Quick Transmission: Host, don’t touch the boss, he’s going to kiss you

Until the early morning light, Ning Zhiyan did not alert his servants.

After staying up all night, he sat on the pear tree outside his bedroom, pressing his sore eyes with his cold white fingertips. Finally, he closed the yellowed books on the desk and closed his eyes to rest.

Another stick of incense passed and the sky was bright. Yan San pushed open the door as usual, his movements subtle and not disturbing the people on the floor.

He lifted up the brocade curtain that separated the partition, and immediately noticed the man with dark hair and white clothes. He was a little dazed and shouted numbly: "Master?"

The voice was neither too loud nor too soft. When the man with his eyes closed heard the words, his slender black eyelashes trembled, and he raised his thin eyelids, and his beautifully shaped eyes slowly looked for sound.

His eyes glanced at the soup bowl in Yan San's hand, only to look away again.

He lowered his eyes, his long white fingertips rolled up his sleeves carelessly, his brows were as cold as the moon, and he seemed inaccessible.

Yan San gritted his teeth and walked in with the soup in his hand. As he got closer, he noticed the green eyes under the man's eyes. He couldn't help but talk a lot: "Master, how long have you been up?"

The man was silent for a while, then picked up the book on the desk and started to read it. His voice was clear and clear: "You have more than a moment, what are you doing here?"

The words in Yan San's mouth were choked by the second half of the man's words.

What is he here to do? Besides delivering medicine, what else can he do here?

Master, master, you are really perfect at knowing but not speaking.

Yan San put the medicine on the table and secretly observed the man's expression, "Master, Doctor Liu told me that this medicine must be taken at the same time."

Seeing that the man was unmoved, he added: "This is the last dose."

Sure enough, the man's hand while turning the book stopped, his light-colored pupils had an indifferent expression, and his long eyelashes suddenly moved.

He raised his hand to hold the medicine close to his pale lips, tilted his head slightly, and the raised Adam's apple on his snow-white neck rolled slightly, and after a while he put the bowl down.

Kong Jing's brows frowned slightly, and the man held up his plain sleeves, put his hands on his lips like a fist and coughed twice, revealing a corner of the jade pendant hidden at his waist in the long clothes.

"There's no tomorrow?"

Seeing this, Yan San quickly poured a cup of tea and removed the empty bowl that had reached the bottom, "No more."

The man drank tea with his eyes slightly lowered, the bitter feeling in his mouth still lingering. The light and shadow outside the window reflected on his slender figure. His brows and eyes were indifferent, like elegant bamboos or cold snow.

"Ah."

Yan San clicked his tongue and was about to retreat when he saw a small movement coming from the back room. He paused and subconsciously looked inside.

I saw a girl in a snow-white coat lifted the partition curtain and walked out. Her hair was a little messy, but it did not affect her stunning appearance.

His clear eyes were fixed on the man quietly, without blinking.

"Ning Zhiyan, how long have I slept?"

The man picked up the tea and took a sip. His light-colored pupils reflected the appearance of the young woman, and he said warmly: "Soon."

"!!!"

Yan San couldn't hide the shock on his face, his eyes suddenly widened, his legs that were expected to move suddenly stiffened, and he didn't dare to breathe.

what's the situation?

How did this girl get out of the back room?

However, the next second he saw the girl climbing up the stairs, across the middle desk, smiling and saying: "You said you wanted me to live in your mansion, are you serious?"

"Ah."

It was a very indifferent word, but Yan San was no longer calm and looked at the scene in front of him in disbelief.

Who can tell him what this is?

Ning Zhiyan's eyes swept around the woman's face, then stopped at the person who was stunned, and lowered his eyelashes slightly: "Yan San."

"Ah...I'm here." Yan San was still immersed in a state of shock, rarely stuttering, and then he heard his master's light and gentle voice telling him.

"Have someone prepare some and deliver them early."

Only then did Aning notice that there was another person in the room. She just happened to see that person's dull and stunned look. When he went out, she suddenly said: "He looks stupid."

People who practice martial arts have extremely sensitive hearing, and Yan San happened to hear the sentence: "..."

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After that, Aning lived in Ning Zhiyan's mansion as he wished.

After these days of getting along, Ning Zhiyan also had a certain understanding of the girl who suddenly broke into his life.

The woman looks stunning, has neither arrogance nor impatience, is generous in manners, and has a quiet temperament. It would not be an exaggeration to say that she is a fairy in the sky when she puts on clean clothes.

She just clings to him so much that she follows him wherever he goes, and always calls herself his fiancée. No matter how he explains it, she doesn't take it seriously.

Ning Zhiyan seemed to have become accustomed to seeing a beautiful woman standing next to the bed as soon as he opened his eyes. He raised his eyes to look at her, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and he pursed his pale lips.

"Don't you even need to practice?"

Aning shook his head and said, "I practice when I go to bed at night."

After a while, the man said softly: "Miss Aning, is there anything you want to do?"

Aning stared at his face and said seriously: "I want to be your bride."

"Except for this." The man's eyes glanced at her casually, and he raised his hand to tie up the loose black hair with a hairband, but it was always untied for some reason today, and he frowned slightly.

Aning stepped forward, took the hair tie in his hand, pressed him on the chair, ran his slender fingers through his hair very gently, and then wrapped the hair tie around him until he tied up his high ponytail.

She said softly: "But there is nothing else I want to do except this."

Ning Zhiyan lowered his eyes, his slender eyelashes covered the expression in his eyes, and his eyebrows were empty.

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In March, it was suddenly cold but warm, with misty clouds. It rained lightly for several days in Shudu, and the air was still damp.

In a quiet courtyard, several green bamboos cover the door. The bamboo branches move gently in the wind, and soft light and shadow shine into the house through the window lattice.

The room is spacious and bright, with simple and elegant furnishings. Waves of fragrance are blowing towards your face. The man is as tall and straight as a pine, with a handsome appearance and an air of mist. He is standing next to a square pear wood table. Ning Zhiyan is holding on to his pen. The shape is like running water leaving writing on the rice paper.

The words are just like the person he is. His handwriting is graceful and elegant, and it seems that the unreachable tranquility in him can be seen from the words.

Peace and tranquility.

Aning sat obediently on the sandalwood chair, with a dignified manner and a pair of shining black almond eyes. He looked directly at the man in front of him, with a hint of persistence in his eyes.

She had lived in his mansion for some time, and found that except for some servants, there was no one else in the mansion, especially not a single female family member, and there were very few people in such a huge mansion.

Probably because of her, a pretty woman came here these two days, saying she was here to take care of her.

Aning had automatically filtered out the conversation that morning, and her decision to be his bride would never change.