"I'm sorry, I misunderstood you, and I said so many ugly things......" Nangong Rui felt extremely guilty, remembering his insult to him, and hung his head shamelessly.

"Is there anything else?" Jian Junxi's cold words did not have a trace of temperature.

It's false to say that he is not angry, if he wasn't Nangong Jing's uncle, he would have been cut by a thousand knives a long time ago.

Jian Junxi's cold eyes made Nangong Rui feel a chill quickly spread from the top of his head to his limbs, and he couldn't help but shiver.

Such a powerful aura, this feeling is like seeing his father when he was a child, pursed his lips and said, "Thank you for being willing to help us ......"

"No need to ......" Jian Junxi's thin lips pulled out these two words and turned around, the sourness in his heart was the loneliness of drinking alone.

The calm pace carries the domineering spirit of everything under control, and the emaciated back is as arrogant as a king......

Nangong Rui moved his lips, and he stopped talking about what he wanted to say.

Thinking of his wife Dongfang Yao, his dark eyes were full of complexity, and he sat back on the sofa......

Outside, it was raining heavily, and Jian Junxi looked up at the dark sky, with a complex and intense sentimentality in his black eyes.

Abu called softly: "Young master......"

She lowered her eyes and looked at the car in front of her, her cold gaze without emotion.

Five minutes later, stopping in front of another villa, Abu opened the backseat door for Jian Junxi, and she got out of the car and strode inside.

I saw that all the servants seemed to have just recovered from their pain, and they were all like dying people.

Sitting weakly on the ground, with his back against the wall, seeing Jian Junxi and his party, he didn't have the strength to get up if he wanted to do anything......

Abu directly picked up a woman and asked coldly, "Which room does Ouyang Jingru live in?" ”

The woman was weak and weak, and when she raised her eyes to see Jian Junxi, her eyes were implied with shock and consternation......

Jian Junxi also recognized her, this woman was the maid who had been following Xia Chuchu, and her name seemed to be Yan'er......

"Say!" Abu shook her for a moment, and she came back to her senses from surprise.

I felt that Jian Junxi in front of her was really terrible, she couldn't figure it out, the Feng family and Nangong Island were so strictly protected.

How the hell did she do it? When Ouyang Jingru went out, didn't she say that she was locked up in the dungeon of the Feng family?

"In the first room on the left side of the second floor......" Yan'er lowered her eyes, as if she didn't want to struggle fearlessly.

"Drag her up!" After Jian Junxi finished speaking, he raised his feet and walked upstairs.

"Yes, young master......" The two men set up their cigarettes and followed.

When I opened the door, I was greeted by a faint fragrance of roses, and a photo of Ouyang Jingru hung on the wall.

The elegant bedroom is very similar to her own temperament, Jian Junxi turned her head to Yan'er and asked coldly: "Album, photos, where is it?" ”

Yan'er seemed to feel scared at this moment, and looked at her tremblingly, Ouyang Jingru might have died, thinking of this possibility, tears rolled in her eyes.

Pointing in the direction of the bedroom, he cried and said, "...... in the drawer at the head of the bed"

Jian Junxi raised her eyes and glanced at Abu, she immediately nodded and walked to the bedroom, taking out a photo album from it.

After Jian Junxi took it, she turned the pages one by one, full of photos of Nangong Jing and Nangong Windsor from childhood to adulthood, and the other few were herself and Nangong Yan

There was no one else, she threw the album on the coffee table angrily, and said coldly: "Are there any other albums or photos?" ”

Yan'er's face was uneasy, tears fell like rain, and she choked up: "No, no, she doesn't like to take pictures very much." ”

(End of chapter)