Cheng Wuyi came to her senses, turned to look at Huangfu Lian, and found that his expression was much more severe and darker than before. He immediately understood that the person his son said was Xiahou Fengli.
Jiang Nanyan was also a little surprised. Huangfu Lian, who had been rushing to the road, suddenly stopped.
Not only that, she also felt that Huangfu Lian held her hand tightly, as if she was afraid that she would be snatched away.
In order to calm Huangfu Lian's emotions, she subconsciously stretched out her hand and wrapped it around his neck.
Jiangnan Yan stopped, returned to his senses, turned his head to follow Huangfu Lian's gaze and looked forward.[
She saw a man's face, which was extremely handsome, but his face was covered with rich and haggard.
I don't know if it was my illusion, but after seeing him, the man's whole body trembled, and his rich black eyes showed a complex light.
There are regrets, guilt, fatigue, and deep shock and disbelief.
He seemed to be unable to accept that he was so close to Huangfu Lian, and there were traces of being hit hard on his face.
Why does this person look at himself with the kind of eyes that look at his beloved woman?
It seems like I have really had something with him.
She doesn't know this person at all!
Jiang Nanyan looked at the man with bloodshot eyes less than three meters away from him, leaning against Huangfu Lian with some palpitations.