Seeing this, Nangong Jing's dark face was integrated with the night, and he didn't hesitate anymore and strode to follow.

Jiang Heng followed behind him depressedly, his eyebrows and eyes were full of sorrow, and when he saw Jian Junxi's face, he knew that he was in a bad mood now

The dog has to jump off the wall when he is in a hurry, not to mention a person, he is really afraid that Nangong Jing will force him to be in a hurry......

Jian Junxi stretched out his hand to wrap his arms around Mo Ranyue's shoulder, his cold gaze implied murder, and a demonic sneer drew at the corner of his mouth.

There was a hint of uneasiness in Mo Ranyue's eyes, and she felt the cold air emanating from her, and her red lips pursed.

The man, she recognized, was the man who suddenly appeared at the school on the day of the speech and stopped the police......

Nangong Jing's legs were very long, three steps and two steps, and he walked in front of them in a few steps, blocking their way, and Jian Junxi and Mo Ranyue stopped.

The two people looked at each other sharply, like a battle of eyes, no one took their eyes off, Jian Junxi's phone kept ringing, she didn't move as if she couldn't hear.

Mo Ranyue bit her red lip lightly, and turned her head uneasily to look at Jian Junxi, whose face was dark, only to see that her eyes were stained with frost, and the cold air was overwhelming.

It's obviously summer, and when she is held in her arms, I can feel that I am wrapped in an ice cube.

Nangong Jing on the opposite side was no better, as if he was covered with ice that would not melt for thousands of years.

The two of them stood together, the atmosphere was like frozen frost, and even the air was cold, which made her shiver unconsciously.

"Where is she?" Nangong Jing was the first to speak, and his voice was a little hoarse.

There was anger in his tone, he didn't know if it was because of Yang Feixue's reluctance to say goodbye, or because Jian Junxi was holding another woman, anyway, he just felt very angry......

"Huh...... Where is she? Nangong Jing, who do you think you are? Jian Junxi's cynicism made the color of Nangong Jing's eyes fade, leaving only a piece of sadness.

Thin lips flickered: "I want to talk to her again!" ”

"Talk? Not clear enough? What did she give you, don't you tell me you don't know? Didn't you ask for it? If you dare to dwell on it again, don't blame me for being rude! ”

Jian Junxi was like being possessed by the king of Hades, and the words he said were cold without a trace of temperature.

"I didn't mean that?" Nangong Jing's determined voice was filled with anger, and his clenched fists creaked.

"And what do you mean?" Jian Junxi's hand on Mo Ranyue's shoulder suddenly fell, and his clenched fists also made a creaking sound, and his angry gaze was like a wolf ready to fight at any time.

"Let me see her again......" Nangong Jing's dark eyes flashed with a touch of complexity, if he had known that she thought like that, if he killed him, he would not have touched her......

Jian Junxi saw that he was backtracking, and a nameless fire in his heart rushed to the top of his head, and he couldn't control it anymore, like a rapid bullet, he raised his fist and aimed it at his handsome face, which was a fierce punch.

Nangong Jing was defenseless, she was punched by her and staggered, and after standing firm, she wiped the blood stains from the corners of her lips, and looked at Jian Junxi who was furious with an expressionless face.

"Nangong Jing, you tell me clearly, the account between you has been settled, if you dare to bother me again, I will definitely make you miserable!"

After she finished scolding, she took Mo Ranyue's hand, bypassed him and continued to walk forward, filled her chest with anger, and couldn't calm down for a long time.

Nangong Jing didn't miss the fleeting disgust in her eyes, lowered her eyes, and sighed decadently.

Jiang Heng took out a tissue and handed it to him, and persuaded him awkwardly: "Young master, forget it!" ”

(End of chapter)