"I'm in a hurry. I can't wait for a moment. I have to go." In fact, Xia Qianchen was worried that the two of them had talked about something secret. She lied to Leng Tianchen and said it was a gift from Qian Yu, but Leng Tianchen would lie to him as soon as she told him. She was also afraid that the bottle would fall.
When it was in Leng Tianchen's hands, he opened it out of curiosity and looked at something...
Xia Qianchen reached out and took Leng Tianchen's arm, and said in a rare coquettish manner: "Let me go."
Leng Tianchen stared at Xia Qianchen with questioning eyes.
There is no doubt that everything she did today was abnormal...
He didn't want them to meet because he was afraid something might happen, but he couldn't refuse Xia Qianchen.
"You are sick and can't run around outside. Can I carry you?"
Xia Qianchen obediently stretched out her hand to him, taking the initiative as never before.
Leng Tianchen hugged her sideways.
"By the way, when I ask about the sand bottle later, don't say that it was left to me by Qianyu, and don't say that it is a very important thing."
"Why?"
"If Young Emperor Nangong knew about it, he might deliberately not give it to me..."
Leng Tianchen stared at her with his bright black eyes, but found that she looked away, not daring to meet his eyes...
Leng Anqi opened the door and saw Leng Tianchen suddenly squeezed in with Xia Qianchen in his arms. She was a little confused: "Brother, aren't you ready to leave? Why are you in my room?"
"Where's the Nangong people?"
"Still sleeping."
"Wake him up."
"He was in a bad mood last night and was very drunk. What do you want to do?" Leng Anqi said unwelcome, "Are you showing us your affection so early in the morning?"
It seemed that the voice disturbed the people on the bed, and the quilt on the big bed moved.
Xia Qianchen struggled and said softly: "Let me down."
Leng Tianchen put her on the ground and closed the door.
Young Emperor Nangong sat up from the bed, his upper body naked, his eyes sleepy, and his hair messy.
He looked at this side with empty eyes, and his voice was dry and hoarse when he spoke: "Is something wrong?"
Leng Tianchen avoided the taboo and said, "You go over there and wait, and I'll help you ask him for it."
Young Emperor Nangong casually picked up a shirt and put it on his body, and said softly: "I'm wearing pants."
The quilt had been lifted up, and he was about to get off the floor, but the hangover made him feel pain, and his legs were weak and he was about to fall to the floor. Fortunately, he held on to the bed cabinet in time.
Leng Anqi immediately ran over distressed: "Are you feeling unwell? Then you'll have to rest for a while before you wake up. Your throat hurts, right? I'll have someone make you some hangover soup..."
Xia Qianchen pursed her lips and stood by the door, watching their show of love.
Fortunately, I watched him go to the ground wearing trousers instead of briefs...
This proves that he just slept in Leng Anqi's bed while drunk.
While a stone fell in her heart, she laughed at herself. Even if she didn't have sex this time, what about the future? They were going to get married soon...
Xia Qianchen, please wake up. Why do you have to dwell on things that have no results?
Leng Tianchen walked directly to the bed and asked straight to the point about the sand bottle.
"What sand bottle?" Young Emperor Nangong asked with a frown.
"A glass bottle filled with sand."
"Never seen it."
"You really haven't seen it? My servant said he saw the bottle fall at your feet."
Young Emperor Nangong asked mockingly: "Did the servant see me pick it up with his own eyes?"
Leng Tianchen paused for a moment.
Young Emperor Nangong curled his lips and glanced at Xia Qianchen sarcastically: "If I remember correctly, you should have set off at this point. Are you coming to me so early for a bottle?"
"..."
"Is it important?"
Leng Tianchen wanted to say something, but asked patiently: "Did you really not pick it up?"
"No."
Leng Tianchen turned around to leave, but Xia Qianchen had already walked over from the door: "Mr. Nangong, please return the bottle to me. It is of no use to you."
Young Emperor Nangong leaned against the bedside and said coldly and calmly: "I told you, I haven't seen it."
"It's impossible for anyone else to take it except you."
"Mrs. Leng is so sure?"
The words "Mrs. Leng" made Xia Qianchen's heart feel like it was being dug hard.
Her lips turned pale for a moment, and her face became as indifferent and distant as his: "Will you give it to me or not?"
"It seems that Mrs. Leng has evidence?" he said sinisterly, "are you so sure that I stole your bottle?"
"It's not stealing..."
"I haven't fallen into being a thief yet."
Xia Qianchen's throat was choked, and she suddenly couldn't answer her words. Yes, she had no evidence to prove that the glass bottle was taken by Young Emperor Nangong. Maybe it wasn't really him, but was swept away by a servant? Maybe...
Her mind was in a panic, and she suddenly regretted that she suddenly stood in front of him and mobilized an army to force him to hand over.
"I'm sorry, I have no evidence..." Xia Qianchen said with choking pain in her heart, "If I have wronged you, I apologize to you. I hope Mr. Nangong doesn't mind."
Leng Anqi walked out of the bathroom, felt the stagnant atmosphere beside the bed, and raised his eyebrows slightly in surprise:
"Brother, what happened?"
"A bottle filled with white sand," Leng Tianchen asked, "You went to the room yesterday and it disappeared. Did you pick it up?"
"A bottle filled with white sand!?" Leng Anqi walked to the bed and picked up a glass bottle from under the pillow, "Is it this?"
As soon as she said this, several pairs of eyes glanced at her.
When Xia Qianchen saw the bottle in her hand, her eyes immediately lit up:
"Did you pick it up?"
"He appeared on my bed out of nowhere and gave me a cold smack all night. I almost threw it away. I thought it belonged to Narcissus... I didn't expect it to be yours!" Leng Anqi's eyes were filled with meaning.
He also guessed what was going on, and his tone became more disdainful and sarcastic, "Why did you come to me?"
Xia Qianchen frowned slightly and quickly glanced at Young Emperor Nangong.
His expression was dull and indifferent, as if the bottle had nothing to do with him...
Xia Qianchen thought to forget it, just find it. Judging from the situation, he probably didn't notice what was in the bottle.
"I'm sorry, Miss Leng. Maybe the servant saw you going to my room and thought you dropped it... Could you please return it to me?"
"I think you put it in my room on purpose. It's just a broken bottle. It won't be a pity if you drop it... You're too immature to frame me." Leng Anqi casually handed the bottle to Xia Qianchen.
Throw it in the direction.
Her expression changed greatly, and she reached out to pick it up.
But Leng Anqi threw it over on purpose, how could she catch it?
The bottle shattered instantly when it hit the ground, sand flowed out, and a photo loomed in the white sand...