Leng Ai Princess VS Fengyun Fourth Prince

Han Xiyan hadn't spoken yet. Sitting aside, Wen Xiu, who loves his sister, spoke, "Yan! What Xiaoying said is true. Since she came back, I really don't have time to accompany her. You know, I have a lot of money on hand. The case that can't be pushed out, I'm so busy every day, I don't have time to take care of her at all."

"Then why didn't Sakura stay abroad with her parents, but returned home?" Nangong Minglu asked suddenly.

"It's because my uncle and aunt hope that Sakura can get in touch with more cultural knowledge here. The fallen leaves return to their roots, and they will come back sooner or later. My uncle only has one daughter, Sakura, and she will rely on Sakura to take care of her career in the country in the future. " Wen Xiu explained.

"Oh, that's it!" Nangong Minglu looked at Wen Ying carefully again, not knowing why she suddenly felt a faint uneasiness in her heart.

"Xiaolu, please, promise me, okay?" Wen Ying simply sat next to Nangong Minglu, shaking Nangong Minglu's arm, "I will transfer to Fengyun High School tomorrow, and I will enter a new environment Studying, I am really scared, if Xiaolu can accompany me to school, I will not be afraid of anything."

Nangong Minglu looked at Wen Ying suspiciously.

Wen Ying kept laughing.

But, for some reason, Nangong Minglu felt that her smile didn't reach her eyes, but there was something else hidden in it, which made Nangong Minglu want to reject her.

But before Nangong Minglu could come up with a suitable excuse, Wen Xiu said again: "Yan! My younger sister is on your leave. I promise my uncle and aunt to take good care of her. If she can eat, live and go to school with Xiaolu, I will And don't worry."

Wen Xiu spoke so bluntly that Han Xiyan could only nod his head.

Seeing that Han Xiyan agreed, Nangong Minglu had no choice but to swallow the words of refusal.

Just like that, there was an unexpected guest in Nangong's villa——Wen Ying.

In the evening, after ordering the maid to arrange a place for Wen Ying, Nangong Minglu returned to her bedroom, washed up and prepared to rest.

There was a light knock on the door, Nangong Minglu chuckled—it must be Han Xiyan.

Before she could speak, Han Xiyan pushed the door open and walked in.

Nangong Minglu covered her pajamas tightly, sat on the bed with her arms folded and smiled at him, "I haven't said please come in, are you afraid of seeing something you shouldn't see?"

"I'm afraid I won't see what I shouldn't see!" Han Xiyan lightly raised the corners of his lips, walked over quickly, and pulled Nangong Minglu into his arms.

"Bah!" Nangong Minglu spat at him with a smile, "You are getting worse and worse, you are not serious!"

"Didn't you teach it to be bad?" Han Xiyan lowered his head, sniffing her hair lightly, "Who made me fall in love with a little witch!"

"There is a beautiful lady living downstairs, you should love her!" Nangong Minglu pretended to be angry and said with a straight face.

Han Xiyan gently stroked her hair, just smiled and said nothing.

Nangong Minglu couldn't hold back, burst out laughing, and thumped his chest hard, "You are very calm! You are not in a hurry, and you don't explain anything!"

"Explain what?" Han Xiyan said lightly, "I didn't even see her face clearly, so why do I like her?"

"You!" Han Xiyan rubbed her head dotingly, "You don't want to be cheap and act like a good boy. You obviously wanted to introduce Wen Ying to Yanwei again, so you chatted so warmly with her, but now Hit it up again."

"Did you see it?" Nangong Minglu looked at him with a small face.

"What the hell do you have in mind to escape from me?" Han Xiyan bent his index finger and tapped her forehead lightly.