"Dad, I'm not worried, Uncle Shan must be by your side, who knows if he will bite Lu Dongbin?" Nangong Rui sneered at Jian Junxi without a soft mouth.

can imagine how much he hates Jian Junxi in his heart......

"Shut up," Nangong Runzhi scolded sharply, his face was full ......of anger, and he couldn't help coughing again.

Jian Junxi's dark face was like a February snow suddenly falling on a June day, as if he hadn't seen or heard anything

Pushing Nangong Runzhi out of the door, she didn't know what Nangong Runzhi was going to talk to her, rather than being in that place, she wanted to come out and take a breath.

Besides, she also wanted to know what Nangong Runzhi was selling......

The neon lights at the door were colorful and shining, and Jian Junxi pushed him through the forest path, especially like his grandson pushing his grandfather for a walk.

The two servants followed from a distance, silent in the night, and neither of them spoke......

At the end of the small courtyard, there was an antique pavilion with carved beams and painted columns, Jian Junxi looked around, but did not find the camera, and slowly pushed him in.

"Nangong Lao ...... Grandpa Nangong, are you better? Jian Junxi changed his words in time.

Squinting her eyes and looking around, the empty gazebo was surrounded by small bamboos, and the dim light still allowed her to see the dark shadow hiding behind.

"Huh...... It's much better, sit ......," Nangong Runzhi said with a smile pointing to the stone bench next to him.

"Good ......" Jian Junxi's eyebrows moved slightly, and he sat down calmly.

"Junxi, actually...... I mainly want to talk to you about Windsor today......" Nangong Runzhi looked at Jian Junxi and said helplessly.

I don't know when I had an extra pen in my hand, and what was written in the palm of my hand.

Jian Junxi's eyes flashed slightly, his voice was full of coldness, and he said coldly: "I remember that I explained this matter to you......"

"Yes, but this kid in Windsor is very pretty, and you've been very close to Gong Jing recently, I don't know if you're really ......"

Before Nangong Runzhi's words were finished, Jian Junxi suddenly stood up like the wind and sand, and said angrily: "Old Mr. Nangong, you'd better not treat respect as fear!" ”

Nangong Runzhi was stunned by her roar, his thick eyebrows frowned, and he said hoarsely: "Junxi, I don't mean to threaten or provoke, it's just that Windsor likes you very much, can you reconsider?" ”

Nangong Runzhi raised his palms, "Get rid of the servants and talk alone." ”

Jian Junxi lowered his eyes, glanced at him with a little meaning, and said coldly: "I'm very sorry, I don't have feelings for her!" ”

After saying that, she pretended to be angry and left, Nangong Runzhi pressed the forward button of the wheelchair and chased after her, and said in a stiff tone: "Junxi, can you not be so excited?" ”

"Mr. Nangong, marriage is a lifelong event, and I can't marry a girl I don't like."

Jian Junxi said angrily, the wind under his feet, with a chill that dispelled all the heat, his eyes kept scanning the surroundings.

"Junxi, you are a smart person, with your current strength, you are not my opponent......" Nangong Runzhi's voice was a little angry, and he coughed desperately.

He took out a handkerchief from his pocket and covered his lips, a ball of blood suddenly appeared on the handkerchief, he immediately clutched the handkerchief, and the blood stains overflowing from the corners of his lips still made Jian Junxi see it.

"What if I don't talk about it?" Jian Junxi's face was darker than the night, and the atmosphere of slaughter was suffocating.

"You can't get out of the gate of the Feng family!" Nangong Runzhi's crimson eyes gradually appeared, carrying the aura of a monarch all over him.

Even if you are over half a hundred years old and sitting in a wheelchair, you can still feel a strong deterrent.

(End of chapter)