his mind, and when he glanced at the balcony, he saw the pot of Juliet, which was still blooming beautifully a few days ago, and now when he looked at it again, he was about to wither.

Jiang Yan has been so busy these days that he forgot to water it.

In fact, it is not the reason for watering, the flowering period of Juliet is only about five or six months, and after autumn, it will not take long to come, from the leaves to the petals, to the roots, all of them will die.

She hurriedly got up, didn't even bother with the computer on her lap, and fell straight down.

I didn't even pay attention to the charging cable of the notebook, and I tripped when I stepped out.

If Ruan Jianglin hadn't been quick and helped her, she would have fallen to the ground.

Her sick waist can withstand many falls.

Jiang Yan ran over to see that he was all dead, the flower body was withered and dried, and the elegant petals in the past were now scarred after an autumn, and there was no room for even half of the rescue.

She squatted on the ground, still holding the pot of dead Juliet in her hand, a little sad, and her heart felt as if she had been hollowed out at once.

Although the flowers were withered, the thorns were still there, and if she didn't pay attention, blood beads immediately appeared on her fingers, and with a soft snort, Ruan Jianglin came out to look at her.

Seeing that her fingers were bleeding, she didn't think about it, so she pulled her up and walked to the bathroom.

She was still holding a flower pot in her hand, Ruan Jianglin pulled her too fast, she stumbled a little, and the ceramic flower pot fell directly.

Jiang Yan was a little muna, so he had to follow Ruan Jianglin.

He put water in and rinsed her wounds.

Actually, it wasn't that bad, but she was afraid of pain.

"Jiang Yan, is your long head being sat on? It's just a pot of flowers, as for that? ”

Her face was a little pale, she probably hadn't rested well these days.

Opened his lips slightly: "Didn't you sit down?" ”

She replied angrily, she rarely had the courage to choke a few words with him.

It was probably the pot of Juliet that died, and she was in a more and more unhappy mood, pursing her lips.

The man laughed angrily at her, reached out and rubbed her head vigorously, and waited for her hair to blow up before he stopped.

"Come on, Golden Retriever Lion King, can't you just plant it again?" He hooked his lips and dried her wound before applying a band-aid to her.

She hooked her head, and her eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of mist, and they seemed to glow with waves.

"It's going to be winter, how can you still plant alive."

She thought, Ruan Jianglin's perfunctory words didn't go through her mind.

And this Juliet, how much effort did she put into it sprout and bloom, and can it still survive if it is planted again?

"Then I'll plant it next year." He said it lightly and deservedly cheerfully.

At that time, she believed it, and answered the question, and really planned to plant another pot of Juliet next year.

But where is Juliet such a good rose, Ruan Jianglin gave her hundreds of seeds, and the one that survived was lucky, not destined.

She hurt herself.

The sudden ringtone of the mobile phone interrupted the two, Jiang Yan glanced at the contact, there was no name, only a string of numbers.

But Jiang Yan only looked at the mantissa to know who it was, his father.

Previously, Jiang Yan often saw this number calling.

No name is saved, but apparently, Nguyen Jianglin knows who it is. At that time, Jiang Yan thought that Ruan Jianglin had raised a little vixen outside, but later heard a quarrel and realized that it was his father.

Ruan Jianglin really didn't seem to like his father very much, at least Jiang Yan had never seen Ruan Jianglin feel a little happy when he saw this number.

He hesitated for a moment before answering.

However, he didn't plan to pick it up in front of Jiang Yan, but walked to the balcony.

The other side didn't know what to say, Jiang Yan sat on the sofa, pretending to glance at the balcony casually, he didn't know what he was talking about.

However, looking at her expression and lips, she could guess Ruan Jianglin's sneering tone.

When he hung up the phone, his expression was not very good, and his eyebrows and eyes were full of anger.

At this time, Jiang Yan didn't dare to provoke him, he was always afraid of hitting the muzzle.

But if she doesn't coax him, who will coax him?

After waiting for a while, she went in, and the smell of smoke on the balcony was very strong, and the pack of cigarettes that had just been full was now only half a pack.

He doesn't usually smoke much, but once he is addicted to smoking, he smokes hard.

As now, even the wind can't blow away the smell of smoke on this stage, it is very heavy, and Jiang Yan can't hold back his coughing action.

As soon as he walked to Ruan Jianglin's side, before he could speak, he pulled him over.

He was very angry all over his body, and he didn't care if he hurt her or not.

Ruan Jianglin leaned forward against her, her waist against the sharp part of the railing behind her, it hurt, as if she had been stabbed in.

He kissed her, pestered her, hooked her, and snatched all her breath, he was very irritable, and Jiang Yan felt like he was going to die for a moment.

The momentary gentleness is just the appearance of Ruan Jianglin.

He is affectionate, indifferent, indifferent, and prodigal, this is his true appearance, when he is like this, he doesn't care about Jiang Yan's old injury at all, just vents his anger.

He suddenly let go of his hand, his chin lightly touched the beauty's forehead, and Jiang Yan gasped for breath, embarrassed.

"Jiang Yan, it's not cheap, I want to send it up."

He hooked his lips and pressed the tip of his tongue against his back molars, full of ruffianism.

He doesn't know what to do, and he is used to manipulating the situation, and he takes everything for granted.

She shouldn't have come in, and she sent herself to the door to vent him, and she didn't get a good word.

Suddenly, he let go, and she almost didn't stand still, feeling that if the railing was any lower, she would be shaky, and maybe she would fall downstairs.

Her waist hurt so badly that it was like she had been cut off by an axe, and it hurt so much that tears came out of her eyes.

(End of chapter)