Counterattack on the giants: the villain male god is a girl

Chapter 1102 Can You Read It Before You Say It?

"Do you want Jiangshan?" Nangong Jing asked without changing his expression.

"If you don't want Jiangshan, do you want beauties?" A sneer appeared on the corner of Jian Junxi's lips, as if he was laughing at himself, or mocking Nangong Jing's self-indulgence.

Nangong Jing looked at the back of her leaving heartlessly, her face was ashen. He had never found anything difficult in his life.

Only her, Yang Feixue, is still so difficult to approach as ten years ago, no, it is even more difficult than before...

After Jian Junxi returned to the room, he turned on the computer, read the emails sent by the people below one by one, and analyzed the current situation on paper.

Because of her, Jian Junxi, the balance that has been maintained in Kyoto for many years is about to break, and I can feel that many people are about to move.

She dug out the materials of Huangfu's family from the drawer, and after reading it for a long time, she didn't see any clues.

He took out his mobile phone and made a few more calls, drew the colorful diamond ring on paper, took a photo with his mobile phone and sent it out.

Thinking of the unwritten plan before, he frowned and took it out of the drawer.
He didn't pay attention to Nangong Jing at all, and couldn't even remember that there was such a person in the family.

Until I felt the blood throbbing crazily in my temples, my mind suddenly felt like a balloon exploded, and the more I thought about it, the more I felt a headache.

She sat in front of the desk and supported her head with her hands, took out the painkiller from her pocket, put it in her mouth and tried to fetch the water on the table, but found that it was empty.

After she swallowed it directly, she frowned slightly, and got up to make another cup of coffee.

"Knock, buckle..." There was a knock on the door, and she put away the information on the table, thinking it was Abu, and said coldly, "Go in..."

Nangong Jing pushed open the door and walked in expressionlessly.

Jian Junxi raised his eyes and saw that he hadn't left yet, the hostility was raging all over his body, the anger in his eyes erupted like a torrent, and he said angrily: "You don't want me to leave with a knife and a gun, do you?"

Nangong Jing's heart was only cold, bone-piercingly cold, her thin lips were tightly pressed into a straight line, she walked slowly in front of her, and handed the book in her hand into the air...

Jian Junxi stared at the book in his hand, the black shell, and saw the black and white edges of the paper, it should be half written, and he didn't reach out to pick it up, he asked in puzzlement: "What do you mean?"

"I want you to see..." Nangong Jing opened her mouth calmly, her dark eyes were as calm as water, without any emotion.

"Why should I watch it?" With the ruthlessness in Jian Junxi's cold eyes, he picked up the cup on the table and prepared to make coffee.

"After you've finished reading, I'll go..." Nangong Jing's thin lips moved slightly, blocking her way, her big hand remained frozen in the air, as if he didn't plan to let her go if she didn't answer it.

Jian Junxi's face was as cold as frost, and he put down his coffee cup when he heard that he was willing to leave.

After reaching out to take it, he was not in a hurry to open it, and asked as he walked towards the sofa, "Who wrote it?"

"I didn't write it..." Nangong Jing seemed to be afraid that she would not read it, but also seemed to know what she was thinking, a scorching light flashed in the bottom of her dim eyes, and it disappeared like fireworks.

Sitting on the sofa, Jian Junxi heard that it wasn't written by him, so he opened it...

The "Xue'er" that caught her eyes made her froze, she immediately closed the book, stared at Nangong Jing coldly, Senhan's breath spread rapidly, and asked coldly: "What do you mean?"

"Can you read it first before talking about it?" Nangong Jing's eyes implored, and she sat down opposite her.

Jian Junxi narrowed her eyes, and unconsciously tightened her hand holding the book. At this moment, she still hadn't figured out what Nangong Jing meant.
After hesitating for more than ten seconds, out of curiosity, I opened it again...

(End of this chapter)