……

Ah Nian opened the door and didn't say anything, just made a way, and Nangong Jing strode inside.

There is a particularly elegant aroma in the air, with a hint of roses, which makes people smell extraordinarily comfortable......

He didn't see anyone in the living room, he turned around abruptly, and his cold gaze skimmed to Ah Nian, who stiffened his spine after being seen by him, this feeling of freezing three feet......

He said as he walked to the bedroom, "Our young lady is on the rooftop, please ...... here."

Nangong Jing followed his footsteps, and after entering the bedroom, on the wide balcony, he saw a girl with straight hair flowing in the wind, sitting in a wheelchair, but her back was very lonely.

He walked over slowly, his heart nervous as if it was about to pop out of his chest, and called in a dumb voice, "Cher......"

The girl turned around in a wheelchair, and when Nangong Jing saw her true face, her pupils suddenly contracted and she was shocked in place.

Her eyebrows were like crescent moons, and the bridge of her nose was covered with his familiar black-framed eyes, and her small eyes were a little indifferent and detached, as if she was looking at a stranger.

The straight bridge of the nose, the red lips that do not need to be modified, the face is a little rounder compared to before, and the black hair is scattered on the chest, which makes her feel a little more feminine

Before, she had never been clothed......

The air seemed to freeze at this moment, and the girl in front of her, she ...... She is really the "Cher" he thinks about day and night, and this kind of realization makes him unable to come back to his senses for a long time in shock.

Jian Junxi's eyes didn't have a trace of waves, for Nangong Jing, they were re-sewn after five years of absence, and for her, it was just a last resort......

Nangong Jing's eyes had a layer of mist, and he wanted to rush to her when he raised his steps, but when Ah Nian saw this, he immediately blocked in front of Jian Junxi, and said in a slightly angry tone:

"This gentleman, please respect yourself, our young lady doesn't like others to get close to her, please keep at least two meters away!"

Nangong Jing's obsidian-like eyes turned cold suddenly, from childhood to adulthood, no one dared to talk to him like this, seeing that she didn't speak.

He clenched his fists, took a deep breath, or took two steps back, Jian Junxi said with a faint expression: "Ah Nian, go down!" I'll talk to him individually......"

When Ah Nian heard her voice, he turned around in surprise, and the voice ......

In order to prevent Nangong Jing from hearing her original voice, Jian Junxi used special medicine to change her voice, so what she said at this moment was very hoarse, as if she had a severe cold......

However, Ah Nian quickly came back to his senses and replied respectfully: "Yes...... Miss! ”

Jiang Heng looked at her, his eyes were also full of surprise, almost exactly the same as Yang Feixue painted by Nangong Jing, except that her own eyebrows were thinner and her face was slightly rounder.

Glancing at Nangong Jing's back, he walked out of the bedroom with Ah Nian very self-consciously, and closed the door for them by the way, but his heart was turning over the river and the sea.

They are really two different people...... He felt as if he had seen the end of the world......

They looked at each other on the rooftop, the sun poured on her body, and it seemed that they couldn't dissolve the sorrow in her eyebrows and eyes, and the breeze blew her long hair, making her a little more tranquil.

Without the previous edge, the ordinary appearance is not distinctive, but people can't help but take a few more looks.

The breeze stirred his dazzling broken hair, a pair of narrow pupils that shone like starlight, a straight nose, and thin, pink lips like cherry blossoms.

With his slender body, the whole person is like a carefully outlined prince, just like the first time I saw ......

(End of chapter)