Kuai Chuan, fall in love with a fairy

Chapter 602 Overwhelming the Prime Minister's Sick Beauty (92)

Ah Qi wiped the sweat off her brow when she received the news from Zhu Qing secretly.

He was cautious, always feeling that today's master is more terrifying than before.

"Master, Lord Ye has returned to his mansion."

Ye Qiao has been living in the prime minister's mansion these days, and Rong Yan's room is almost filled with her things.

But now that Ye Qiao returned to her mansion angrily, it was enough to express her anger.

Zhu Jing pursed his lips, his throat was a little dry.

The young man lowered his brows and eyes slightly, and his voice was a little soft.

"Go and deliver the greeting card."

As soon as this invitation was sent out several times, Ye Qiao's house door was always tightly closed, and he just refused to see Rong Yan.

Zhu Jing's long and narrow phoenix eyes were hanging down, and his long eyelashes trembled slightly.

His voice is soft and ethereal.

"Break down the wall."

Ah Qi was taken aback.

Hit, hit the wall?
He reacted for a while, and immediately went to arrange it.

The wall separating the two mansions was smashed after all.

He nestled on the soft couch again, when he heard the door being knocked lightly a few times.

The thin window paper reflected the thin figure of the young man.

He slowly moved to the door again, and opened the door a crack, revealing a little head.

"Master Rong has been busy all day, did you just remember to come over?"

She hummed in a low voice: "Master Rong is really good at it, but he still plays tricks on me."

Zhu Jing pursed his lips, his long eyelashes trembling slightly.

His voice was cold, very much like him.

"I'm Zhu Jing."

He raised his eyes again, and really saw a mole of tears at the end of the boy's eyes.

She raised her eyebrows: "So?"

Zhu Jing raised his eyes to look at her, the faint stream of light in his eyes reflected the cold frost between his brows.

His voice dropped, a little hoarse.

"I did not do that."

It's all done by Rong Yan, it has nothing to do with him, so Rong Yan should bear this anger.

The young man's eyebrows were cold, his long eyelashes trembled slightly, and he seemed aggrieved for no reason.

"You can't snub me."

It was hard for him to come out once.

He raised his eyebrows again, and suddenly smiled.

"Are you emphasizing that you and Rong Yan are not alone?"

Zhu Jing paused, raised his eyes slightly to look at her, but cautiously did not answer, with slight hesitation in his eyes.

He suppressed his smile again: "Since we are not alone, then we have nothing to talk about."

She looked up at him: "Zhu Jing, right, I don't know you."

Zhu Jing was stunned, and panic and anxiety filled his eyes for a moment, but the young man's brows and eyes were cold, and his long eyelashes covered the expression in his eyes, only his fingertips were trembling slightly.

The young man is thin, and the cloth on his shoulders is darker in color, as it was wet from the rain.

He looked at it again, frowning.

Zhu Jing thought that He was really angry again, and grabbed her sleeve in a panic.

The boy's voice was low and hoarse: "I was wrong."

He pursed his lips again: "You are right, you are Zhu Jing."

Zhu Jing frowned, a little restless.

"it's all me."

But it's all him.

Zhu Jing tugged at his sleeves again, his eyebrows and eyes drooping obediently.

"I was wrong."

The young man opened a pair of sparkling and cold eyes, his curly and thick long eyelashes trembling slightly, a light shadow swept across his eyes, and his slender lips were gently pursed.

There is a slight mole inlaid at the end of the slightly raised eye, which outlines a bit of charm.

However, he had a cold temperament, and the slight coldness between his brows dispelled some of the monsters, leaving only a touch of glamour.

He stared straight at the light-colored mole at the end of Zhu Jing's eye again, and moved his fingers lightly.

Well, I want to touch it.

Seeing that she had been silent, Zhu Jing frowned slightly, feeling a little uneasy.

"Yet again?"

The young man's voice was soft, clear and cold, but when he lowered it, it seemed a little soft.

He came back to his senses again, and suddenly raised his eyebrows.

"What did you just call me?"

She hooked her lips and smiled: "Yeyou? I didn't tell you my name."

Zhu Jing froze for a moment, and pursed his lips tightly.

He was a little puzzled again: "Did we really know each other before?"

Although He You has very vague memories of the time before she died, she always felt that in her boring and ordinary life, there was no such a cool and good-looking young man.

Reminiscing about his vague memories, He felt that he should have known Zhu Jing when he was wandering after his death.

But she doesn't remember the details, including the process of how she became the patron saint of the interface from a wandering soul in the small world.

Zhu Jing looked at her quietly, his brows and eyes were cold and quiet, with a touch of innocence.

Such a bland but implying turbulent gaze made He Youwu feel a little less motivated to continue exploring.

She pursed her lips, changed the question, and only asked what she cared about most.

"What was your attitude towards me before?"

What is the relationship between us.

In He You's fragmented memory, the boy seemed to be very distant from her.

Zhu Jing slightly clenched his gradually transparent fingertips, and bit his lips a little anxiously.

He dared not speak.

He waited for a while, and when he saw the boy with his head hanging in front of him, he didn't speak, but tilted his head.

"Can't you answer that too?"

The young man curled up his fingertips, and the rain-soaked robes on his body felt cool.

Rong Yan tilted his head slightly, covered his chest and coughed a few times.

Immediately, the young man's cold and white skin showed a bit of beauty, and his eyes became more moist.

Rong Yan raised his eyes slightly, and when he looked at He You, his brows and eyes were soft, and his eyes were filled with a clear light.

"Jojo."

He pursed his lips again and narrowed his eyes.

It's really time for Zhu Jing to leave.

He frowned again, and handed the thin blanket beside Rong Yan to Rong Yan.

"Don't you know how to hold an umbrella when it's raining?"

Rong Yan pursed his pale lips, and looked up at her carefully.

"Aren't you angry anymore?"

He tugged at the corner of his mouth again: "What do you think?"

Rong Yan tugged at her cuffs, wrapped her slightly cool fingertips around the back of her warm hand, and brushed along the finger bones inch by inch.

"Don't be angry, okay?"

He raised his eyebrows again, and gently pushed his hand away.

"not good."

Rong Yan lowered his brows and eyes in frustration, the young man pursed his mouth, and still held He You's hand persistently.

This time, he used some strength to prevent He from avoiding him again.

Rong Yan's eyes were sincere, and he looked very cute.

"I'll read the storybook to you."

It was a great sacrifice.

He blinked again, then suddenly pursed his lips and smiled.

"A different way this time."

Rong Yan pursed her lips, with a little anxiety in her eyes.

It's like digging a hole for yourself.

He excitedly picked up the script again, and turned to the page he had just read.

She pointed to a segment, her eyes sparkling.

"Here, show me this."

Rong Yan glanced at it, and blushed at just one glance, a little incoherent.

He stammered: "I, I can't."

He patted him on the shoulder again, with a serious expression on his face.

"A man can't say no."

She stuffed the story book into Rong Yan's hand and waited excitedly.

"I'm ready, you can start."

(End of this chapter)