Jiang Heng's face was as pale as paper, his thick eyebrows were full of gloom, he raised his head to look at Nangong Jing, who was as bleak as the autumn wind, pursed his lips and said, "Most of them are true......"

"Which part is fake?" Nangong Jing turned his head slowly, his sad eyes hinting at anger.

She ...... She didn't kill her, Miss Windsor died for her of her will, and Miss Windsor is not your own sister......"

Jiang Heng briefly explained the banquet of the Feng family, this matter is not a secret in high society.

After all, Jian Junxi made such a big fuss that day, and the fake Ouyang Jingru was obviously shot and killed, and then appeared again, which doesn't make sense.

In fact, his mood is also very complicated, on the one hand, he doesn't want Nangong Jing to have another accident.

But Nangong Jing loves Jian Junxi so much, and he is very worried, even if he gets married, he still won't let go......

"I used to love him very much?" Nangong Jing was secretly sad.

He didn't know how to explain the pain in his heart, and he especially wanted to stay by his side, but his love was a disturbance to him......

Jiang Heng looked at his lonely back, his eyes were covered with tears, and he choked up: "Yes, you love her very much, but she doesn't love you!" ”

Nangong Jing's fists clenched lightly, and there seemed to be thorns on his heart scraping back and forth, and he couldn't breathe in pain.

He lowered his head in despair and said hoarsely: "I don't care what you think, I must recover my memory!" ”

Jiang Heng stiffened, raised his eyes to look at the Jian family, and felt an indescribable heartache in his heart.

The last message Jian Junxi sent him was, "Jiang Heng, if you want him to live, you must prevent him from recovering his memory.

Don't let him think of me, or all his efforts will be in vain! ”

Nangong Jing didn't hear a reply for a long time, turned around and glared at him coldly.

"Yes, I'll arrange it right away!" Jiang Heng reacted at this time, immediately lowered his head, and replied respectfully and rigidly.

I also knew in my heart that since Jian Junxi didn't want him to recover his memory, it was impossible for her to have no plan.

Five days later

Layers of dark clouds rolled in the southeast sky, like thousands of wild horses on the loose, running and jumping in the sky, making the whole earth appear more and more gloomy.

Jian Junxi fell asleep groggily, and woke up in a daze a few times halfway, but his brain was not clear, and he was forced to pour some juice by Lin Yiyi and Yang Hui.

This is mainly because Ji Zhong used a new medicine, which contains the ingredients of sleep, plus she was already tired, and her body also needed to rest, and when she woke up, it was already five days later.

She sat up from the bed and looked around, but there was no one in the room.

I picked up my phone on the bedside table and looked at the time, only then did I realize that I had slept for five days and put the phone back.

happened to be looking at a newspaper next to it, with a very eye-catching headline, "Nangong Jing and Ian of the royal family of Country Y are about to get married".

She slowly picked up the newspaper, glanced at it roughly, and finally landed on the date of the wedding, the fifteenth Lantern Festival of the first month, and the wedding was held on Nangong Island.

She frowned, why was it on the same day as her plan?

Looking down at the photo below the newspaper, Nangong Jing was holding a beautiful Western girl.

The expressionless face of Jun seemed to be covered with a thousand years of ice, and just a newspaper could feel how cold his whole person was.

Gently caressing his face, his heart throbbed for a while, but the tears seemed to be drained, and not a drop could come out......

"Young Master......" An exclamation made her raise her head suddenly.

Wen Hao saw that she was reading the newspaper, and his heart rose to his throat.

(End of chapter)