Ximen Jingxuan, who had only a simple memory of the matter, did not know what love for Lin Xin'er at this time, leaving Lin Xin'er's warmth.
Seeing those ugly scars on his legs, Lin Xin'er smiled, "The bottle you gave me before I gave me the medicine to Mrs. chess was not enough, so I was useless."
Farewell to meet in the carriage. Ximen Jingxuan was remembered. After Lin Xin'er reminded him, he doubted what he did.
Let him hear the painful pain of the forbearance in the courtyard of Ximen Jingyu in the three nights, and the sound entered his muscle bone. Together with his ten fingers, it seemed to just pass through the wall, the bloody pain.
"Jing Xuan?" Lin Xin'er was dressed in shoes and socks, and looked up at Ximen Jingxuan's pair of doubts.
I still have confusion in doubt, it seems to lose my direction.
"Jing Xuan, what are you thinking?" Lin Xin'er stood up and asked.
She has never seen Ximen Jingxuan's gaze so freely. Even if he had doubts about her identity before, he would quickly cover up. Those indifferent eyes have already practiced a very high level.
Not for color.
"I'm thinking, what is my location in your heart?" Ximen Jingxuan asked.
In the Showa Hall, he thought that Lin Xin'er was cunning and unbelievable. In Zheng Xianlun's affairs, he had to deceive him the greatest, and even used her body to do it. That was his entire memory.
However, now Lin Xin'er is in front of him. What he sees is a woman who is very concerned about his safety. This kind of natural feeling on his face is not pretended.
It has reached the point of reaching the peak.
So he is really puzzled.
"Jing Xuan, why do you ask this?" Lin Xin'er's turn was puzzled, always believed in her, believed in their feelings, tolerant her, wasn't it him who took her to go down? Why is it not sure now?
"How can your skill recover so fast?" Ximen Jingxuan asked, ordered the biggest question in his heart.
Lin Xin'er looked slightly stiff, staring at Ximen Jingxuan with both eyes.
This ... how could it be the question asked about Ximen Jingxuan? How could he doubt her?!
"Jing Xuan, you ..." Lin Xin'er wanted to ask, but he couldn't say a word.
If it wasn't for the familiar feeling and the familiar smell, she would think that her Jing Xuan had become a person.
The taste is unique, and only the lover who is close to him can be recognized.
There is no reason, it is a pure induction and intuition.
In front of him was Ximen Jingxuan, but how could he ask this?
Although Lin Xin'er was very unhappy because of this sentence, she still made his thoughts on his thoughts. He stopped for a while and asked calmly, "Did you tell you?
Give it to me, because there is the power of Baguio, so I recovered a lot faster. "
"Yan Qiu didn't return to Beijing, I didn't see him." Ximen Jingxuan said, watching every subtle expression of Lin Xin'er.
"No?" Lin Xin'er stunned again, "He left the North Xinjiang earlier, how could he not return to Beijing?"
"This is what I want to know." Ximen Jingxuan said.
Because I did n’t see Leng Yanqiu, Ximen Jingxuan did n’t know much about her situation. I probably knew the news of the line report. Lin Xin'er understood it, looking up at Ximen Jingxuan, followed by asking a herself.
Wish to mention the question, "You won't you suspect that the disappearance of Yan Qiu is related to me?"
Lin Xin'er asked very carefully and sour, so she had to admit that Ximen Jingxuan in front of her was really strange.
But how can this? Where did Leng Yanqiu go? Wouldn't it be someone who hid in the secret again?
"Yes, I suspect." Ximen Jingxuan did not deny it, and gave a certain answer.
"Jing Xuan!"
As if the clear sky sounded, Lin Xin'er screamed from the bottom of his heart, and his body was somewhat leaning back.
Ximen Jingxuan saw the puzzlement in Lin Xin'er's eyes, and there was an incredible pain.
She was injured, and because of his affirmative answer, he was severely injured.
Her performance was real and no one, he seemed to hear the sound of her tear in her heart.
pain!
Ximen Jingxuan raised his hand and covered his heart.
Why does his heart hurt?
"Jing Xuan, are you intentionally joking, are you joking?" Lin Xin'er gave himself hope, "Even if you suspect that I do it, I also think that I am under the idea that you don’t know.
The part of the birth is just not notified you, is it? "
"Is this like this?" Ximen Jingxuan asked.
Isn't there no emotion? Why does his heart more and more painful to see her injured expression?
Lin Xin'er shook his head, "No, this matter really has nothing to do with me. If you didn't tell me, I don’t know that Yan Qiu did not go back."
Ximen Jingxuan also worried her. How could Leng Yanqiu go back? Even if someone wants to use him and design him, it is not easy. He has a way to break the situation.
"I know." Ximen Jingxuan said lightly.
He knew that he could no longer be entangled on this issue. Lin Xin'er couldn't stand it, and he couldn't stand it.
"Jing Xuan, it's not too early, the silver -faced people will come here. I can't keep him from the door. It will make him doubtful. You can go." Lin Xin'er also didn't care about it.
In other things, Ximen Jingxuan's situation is the most important.
Lin Xin'er put down everything, pulled Ximen Jingxuan's arm and walked towards the door, standing at the door and stopped again.
, Hurry up and go back to Beijing. If there are people in the direction of the capital of Beijing, you are sent by you, and you will quickly call it back. Those who hide in the dark are waiting for you to take it in advance. "
Isn't she deliberately doing something away? Ximen Jingxuan stared at Lin Xin'er closely, letting her drag her arm, motionless.
"Those people are not me." Ximen Jingxuan said.
"No? That's the relationship with the silver -noodle people. Is it Simon Yin?" Lin Xiner said that there was a guess before leaving Beijing. "I was sure that the silver noodle person would not leave.
In Beijing, you will act with the people who led them back to the prince and eradicate the dark forces in Beijing. I really want them to make them moving, but the evidence is not enough. I don’t know why they believe it.