Nangong Yi's voice was low and he stared at her closely. Huangfu Ming told him. As for why, he didn't want to know.
"He's injured, I went to see him-"
You'er smiled and pretended to be very relaxed and replied that she couldn't say anything, otherwise she would be betrayed. Yu Yishan's parents are still alive.
"Yu Yishan——"
Nangong also roared, what happened? She didn't want to tell him, did she not trust him? This realization made his anger surge.
"Bingshan, I'm hungry, let's go home!"
You'er lowered her head and took his hand. His hand was cold, and so was hers.
"Why is it so cold——"
It was rare for Nangong to see her looking so docile and accommodating, so he stopped pursuing her and sighed softly, hugging her into his arms.
She didn't want to say it, and he wouldn't force her. If pressed, pigs would bite people, but no matter what it was, he would find out.
The faint smell of lavender made her feel at ease. All the emotions in her heart gradually faded away. Those complicated pictures slowly disappeared. In her mind, there was only a handsome face that was sometimes evil and sometimes gentle. Nangong Yi, Bingshan, so good.
!
At the opposite street corner, Feng Xiaoyu stood quietly. Butler Lin followed him, holding an umbrella. He had been here for a long time. He came when she first arrived. He felt that he should go there, but it seemed that
He couldn't go there, so when he saw Nangong Yi walking over, watching her forcing a smile on Nangong Yi's face, watching her holding Nangong Yi's hand, he only felt that something was quietly breaking.
"Master——"
"Master——"
Butler Lin shouted, the young master has been sending people to follow this girl. She has been watching here for a long time. For some reason, the young master has never gone over. But now, young master Nangong is here, and the girl has left with him.
.
"Butler Lin, let's go!"
Feng Xiaoyu turned around and walked to the black Lincoln RV next to her. The car was very warm, with faint orange lights and a white seat. There was a photo. In the photo, the girl had long hair and was dressed in white.
The knee-length dress was pure and innocent. She leaned on the boy's shoulder with a happy smile on her face. The girl was somewhat similar to your son, and the boy was clearly Feng Xiaoyu.
"Xiaojing, is she you?"
Feng Xiaoyu caressed the girl in the photo and murmured in a low voice.
No one answered him. The girl in the photo still smiled.