Ingenuity

Qingyan went shopping and lost herself, which made Yan Zhi anxious.

Although he said he was in a hurry, Yan Zhi still maintained his elegant demeanor, walking from one end to the other, and from the other end to this end, "Should send someone to follow him! Blame me! Go! Send someone again try to find!"

"Prince! I found it. According to the people, I accidentally bumped into King Han's carriage in the afternoon, and was taken into the mansion for questioning!"

"What? King Han?"

Yan Zhi pondered for a moment, "Go, follow me to his other courtyard."

At this end, Qingyan and Zhuang Hansu looked at each other.

Apart from stammering a few words at the beginning, Zhuang Hansu hasn't said anything so far.

He didn't make a sound, and Qingyan didn't make a sound, instead, he was lighter.

For a long time, Zhuang Hansu thought about speaking.

"you forgot?"

Qingyan felt that it would be better for him to explain clearly, "Not long ago, I had an illness, and my brain was burnt, and I don't remember much about the past."

"Forgot all the names?"

Qingyan nodded with her usual smile.

Zhuang Hansu frowned again, "Take off your clothes."

Qingyan raised her eyes and blinked at Zhuang Hansu.

After reacting for a while, he began to undress without complaint.

One layer and two layers, when there was only one thin shirt left, Qingyan paused, seeing that Zhuang Hansu didn't intend to stop, she obediently took it off.

With her upper body stripped off, Qingyan put her hands on her trousers and looked at Zhuang Hansu, asking if she wanted to take off her trousers?

Zhuang Hansu frowned, "Turn around."

Qingyan turned around obediently, revealing her fair back to him.

Zhuang Hansu stood up quickly, and lightly touched Qingyan's waist with a pair of dusty hands.

what's the situation? !

Qingyan's body froze, and she seemed to understand a little in an instant.

His eyes, his tone at the beginning...

Does the Northland have such a hobby?

That Yan Zhi kept him for no reason... Could it be!

In an instant, Qingyan seemed to open Ren Du's second channel, Mao Sai suddenly opened!

Zhuang Hansu smiled lightly at this time.

Qingyan is very curious about his expression, because it doesn't sound like a simple smile, it seems that there is something else mixed in it?

But seeing his expression, Qingyan couldn't turn around hastily, so she had to wait silently for his next instruction.

Fortunately, this prince is not an impatient person.

"Put it on."

Zhuang Hansu sat down on the chair, "Where are you from?"

Qingyan responded for a moment, he should have asked him where he lived now, but what would he say?Except for what he overheard, Yan Zhi had never introduced himself to him, and he actually knew nothing about it.

"I live in... the east of the city."

Qingyan put on her clothes one by one without haste, and looked back, but Zhuang Hansu didn't look at him, and he became more and more confused about Zhuang Hansu.

Is it for beauty?It seems not.An old friend?It seems not.Does it look like someone he knows?

Maybe it's not his old friend, but the old friend Zhuang Hansu thought?

Qingyan's brain may be because it was too little before, but today the amount of information is too much, and suddenly felt a dull pain in the head...

Qingyan frowned at first, then covered her head with her hands, and then simply paid respects to Zhuang Hansu in his old age.

Zhuang Hansu was taken aback by the sudden kneeling, and then found that Qingyan's face was covered with cold sweat.

"what happened?"

"Head..." Before he could figure it out, Qingyan fell head-on. Zhuang Hansu caught it with quick eyes and hands, and the warm breath rushed straight to his face. Zhuang Hansu smelled the very faint bamboo fragrance on Qingyan, and forgot for a while. Call the doctor.

Sucking greedily the clear taste, Zhuang Hansu's cold eyes showed unprecedented satisfaction.

Now that we meet again, it is impossible to let go.

Zhuang Hansu knew that he was a complete jerk.

But what he doesn't know is that all his greed, desire, and possession are reflected in Qingyan.

He is his obsession.

His whole life revolved around this person.

Without him, there would be no Zhuang Hansu.