I want to be friends with the hero

Chapter 236 No One Can Be Trusted 14
"I'm destroying your world view, those unheard of things that are close to the essence of the world you're looking for will make you fall involuntarily." Shen Yun snapped her fingers, and bent over to get closer to Jian Jing.

"Maybe one day you will become neurotic after listening too much, won't my task become easier?"

Jian Jing didn't know what answer he wanted to hear, but the answer didn't satisfy him, so he asked again: "I gave it to you before, why didn't you take it?"

He hit Shen Yun's sore spot by mistake, and she, who was on the commanding heights one moment, was crushed under Wuzhi Mountain the next moment, and the strong contrast filled her with anger.

He deliberately grinded his teeth, making a clicking sound, and raised the corners of his mouth to outline a sweet smile, followed by a strong malice: "The time is not determined, I have to ensure your safety when I take it, I am a free bodyguard It’s inappropriate.”

Jian Jing finally understood where her anger came from, remembering that he paid her a penny to put her bodyguards back then, he smiled knowingly.

"So when the time is fixed, if you give the little walnut to someone else, I must kill him." When she said this, she was more serious than ever.

Shen Yun didn't tell him that this was his voluntary way to deal with it, if it wasn't his wish, just grab the little walnut when the time comes.

It can be seen that the system is full of malice towards him.

"Brother Ah Jing!"

A gentle call sounded from a distance, and the two ended their conversation tacitly, and turned to look at the source of the sound at the same time.

At the end of the long alley, stood a woman in pink clothes. The clothes were gorgeous but not as shy as hers.

In a daze, Shen Yun saw the scene of the little girl with bright eyes and white teeth jumping into his arms without even thinking about it. For some reason, she felt a little uncomfortable in her heart, but she didn't think about it.

It was Zhong Ling who came.

The girl back then grew up, and under the urging of her elders, her actions became reserved. I saw her smiling brightly and shaking her hands gently.

Jian Jing turned her head to look at Shen Jun's stupid look, a little disappointed: "Put the little walnut on me, don't worry, it's with me."

"Okay." Shen Yun nodded unwillingly, and said, "Although my heart is dark, but fortunately, what I say counts. Let's talk about it during the Mid-Autumn Festival."

As Shen Yun said, she tapped her toes and climbed over the eaves, heading towards the original goal.

When Zhong Ling approached, she could see Shen Yun's face clearly. Although she lived in the inner house, the person she knew was the little sister who handed over the handkerchief, so Shen Yun was naturally not in this range.

However, she, who met on both sides, brought a strong sense of crisis to Zhong Ling, so she was somewhat concerned about her affairs.

Although it's just a profile, Zhong Ling is sure that he can't make mistakes. The news of his return is very secret. She only found out by eavesdropping on the conversation between Zhong's father and Zhong Li. How could Shen Yun get ahead of him?

She twisted her handkerchief, but when she came to Jian Jing, she had a gentle face, her brows frowned and echoed carefully, her voice fluctuated, but there was no feeling of surprise: "Hey, isn't that sister Yan's cousin? Little sister But you're being naughty, brother Ah Jing, you just came back and didn't know that she is famous."

"I heard that she doesn't understand everything in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, but she likes to play with knives and guns. One can beat ten! Although others have criticized her, I am envious. My father always restrains me and has no freedom at all. "She said coquettishly, with endless expectations in her eyes.

"...Look at me." She slapped her mouth in self-punishment, and looked at Jian Jing with an apologetic face, "I'm so happy to see Brother Ajing, I can't help talking too much, Brother Ajing won't dislike me Noisy?"

"No problem." Jian Jing bypassed her and walked towards the mansion.

He walked lightly but gave Zhong Ling a head-on blow. This was not connivance but indifference. He didn't care whether she was noisy or not.

Realizing this, she was heartbroken, obviously she had learned how to be a virtuous and virtuous woman according to the strictest standards, but the distance between her and him seemed to be getting closer, but she still couldn't walk into his heart .

"Why didn't you ask me?" Her voice was urgent, but her courage was exhausted after only one sentence, and her voice became lower and lower as she went to the back, "Ask me why I know about you? Why did you come here alone again? Why are you here?" Speak ill of Shen Yun in front of you?"

She did not hesitate to admit her jealousy in front of him, just to let him see her heart.

Jian Jing's footsteps were still unhurried and there was no expression on his face. It wasn't until Zhong Ling couldn't help but catch up that he turned to face her: "It's okay to be scheming, but at least you have to use it in the right place."

His expression is as cold as looking at a stranger, Zhong Ling's sweetheart is not like this.

She felt as if she was losing him.

She stretched out her hand to pinch his sleeve, not daring to pinch it too tightly for fear that he might feel disgusted, her wet red eyes were moist, and she looked charming.

Tears of heartbreak or tears of joy depend on his answer.

She raised her head and said anxiously: "You used to have a bad temper. You always coaxed me, bought me delicious food, took me to many places, and gave me any gadgets."

As she spoke, her tears couldn't stop streaming down, and there was a bitterness in her throat, and she couldn't help crying: "We were so close in the past, but now... we are like two strangers... Brother Ah Jing is standing next to me. In front of me, I feel so far away.”

On the opposite side of her tears, he finally had an expression, but it was a pity that he was not distressed but irritated. Zhong Ling, who realized this, was even more emotionally broken.

She hugged Jian Jing's waist recklessly, and buried her head on his chest: "Brother Ah Jing, you have changed... Don't change for the better? Did Ling'er do something wrong? Tell me... as long as you tell me Just change it, as long as you don't stay so far away from me, I can do whatever you want... Brother Ah Jing, I like you, Linger really... really likes you."

Jian Jing held her hand, and Zhong Ling raised her delicate face with pear blossoms and rain in a daze. Before she burst into laughter, Jian Jing took a few steps back mercilessly.

"Jane Five."

As soon as the voice fell, a baby face in white clothes fell between the two of them. He carried a strange sword on his back, not thick but very wide, about one and a half palms.

"My son is obsessed with swordsmanship and doesn't care about men and women. Ms. Zhong is beautiful and has a good family background. There is no shortage of people who propose marriage. It is the best policy to find another lover as a companion." With a sad and begging expression, he stretched out his hand and made a gesture of invitation, "I will send the girl back to the house."

Zhong Ling never took his eyes off Jian Jing, but he completely ignored her like a rock.

He has no intentions for her, she has already realized that, as for what Jian Wu said, she didn't listen to a single word.

Her red lips were parted, and the lips were dry and twitched. Jian Jing saw that she still didn't give up, so she took a last look at her.

Under her pleading eyes, he opened and closed his mouth: "Stubborn."

Then Jian Jing tapped her toes and climbed up to the eaves, not knowing where she was going. He moved so fast that Zhong Ling only saw an afterimage and didn't hear any sound. That person seemed to have disappeared out of thin air.

His martial arts are indeed as his brother said, they have reached the point of perfection.

After he left, Zhong Ling didn't have to worry about his face, his legs were weak, and he sat on the ground, tears dripping into the dust.

Even so, the heart that cannot be given still has not been taken back.

(End of this chapter)