Extra: Qingqing Zijin, my heart is 11

Knowing that his words hurt her, Murong Jiyang pursed his thin lips and was silent for a moment before saying warmly: "I'm sorry, it's just that this thing is too difficult to make. If it's broken..."

"You will still do it again, and if it is broken, it will be broken. What else? You have a lifetime of time anyway."

A complex light shone in Xiao Qian's eyes, and a faint smile was still hanging on her lips. Suddenly, she raised the corners of her eyes and stored internal force in her palm. Before Murong Jiyang had time to react, she slapped the head of the sewing machine.

The nose of the machine was very hard, and she couldn't break the shell, but the small parts of the inner head almost turned into pieces under the force of her palm.

The little bullet worker who Murong Jiyang finally made was pushed out by the palm wind, and bounced on the ground, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Murong Jiyang tightened his palm. He didn't expect her to suddenly attack. He knew that she was unhappy, but he never thought that she would react like this, not to mention that she hadn't been angry for so long.

Looking at the machine that was broken by her, I couldn't help but feel a little sad.

But since it was hurt in Xiao Qian's hands, she didn't dare to have any objection. He always made the mistake and it was because he was sorry for her.

After sighing, he tried his best to calm his heart, then he bent down and squatted down, picking up the broken parts of Xiao Qian on the ground.

Some small parts have not been completely destroyed and can be used after collection, but they only need to be assembled again.

But he had just picked up a few times, and suddenly another palm wind swept over. The sharp palm wind swept in front of him, instantly sweeping out the parts on the ground, leaving them unknown where they landed.

Murong Jiyang's big palm stretched out was on the ground, staring at his empty palm, his breathing was a little messy, but after a moment, he adjusted his breathing, stood up and looked down at Xiao Qian who was staring at him, and said helplessly:

"This is all done by me. If you want to vent your anger, you can beat me and scold me, don't destroy it, okay?"

"Do you feel sorry for me to destroy it?"

In fact, Xiao Qian didn't want to make trouble with him. The two have been together for so long. Although they have always been respectful to each other, she stayed in Yueyang Pavilion as his fiancée. Jiyang in Zichuan was her closest person.

What she hated was that she had been here for so long, but he had never given herself any sincerity, but he was wholeheartedly devoted to Ling Xi and his daughter.

She has been waiting for such a dedicated and dedicated mind for three years, but what did she hope for?

She had been enduring it and never letting her displeasure express her emotions. She had to bear it until now. Seeing the three of them walking towards Xiyuan like a family of three, her heart was getting more and more painful.

She is the one who wants to accompany him through the rest of his life, and she is the only family except Yun Fei, but in his eyes, what is she?

Murong Jiyang didn't know how to respond to her doubts. He really felt sorry for breaking his sewing machine, and he didn't want to lie to her.

Silence was like the wind, lingering around the two of them. The whole front yard was quiet, and all the servants dared not approach and hid from afar.

Miss Xiao Qian was angry and this was the first time she saw her in Yueyang Pavilion. Although she didn't know what happened between them, she thought that the couple was having a quarrel.

Xiao Qian smiled bitterly, and the ease and pleasure of the past dress was gone in her smile. It was all bitter and astringent, heart-wrenching pain.

She also hoped that the couple was having a quarrel, but in her opinion, they were not even considered a couple!

"Did you change your mind and don't want to marry me? Have you made up with Ling Xi? You know that she likes you, so she can never let it go, right?"

I don't know if there is something in my palm. While her five fingers are tightening, she is deeply trapped in her flesh, but she seems to have no sense of consciousness, and even the scarlet redness overflows from the palm of her palm did not notice at all.

She just looked up at Murong Jiyang, with tears in her eyes, but she was so stubborn that she would not let the tears fall.

Murong Jiyang still looked at her without any reaction. He didn't know how to respond to her words, and felt a little depressed.

Li'er doesn't like him, so there is no way he can let go. Whether he can let go or not, there is no possibility for him and Li'er to let go.

"Is it really so hard?" Xiao Qian still stared at his face, her voice desolate: "If I tell you that night we..."

"Let's get married next month."

Xiao Qian was stunned, tears hang on the corners of her eyes, unable to go back or fall.

She held the sharp thing in her palm tightly, her thin lips moved slightly, and she couldn't believe her ears at all.

In the past year, every time he talked about getting married, he always talked about him, and even used Yun Fei as an excuse to not talk to her in detail.

But today, he was obviously so happy to go out with Ling Xi and his daughter, but when he came back, he told her to get married.

Murong Jiyang...what was thinking in his heart? She found that she could not see through this man at all, she really couldn't see through, she couldn't understand.

"Let's get married and find a good day next month." Murong Jiyang's voice was quiet and clear, as if there was no impurity:

"I know I've made you sad, but I can't lie to you. I can't let Li'er go, but I will try my best to do what I should do as a husband. In the future, I will try to put Li'er in the deepest part of my heart and not pick her up easily, okay?"

Xiao Qian's pink lips were shaking even harder. She didn't know if it was good or not. She wanted to say it was okay, but she was afraid that what was in front of her was just a dream, not real.

She moved her lips to speak, but her throat was dry and astringent, and she couldn't even say a word.

"I'm sorry." Murong Jiyang's voice was still so soft. He pulled the corners of his lips, trying to give her a soothing smile, but found that he couldn't do it, so he had to give up.

Looking at her eyes shining with tears, he said in a low voice: "I like Xiaoxiao, I really like it. If she comes to Yueyang Pavilion to play in the future, can you not care? She is just a girl who doesn't know anything."

"I don't mind, I really don't mind." She was already satisfied with his promise to her. How could she mind?

"I will treat her like my biological daughter. I will no longer be jealous of her, nor will I dislike her. I..."

She found that she seemed to have missed her mouth and spit out all the little thoughts she had been doing this year. She hurriedly stopped her mouth, and a trace of anxiety flashed in her eyes.

Murong Jiyang's face did not change, as if he hadn't heard what she said.
Chapter completed!