"Yes, young master." Jiang Xiaoyu bowed slightly and closed the door for them.

"Aunt Praruo......" The corners of Jian Junxi's lips lifted slightly, and she sat down on the edge of the bed.

Looking back in confusion, a touch of incomprehensible complexity flashed under his clear eyes.

Suddenly turned into a very light layer of tears, pursed his lips, and hung his head reluctantly......

"What's wrong with you? Haven't you always wanted to go back to your home country? Isn't it that I haven't been coming to see you recently, so you're angry, I'm sorry, I'm ......"

"Ahhh......h

"Why is that?" Jian Junxi brought the pen and cardboard at the bedside to her.

The lips of the pen trembled slightly, as if she was enduring something, and the tears at the bottom of her eyes could no longer be suppressed, like beads with broken threads, constantly rolling out of her eyes, mixed with unspeakable pain.

This made Jian Junxi's heart as uncomfortable as a knife, a person like her is extremely fragile and sensitive in her heart, and it is not easy to live.

After a moment of silence, he patted her on the back and choked up, "I'm sorry that I neglected you during this time.

Don't be afraid, with me, no one will dare to laugh at you...... No one dares to hurt you......"

"Woo woo woo ......" Praruo leaned into her arms and couldn't help crying anymore.

Jian Junxi listened to her hoarse cry, and her heart was inexplicably like a sharp knife swept by, and she grabbed it in pain, and her vision became more and more hazy.

For a moment, the room was filled with a layer of quiet and sentimentality......

After crying for a while, Hanruo still bit the pen and wrote on the cardboard while crying: "Junxi, I suddenly don't want to go back to China, I'm sorry......"

Jian Junxi obviously sensed that something was wrong with her, frowned and asked, "Why?" ”

"I'm not ready, I'm scared to see strangers, I'm afraid of strange looks, okay if I have a little more time?"

After Prajna finished writing, his trembling lips still let the pen in his mouth slip on the bed.

Jian Junxi gently took her in his arms and coaxed softly: "With me, no one dares to look at you with strange eyes."

You haven't been to see your grandfather for a few years, so you don't want to go back and put incense on him? Also, Aunt Jiang also misses her daughter, do you want to fulfill it too?

If I let her go, I won't worry if you're here alone! If it's because of Nangong Jing, then I won't let him live in our house......"

"Woo woo woo ......" Praruo suddenly began to cry again, the whimpering cry, with great anxiety and fear, helpless like a child.

Jian Junxi patted her back with red eyes, except for the time when she was rescued home for the first time, she was so hesitant and uneasy, she hadn't seen her so frightened for many years.

Just when she was a little hesitant, Nangong Jing knocked on the door and walked in......

When Prajna saw him, the blood on his face faded, the tears stopped abruptly, and his clear eyes were full of waves, which contained great fear, and his body kept wanting to retreat.

Jian Junxi frowned and looked at Nangong Jing, and said angrily: "You go out!" ”

Prajna had been trying to find a place to hide, and he couldn't stop trembling, and he was terrified when he saw him as if he had seen some kind of flood beast

Jian Junxi is also the first time to see her like this......

Nangong Jing also felt it

Knowing that Jian Junxi saved a person, seeing such a person with his own eyes still made him feel frightened.

Knowing the importance of this woman to Jian Junxi, he said with a smile: "Auntie, hello, my name is Nangong Jing, don't be afraid.

I won't hurt you, I won't look at you in strange eyes, you are her family, that is, my family, can you give me a chance? ”

(End of chapter)