On the table, there is braised pork, stir-fried shiitake mushrooms with green vegetables, a braised fish, pork liver soup, and stir-fried pork slices with carrots.

She frowned, this dish is only eaten by Nangong Jun.

I did it once at home, and I saw that she didn't touch the chopsticks, and she hasn't done it since.

Nangong Jing: What does he mean by this? Or is it ...... What did he know?

"Hurry up and taste it......" Nangong Jing handed her a pair of chopsticks with a courteous face.

After Jian Junxi took it, he ate it slowly, swiping the news on his mobile phone while eating, and he didn't mean to speak at all, as if the person next to him was the air.

"How's it taste?" Nangong Jing asked softly, now he is even worse than five years ago......

"It's okay......" Jian Junxi didn't raise his head, continued to look at his phone, and ate any dish, just didn't eat carrot fried pork slices.

"Why don't you eat this dish?" Nangong Jing remembered that she used to like to eat this dish made by Nangong Jun the most, and in order to ensure that it tasted good, he specially fried it several times......

Jian Junxi raised his cold eyes slightly, did not speak, let alone look at him, and continued to lower his head and swipe his mobile phone......

Nangong Jing is like drinking a cup of bitter wine, bitter in his mouth, and into his heart......

Because she lowered her head, Nangong Jing didn't see the tears in her eyes.

I didn't eat it because I didn't want to remember someone, and this dish, no matter who made it, couldn't make it taste like her master......

For a moment, the huge room was so silent that you could hear a needle dropping......

Jiang Heng and Abu stood at the door, looking up at the sky with different thoughts, Jiang Heng felt that Nangong Jing wanted to catch up with Jian Junxi, which was basically more difficult than climbing to the sky to pick up stars.

And Abu said that he couldn't understand, did Nangong Jing like their young master or their young lady? What does this mean exactly?

"I'm done eating, when are you going to leave?" Jian Junxi didn't eat much, put down his chopsticks after eating, took out a tissue and wiped his lips, and asked with a cold expression.

Nangong Jing put down her chopsticks, her dark eyes looked at her calmly, the sourness in her heart was the loneliness of drinking alone, and her thin lips moved slightly: "I want to apologize to you......"

"What apologies?" Jian Junxi's voice was calm and indifferent.

"That's it...... It's that I've done a lot of things that hurt you in the past......" Nangong Jing wanted to speak and stopped, exuding an aura of decadence all over his body, like a prisoner waiting for the judge to pronounce the sentence.

Jian Junxi's eyes lit up with a cluster of flickering flames, lifted his long and curled eyes, and said coldly: "Master Jing's words are inevitably serious

I have not hurt you less, from now on, we do not owe each other, you walk your sunny path, I cross my single-plank bridge, no one will hinder anyone! ”

Nangong Jing looked at her who was so cold that there was no trace of temperature, pain, regret, helplessness, all kinds of complex emotions played out in his eyes, and said in a humble tone: "Can you not do this?" ”

Jian Junxi was stiffened by his fragile gaze, and said helplessly: "Okay, if you have to be so entangled, then I accept your apology, okay!" Can you go? ”

Nangong Jing's heart swelled with endless desolation, and he asked hoarsely, "Do I really make you hate it so much?" ”

Jian Junxi's face stiffened slightly, lowered his eyes to hide the fleeting complexity at the bottom of his eyes, and said sarcastically: "Since we met, what have you done that I like?" ”

One sentence blocked Nangong Jing to death, and a thousand words were stuck in his throat, unable to refute......

"Nangong Jing, I've told you many times, it's impossible for us, no matter what you do, it's useless, you have the heart to please me, it's better to think about your country!" With that, she stood up.

(End of chapter)