The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl

As soon as these words came out, even Kong Wenmin fell silent.

That night, Jiang Jinwan led his men to sneak into Nanshan Bieyuan, tortured and killed several old people in front of Xiao An, Grandma Chen died on the spot, Mr. Ding was broken three ribs, and Mr. Gu lost a right arm. Not to mention the injuries of the elderly, even the young and strong guys need at least a year or so of training. They are away and can't come back to Ninggu Pagoda, and they usually don't want to mention it, but there is something in their hearts. What about those who are not anxious? Chen Qingxuan only mentioned this in front of Kong Wenmin, and never said it in front of other people.

Kong Wenmin didn't speak, got up and sat beside Chen Qingxuan, and said softly: Don't worry, I'm sure you'll be fine, Mr. Fang will take good care of you, Mr. Gu and Mr. Ding will be able to rest well...

Kong Wenmin still wanted to say something, but seeing Chen Qingxuan's drooping eyebrows, he still didn't continue. Naturally, Ding Yunwen and Gu Changlin could still recuperate, but Grandma Chen would never wake up.

Chen Qingxuan's eyes were moist again, and he didn't know whether it was because of the heat or something, he wiped his face carelessly in a hurry, and was about to say something light-hearted to ease the atmosphere, when he was pulled into his arms , He was about to struggle when someone grabbed the back of his head again, and then he was firmly pressed against his shoulder.

Let's wait a while. Kong Wenmin patted Chen Qingxuan's shoulder lightly. His voice was soft, but it seemed to be bewitching. Everyone didn't speak anymore, Chen Qingxuan looked down at the two cups of steaming tea on the table, while Kong Wenmin looked at Chen Qingxuan without blinking.

His eyes slid over Chen Qingxuan's long black hair, drooping eyebrows, and finally landed on that white and slender hand. That hand was as thin and long as its master, very slender, but it didn't look weak, with well-defined joints , there are light yellow calluses growing on the pads of several fingers. From this one look, it can be seen that it is the hand that has held the pen for many years, and it can also be seen at a glance that it is a man's hand.

Yes, this is obviously a man's hand, so what's so good about it? But Kong Wenmin just stared at it for so long. He knew it was a man's hand, but he still wanted to hold it and entangle his fingers with that hand. Kong Wenmin felt that he must be crazy, yes, If he wasn't crazy, how could he have such an absurd idea?

But that's what he thought, and he did it.

It was always Kong Wu's strong hand, and it was the first time that he poked forward timidly, one inch and two inches closer to that white and thin hand. As the two hands got closer and closer, Kong Wenmin's breathing He became more and more anxious, he felt that he was very worthless, he was even more humiliated than the kid who met his sweetheart for the first time, but he loved this feeling of being worthless and his whole heart would jump out... …

There are still three inches, two inches, and we are about to touch it.

Bang bang bang!

Suddenly, there was a harsh knock on the door outside.

Who is it? Chen Qingxuan sat up straight, frowned and looked out the window.

Oh... I'll go take a look. Kong Wenmin suddenly withdrew his hand from the table, stood up in a panic, and then walked out without looking back.

Chen Qingxuan looked at Kong Wenmin's strong and strong back through the window, a little dazed, a little helpless, and a little irritable. In the end, he let out a long sigh of relief. He watched Kong Wenmin open the door, and was about to turn his head , glanced at the young man standing at the door, and couldn't help but sullen.