"Do you want Jiangshan?" Nangong Jing asked without changing his face.

"If you don't want the country, do you want a beauty?" The corners of Jian Junxi's lips pulled out a sneer, as if he was laughing at himself, and as if he was laughing at his Nangong Jing's self-inflicted affection.

Nangong Jing looked at the back of her desperate departure, his face was like ashes, he had never felt that anything was difficult in his life.

Only she, Yang Feixue, is still so difficult to get close to, no, it's even more difficult than before......

After Jian Junxi returned to the room, he turned on the computer, flipped through the emails sent by the people below one by one, and analyzed the current situation on the paper.

Because of her, Jian Junxi, the balance that Kyoto has maintained for many years is about to be broken, and I can feel that there are many people who are ready to move.

She dug out the information of the Huangfu family from the drawer, and after reading it for a long time, she didn't see any clues.

took out his mobile phone and made a few more calls, drew the colorful diamond ring on paper, took a picture with his mobile phone and sent it out.

Remembering the plan that had not been written before, he frowned and took it out of the drawer.

didn't take Nangong Jing in his eyes at all, and he couldn't even remember that there was such a person at home.

Until I felt the blood throbbing like crazy in my temples, and my brain suddenly felt like a balloon had exploded, and the more I thought about it, the more headache I felt.

She sat at the desk with her hands on her head, took the painkiller out of her pocket, put it in her mouth, and tried to serve the water on the table, only to find that it was empty.

After swallowing it directly, her brow furrowed slightly, and she got up to make another cup of coffee.

......There was a knock on the door, she put away the information on the table, thought it was Abu, and said coldly: "Enter ......"

Nangong Jing pushed open the door and walked in expressionlessly.

Jian Junxi raised his eyes and saw that he hadn't left yet, the anger in his body was raging, the anger in his eyes was like a mountain torrent erupting, and he said angrily: "You have to let me hold a knife and a gun before you want to go!" ”

Nangong Jing's heart was only cold, cold to the bone, her thin lips were pursed into a straight line, she slowly walked in front of her, and handed the book in her hand into the air......

Jian Junxi stared at the notebook in his hand, the black shell, and saw the black and white edge of the paper, which should have been halfway written, and did not reach out to take it, and asked puzzledly, "What do you mean?" ”

"I want you to see ......" Nangong Jing opened his mouth calmly, his dark eyes were as indifferent as water, and he couldn't see any emotion.

"Why should I watch it?" Jian Junxi's cold eyes were filled with ruthlessness that rejected people thousands of miles away, and he picked up the cup on the table and prepared to make coffee.

"After you finish reading, I'll go......" Nangong Jing's thin lips moved slightly, blocking her way, and her big hand kept frozen in the air, as if she didn't answer, he didn't plan to put his hand down.

Jian Junxi's face was as cold as frost, and he put down his coffee cup when he heard that he was willing to go.

After stretching out his hand to take it, he didn't rush to open it, and asked as he walked to the sofa, "Who wrote it?" ”

"I didn't write it......" Nangong Jing seemed to be afraid that she wouldn't look at it, and as if she knew what she was thinking, a scorching brightness flashed under her dim eyes, and it flashed away like fireworks.

Jian Junxi sat on the sofa and heard that it was not written by him, so he flipped it over......

The "Xue'er" that greeted her made her stiff, and she immediately closed the notebook, staring at Nangong Jing coldly, Sen Han's breath spread rapidly, and asked coldly: "What do you mean by this?" ”

"Can you read it first?" Nangong Jing's gaze implied pleading, and he sat down opposite her.

Jian Junxi narrowed her eyes, and the hand holding the book tightened unconsciously, at this moment, she hadn't figured out Nangong Jing's deep meaning

After hesitating for more than ten seconds, out of curiosity, I turned it back on......

(End of chapter)