There was uneasiness in her tone, and a little self-deprecation. Ever since Nannan lost her memory, she could only watch her from a distance. When she missed her, she could only hold the purse around her neck and miss her naughty look; she missed her old age.
It's the way she pesters him; the way she throws herself into his arms at every turn; and even the reassuring light fragrance on her body, but now Nannan...
"Yu, don't worry..." Just as he was about to speak to comfort Nangong Yu, he heard a "pop!" sound, and a cup was crushed in Nangong Yu's hand, and the blood in his hand dripped drop by drop.
There was something dazzling on the ground.
"Yu, you..." I can't remember how many times this guy has done this. I can only see various small scars on his hands. It seems that what he said just now aroused his guilt again, and Xuanyuan Fanyi had no choice but to understand.
He no longer spoke.
Alas, he shook his head with a sigh, and Xuanyuan Fanyi could only pray silently in his heart, "Dad, if you have a soul in heaven, please show mercy again, otherwise your son will not be able to survive. The Xuanyuan family and the Nangong family
If you die, you will have to bear at least half of the responsibility..."
If the old owner of Xuanyuan Village really has a spirit in heaven, he must have struck a lightning strike on this unfilial son first...
The weather was extremely dark, with no light coming through. Nannan sat bored on Zimo's desk counting snacks.
"It's so boring." Nan Nan squinted her eyes and secretly glanced at Zimo who was reading a book. He was dressed in white clothes and had an alluring face. He looked pleasing to the eye, but how did Nan Nan look at him now?
dislike; despise.
"It's really boring." Nan Nan tried to emphasize again, scratching the pastry with her fingertips, thinking about how to get out silently.
Zimo raised his head and looked at Nan Nan, then lowered his head again. He didn't know what kind of evil idea this ghost girl was thinking about, so it was better not to say anything to avoid being plotted against.
"Oh! I'm really suffocated!" Nan Nan deliberately raised her voice. Looking at Zimo who was still indifferent, Nan Nan took a deep breath and said, "It's really... wu wu..."
The moment Nan Nan opened her mouth, Zimo stuffed a piece of pastry into her mouth with lightning speed. Seeing Nan Nan's satisfied silence, Zimo lowered his head and continued reading.
"Bah! Ahem... Bah... you..." Nan Nan, whose face was red from holding back the pain, spat out the pastries and coughed "Smelly Zimo! You want to kill me!"
Zimo looked at Nannan with an innocent face and shrugged, "I thought you were bored, so I gave you snacks to comfort you."
"Comfort?" Nan Nan rolled her eyes fiercely. This stinky Zi Mo must have done it on purpose. Nan Nan narrowed her eyes charmingly, "Isn't it just that you won't let me out? Then take all the snacks on my plate."
Cut it into cubes and I won't go out." After saying that, he looked at Zimo with a proud face, "Huh, let's see what you, a grown man who lives far away from the kitchen, will do."
Zi Mo raised his head slightly, flicked his right hand, and heard a few ping ping ping ping sounds. The snacks and plates were neatly cut into cubes by Zi Mo's palm.
"Eat." After saying that, he continued reading without raising his head.
Looking at the diced plate in front of her, Nan Nan was so cold that her soles of her feet were instantly cold. The corners of her mouth twitched violently a few times, and she calmly said, "I'm full. I'll go to sleep first." After saying that, she jumped.
He got off the desk and ran to the bedroom.
It wasn't until the sound of Nan Nan's footsteps gradually disappeared that Zimo raised his head and looked at the plates and snacks on the table that had been torn into pieces by himself. He thought about Nan Nan's deflated expression just now, and the corners of his mouth rose again unconsciously, as if they were related to her.
Together, every day is relaxing.
It would be great if I could live such a quiet and happy life in the future, but...
Thinking of this, the originally upward arc fell down again, replaced by a frown. He sighed softly, turned the page in the book in his hand, and continued to read...
The air is still dull and breathless, and it seems that the gloomy weather will continue for a long time...