If it weren't for Xia Qianchen, she could have chosen children and Li decisively.
Nangong Shaodi doesn't have to experience sadness again...
How long did Xia Qianchen stay in the bathtub? The figure waited at the bathroom door, and there was no sign of leaving.
Only Xia Qianchen and Nangong Shaodi were given dinner.
All the dishes are her favorite... and are made according to the nutritional combination of pregnant women.
Nangong Shaodi pulled the chair for her, and his heavy eyes kept looking at her, paying attention to her every move.
Xia Qianchen was extremely unnatural by him.
As soon as the two sat down, Nangong Shaodi personally took a spoon to serve her soup, and his green eyes were still on her face.
"Thank you," Xia Qianchen took it politely, "Do you think you want to compensate me?"
"compensate?"
"Because I... cough, the result of the examination in the hospital," Xia Qianchen smiled indifferently, "Do you feel that you owe me?"
Otherwise, I really couldn't imagine the reason for his change in attitude.
Nangong Shaodi did not speak.
Under the light, his side face was extremely thin and handsome.
Xia Qianchen said happily: "If this is the case, Mr. Nangong doesn't have to bother. This choice is my own decision."
"Try it, the soup is suitable for your appetite?"
Xia Qianchen tried it, it was fresh and sweet: "Yeah, it's delicious."
“How about the dish?”
"Mr. Nangong doesn't have to worry. These are what I like. I believe I like the taste very much."
I found that there were several dishes in the dish that were Irish food.
Xia Qianchen couldn't help but pronounce the name of the dish in Irish...
Nangong Shaodi frowned slightly, as if he had thought of something. After dinner, he explained something to the servant on his face. The servant quickly brought a newspaper and handed it to Xia Qianchen.
"What's this?"
"read."
"read?"
Nangong Shaodi stroked with his hand and pulled a paragraph: "After reading this paragraph, you will understand."
Is there any mystery in the newspaper?
Looking at the unfathomable expression of Emperor Nangong, Xia Qianchen unfolded the newspaper and read out the content of the newspaper smoothly—
"I've finished reading," Xia Qianchen asked with a frown, "but I still don't understand."
Emperor Nangong didn't say anything, looking at the table, he was still thinking about something.
Xia Qianchen thought he was strange...?
"You can draw?"
"Well, have you seen my painting?" She painted Nangong Li in the villa by the sea.
Nangong Shaodi knocked on the table with his finger: "Can you draw a portrait for me?"
Xia Qianchen didn't know what happened to Emperor Nangong tonight, but she felt that they seemed too close.
"I'm afraid not. I'm a little sleepy and want to rest early."
“…”
"I'm going to rest. I hope Mr. Nangong can help me find Qianyu soon."
Xia Qianchen wiped his mouth, stood up with an elegant smile, and was about to leave.
However, when passing by Nangong Shaodi, his powerful palm suddenly grabbed her wrist and brought her to his legs.
Xia Qianchen was stunned for a moment and met his deep gaze as deep as the bottom of the lake.
"what are you up to?"
"Draw for me." He grabbed her struggling hands, making her unable to move.
Xia Qianchen couldn't struggle and shouted in a hurry: "Shaodi Nangong, please let me go!"
Exactly the same tone and expression.
Even, in order to alienate her, she deliberately called him "Mr. Nangong"...
She had a miscarriage, had heart surgery, could milk cows, could eat the egg custard he made, was allergic to pollen, could draw, and read English smoothly—
Even the replicants of memory transplantation cannot be similar to this level.
Nangong Shaodi recognized her as Qianchen countless times in his heart, and felt that this was a blasphemy to Xia Qianchen.
But so far, he is really becoming increasingly difficult to tell...
He grabbed her tightly, locked her in her arms, and asked or begged more appropriately:
"Draw for me."
Xia Qianchen's heart was beating, and she avoided him because she was afraid that she would be more moved!
"Mr. Nangong, I seriously warn you to respect me. I also have a lover now. Don't think that I am a copyist and have no personality and dignity. You can do whatever you want to do to me."
"Is that true?"
"Don't forget that I said at the time that I didn't just come and go!"
"If I've said this," he said inwardly, "I'll take it back."
Xia Qianchen was slightly stunned.
Nangong Shaodi never recycles what he said, but he actually-
"Where are your hands touching? Let me go!"
Nangong Shaodi did not let her go, but instead rubbed her hair and cheeks carefully, smelling the fragrance of her body...
That body fragrance only belongs to Xia Qianchen.
It is natural and emits from the body.
Her skin has a soft and delicate touch, and her breath...
Why has he never paid attention to it before?
The two of them were tightly and inseparably attached, without a gap that could be separated, which made her heart beat faster and dizzy.
Nangong Shaodi closed his eyes to identify it, wanting to experience it with his heart...
But Xia Qianchen's angry voice was disturbing him: "You offended me, if my fiancé knows, I will be very unhappy."
The three words "fiance" make the space stagnant.
Nangong Shaodi opened his eyes suddenly.
Taking advantage of the moment when Nangong Shaodi lost his mind, Xia Qianchen quickly left his arms and moved far away.
But his tall figure suddenly stood up and was about to catch her again.
What should she do, she can't escape...
Just as she was about to catch her, she shouted: "Don't forget that you will violate your oath to Miss Xia when you treat me like this!"
Nangong Shaodi's body was obviously stiff.
Xia Qianchen had already walked upstairs a few times, rushed to his room quickly, and locked the doors on several floors.
He was not hearing the footsteps he caught up with.
Xia Qianchen gasped, but her head and heart were getting hot.
What's wrong, what's wrong with Emperor Nangong? Is the condition going on again?
...
Downstairs, Nangong Shaodi's body was stiff and condensed and cold, and his eyes were covered with a thin layer of light.
He felt more and more that it was not Xia Qianchen who died in the sea a year ago...
Once this idea popped up in his mind, it began to take shape.
His mood was not full of passion. Perhaps he had fantasized too many times and had become afraid to have any expectations...
If she was Xia Qianchen, why did she lie to him that she was No. 0328?
He will find all the evidence!
Picking up his cell phone, he called Rhodes and gave him a series of orders:
"Search out all the commonalities and characteristics of the copyist."