The vicious villain is pretending to be weak again

Jiang Yan, who had been completely ignored, was already humming in his stomach. He leaned against the door with his quilt wrapped around him sleepily, but his eyes were fixed on the tightly closed door for a moment.

it's dark.

There was a light in her room, but no one paid any attention to him.

In the narrow and cold side room, only the quilt on his body could bring him warmth. Ice stubble mixed with rain fell, and a gust of cold wind blew, Jiang Yan couldn't help shivering.

He tightened the quilt on his body, stared at the closed door, and couldn't help sighing heavily, but his expression was indescribably relaxed.

At least, at least she didn't drive herself away.

At this moment, Jiang Yan couldn't help secretly rejoicing in his heart, rejoicing that there was still room for maneuver in the mistakes he made.

Nothing has happened yet, everything is still too late.

This is what Jiang Yan told himself.

However, when he saw a figure appearing in the courtyard while he was half asleep and half awake, he stood up stiffly like a carp.

"Who!"

After the words fell, I saw the man looking sideways, with a straight nose, and his ink-like eyes were silent, but they were like shining stars in the darkness.

Jiang Yan's throat shrank, as if someone had strangled his throat, and he opened his eyes wide in disbelief. After a long time, he squeezed out a sentence.

"Nine... Brother Nine?"

Seeing him, the man just frowned and ignored him.

At this time, Xing Xing also opened the door, and the light in the room came out. Seeing that Xu Guanlan was about to go in, Jiang Yan stood up immediately. He didn't know where he got the courage to go in, but Xing Xing Raise your hand to stop it.

He raised his hand mercilessly, his eyes indifferent.

Jiang Yan was extremely guilty, and a little bit wronged.

"Ninth brother can go in, why can't my real brother go in."

Hairpin Xing was silent, but his eyes were a little strange.

Jiang Yan, who was hungry and cold, was like a flower beaten by frost, and he didn't insist on pursuing the self-defeating answer. He just went back to the place where he was squatting just now, grabbed the quilt and wrapped it around his body again. , he drooped his eyes and spoke indistinct nonsense.

"If you don't give me...you won't give me...I won't leave...don't believe me...no...forgive me..."

The cool wind was blowing, and Zan Xing slammed the door shut, but didn't go in.

Jiang Lingyi, who had just finished eating, was drinking tea to digest food. Today she was wearing a bright yellow dress and a fox fur cloak, but her hair was braided in the simplest style. A long hairpin held her black hair firmly. Raised, revealing the beautiful neck and ears, the wiped forehead on the eyebrows changed to a plain style, which made the pair of water-cut autumn pupils look soft when they looked over.

"Why are you here again?" Jiang Lingyi pinched the cup and asked knowingly with an innocent face.

"Does your head still hurt?"

Xu Guanlan's body was steaming, and when he approached Jiang Lingyi, the cold and moisture all over his body had evaporated, exuding warm heat.

When he raised his hand, Jiang Lingyi had already leaned his head. After removing the forehead wipe, there was still a light bruise on the beautiful forehead. His fingertips touched the bruise, and his tone was a little dignified.

"Does it hurt here?"

Jiang Lingyi shook her head, as if she was seriously feeling it. She closed her eyes, her beautiful eyelashes were long and dense, the tip of her nose was delicate and pretty, and her lips were moist and plump with tea, with thin water stains on them.

She subconsciously wanted to lick her lips, but Xu Guanlan's fingertips landed between her eyebrows.

His movements were gentle and his tone solemn.

"This?"