She couldn't have imagined that Nangong Jing would be in public......

For a while, the huge living room was so quiet that you could hear the pins falling......

The eyes of the people who saw it were round, and they didn't dare to breathe, and their eyes were full of disbelief.

Because, recently, it has been rumored that Nangong Jing is obsessed with Jian Junxi and is a broken sleeve.

And at this moment, he actually appeared with a fiancée and kissed him in public, but he didn't know which lady it was, and he reacted quickly to take photos and videos......

Mo Zixuan felt that his heart hurt again, he lowered his head, and he couldn't understand why he was heartbroken?

Just when Jian Junxi was about to push him away, Nangong Jing took the initiative to let go of her, a bloodthirsty sneer rose at the corner of his lips, and gently took her into his arms.

whispered in her ear: "Kill so many of me, shouldn't this account be counted......

Jian Junxi: "......"

She was so angry that she pinched her nails into her palms, because today's nails were a little long, too hard, and she gasped in pain and closed her eyes.

Count, how can it not be counted? This account will definitely impress you, whether you endure it and endure it in your heart, or choose not to speak, and let him hold it......

"I'm sorry, I didn't know she was your future wife, and I asked Master Jing not to remember the villain......"

The sweat on Zhang Shaolin's forehead was like rain, offending the future hostess, not to mention whether the position could be kept, I was afraid that my life would not be saved......

"Wife, you say, do you want to let him go?" Nangong Jing asked with a smile.

The curvature of the corners of the lips is full of playfulness, and the bottom of the cold eyes is as deep as an ancient well, bottomless and unfathomable......

"Please don't blame Madame, it's me who doesn't know Taishan ...... because I have eyes" Zhang Shaolin immediately bowed respectfully at Jian Junxi.

A "wife" had already made Jian Junxi angry, his fists were clenched and creaked, he took a deep breath, and said softly: "Forget it, I want to go home!" ”

Nangong Jing's eyebrows were slightly raised, and there was a faint smile on the corner of his thin lips, and he said lightly: "Good ......"

He carried her to the gate, Jian Junxi remembered Mo Zixuan, stopped again, turned around and said politely, "Thank you!" ”

The soft voice made Mo Zixuan's body stiffen, and there was a strange light in his dark eyes, and there was a wave of ripples, he wanted to smile and speak, but he couldn't say anything......

Nangong Jing's face sank, grabbed her shoulders domineeringly, and strode towards the door......

Abu glanced at Jian Junxi and Nangong Jing, and then at Mo Zixuan, with a thoughtful expression, and a strange picture appeared in his mind.

Her young lady seemed to be a pair with Mo Zixuan, and then, Nangong Jing intervened in the middle, and in the end, it became a robbery......

Thinking of this, she shook her head, and also felt that her brain was open, and when she saw that they had reached the door, she immediately trotted to follow.

Mo Zixuan looked at the back of them leaving, as if there was a rope tied around and around in his heart, and he always felt that that girl was very important.

After he said hello to Zhang Shaolin, the ghost envoy followed him.

"Let go of ......" As soon as he walked out of the door, Jian Junxi was about to push him away.

"Just helped you out, that's how you thank me?" Nangong Jing said nonchalantly, staring at her with deep eyes, as if his eyes had a perspective function......

"I told you to let go!" Jian Junxi couldn't bear it anymore and almost changed his voice.

"Don't loosen ......" Nangong Jing was suddenly like a Shura possession, and there was no trace of temperature when he spit out his thin lips......

(End of chapter)