Nangong Jing looked at his father in front of him, and the bitterness in his heart was like drinking countless cups of bitter wine, from his mouth to his heart, and he was miserable.

How nice it would be if she killed them and she could be reborn......

"Ah......h

I saw that the thin railing that Ian grabbed suddenly relaxed, and she herself was stunned by Nangong Jing's sudden killing.

Fearing that he would be in danger, he watched with all his attention, completely forgetting that he was on the edge of the rooftop.

Yier's pupils contracted suddenly, and he only felt a chill spread from the center of his feet to his internal organs.

Striding over, he shouted urgently, "Ian, be careful!" ”

Nangong Jing was about to fall when he saw Ian, so he dropped the gun in his hand and rushed to the edge of the balcony.

It's just that, because of some distances, no matter how fast they are, they can't compare to the speed at which the human body falls.

Thankfully, the railing didn't break completely.

Ian hung in mid-air, his legs limp.

Il also gasped in fright, and shouted urgently: "Ian, give me your hand!" ”

Nangong Jing also happened to arrive, and stretched out his right hand at her, his deep black eyes were calm and waveless, and his thin lips moved slightly: "Give me my hand!" ”

Ian raised his eyes to look at this imposing man, his blue eyes as clear as crystal, with nostalgia and sadness.

Thinking that he had done something that disgusted him, he asked fearfully, "Our wedding will still take place as scheduled, right?" ”

Nangong Jing didn't say it was right, nor did she say it was wrong.

The delicate facial features like a knife are like the prince in the comics, so handsome, so cold, but there is no half of human emotion in the cold eyes.

At the moment when she was waiting for an answer, Nangong Jing made a move that made everyone scream and jumped into the ......

"Don't, Jing'er......" Ouyang Jingru's face turned blue with fright, and she couldn't stop trembling.

"Gong Jing!" Nangong Yan exclaimed, the nerves in his body were tense like tightropes.

He grabbed the edge of the balcony with one hand, grabbed Ian's arm with the other, and without saying a word, picked it up and handed her hand to Il.

Ian burst into tears because she knew that there could be no wedding between them......

Jiang Heng didn't catch his breath, strode over, and grabbed Nangong Jing's other arm with Ouyang Yan.

After Yier pulled Ian up, he stretched out his right hand to Nangong Jing and said urgently: "Jing, come up!" ”

However, Nangong Jing just looked at them quietly, and the hand that was holding on to the balcony suddenly let go, so frightened that the three of them shouted: "Young Master......", "...... Jing", "Gong Jing, what are you going to do?" ”

For a moment, both time and air seemed to condense at this moment.

Everyone's hearts were in their throats, and they were so anxious that they didn't dare to breathe.

"I owe you my life, and I give it back to you!" Nangong Jing's dark eyes glowed with a faint white light, like injury, like bitterness, like regret, like pain......

Ian's crystal clear tears rolled down his eyes, his legs trembled with fright, and he cried and said, "Jing, don't scare me, I don't want you to marry me, can you come up?" ”

"Don't!" "Young Master!" Ian and Jiang Heng were so anxious that they screamed.

Ian seemed to hear the sound of heartbreak, covered his mouth and cried uncontrollably, crying desolately, crying desperately.

Nangong Yan knew that he had decided to be martyred, his heart was like a knife, and he cried bitterly: "Gong Jing, don't be like this, things haven't come to this point, you haven't found his body, how can you give up?" ”

The corners of Nangong Jing's lips pulled out a touch of bitterness, and tears flowed straight to his heart, turning into bitter and astringent......

Ouyang Jingru heard that their tone was wrong, and prepared to slide the wheelchair

(End of chapter)