Beiming Liancheng quietly looked at the two people hugging each other in front of my sedan, pursed his lips tightly, and his face was stiff. Although there was a smile at the corner of his mouth, there was ice in his eyes.
Hei Si followed his gaze and silently pulled Nangong Xiaomiao back.
Nangong Xiaomiao was very puzzled and blinked her big eyes again and again.
Hei Si looked young and mature. He pressed his calloused fingers on his thin lips and made a shushing gesture with no expression on his face.
Nangong Xiaomiao looked interesting, raised her little hand, pinched the face of the young master of the Hei family that had not changed for a century, and taught her seriously: "You have to wear an expression. Only with an expression can you feel mysterious..."
The two little people standing beside me were saying something to each other, but Beiming Liancheng didn't seem to hear them, with one hand in his pocket and his eyes cold.
Just as he was about to walk over, he saw the two people talking about something again. Nangong Baiye didn't pay attention and tripped and almost fell down. Fortunately, Bei Mingxun had quick eyes and quick hands and immediately reached out to support her. Nangong Baiye couldn't control her forward leaning.
My body suddenly fell into his arms!
Bei Mingxun put his arms around her, his eyes were as deep as an ancient well and as black as ink, he looked down at her and smiled slightly.
Beiming Liancheng has never been so disgusted with his unique eyesight as he is now.
He could clearly see a trace of uncomfortable shyness on her fair face.
Is that the beginning of love unique to human girls?
Every movement is magnified and slowed down, almost to the point of being dazzling.
It seemed that something was quietly leaving him. The thin, dense and continuous emptiness was tightly wrapped around him. The air around him seemed to have been suddenly sucked away. Even when he breathed, his chest became heavy.
stand up.
Some things may be getting out of his control, and he is not sure anymore.
Maybe one day the little ruffian will come to him with a smile and tell him which man she has fallen in love with...
If that's the case...
If that's the case...
Would she also run to the kitchen when that man got cold and make herself dirty, just to make a bowl of ginger soup?
Thinking of this, Beiming Liancheng's confusing eyes were stained with a faint cold light, and he found that the scene was not beautiful at all!
That’s right…very unpleasant!
It felt like someone had taken something from his body. His stomach was empty and even a little nauseating.
I don't know how to describe that feeling.
It has never been like this.
As long as she was beyond his control, his chest would feel faintly empty. He wanted to swallow her whole body and soul several times. In that case, she would be completely empty.
It belongs to him...
Maybe, he should really do that!
Beiming Liancheng lowered his eyes and smiled, his pupils covered by black hair, his sexy thin lips slightly curved, the mottled ancient bluestone road under his feet cracked a few fine lines, the originally sunny sky suddenly turned cloudy
When he came down, the clouds were thick, and big snowflakes floated down, hitting his straight and thin shoulders. Such a lonely back was so handsome that it was almost unreal.
It attracted many young women on the ancient street to look back frequently.
"Look at that man, whose son is he from? He's so handsome."
"I don't know, I've never seen him before, but isn't the person next to him the young master of the Hei family?"
"Is he from the Hei family?"
"It's unlikely. Only the young master in the Hei family is handsome. I heard that the other young masters all look like Mr. Hei, like a bear!"
"Could it be that the young master from the Nangong family is back?"
"Probably not, but he looks really handsome. I have never seen such a handsome man."
Everyone around him was talking about Beiming Liancheng, saying how elegant, noble, and extraordinary he was.
But no one knew that his hands with black leather gloves were so stiff that they had lost their previous flexibility...
Outside the sedan, Bei Mingxun lowered his head gently and asked Nangong Baiye: "I used too much force just now, did I twist my foot?"
"It's okay, I'm not that delicate." Because they were so close, it seemed like he could touch his bangs as soon as he lowered his head.
Nangong Baiye intuitively felt that this gesture was too intimate, so he let go of his hand first and politely thanked him again, but when he raised his eyes, he saw Beiming Liancheng!
The man's side face was illuminated by the lights in the inn, and his pair of dark eyes were now stained with an unknown smile. One hand was casually hanging by his side, and his pale thin lips were slightly smiling.
When you sip it, it becomes a little transparent, and the beautiful and sharp teeth poke out from it, implying a cold air, just like the European nobles in the ancient century, elegant, noble, and dazzling.
However, servants who are familiar with him all know that the more angry he is, the more obvious his smile becomes. It is not the cold smile, nor the usual evil smile, but the kind of forceful and elegant smile.
Strength and elegance are contradictory, but he perfectly combines the two, making people shudder...
Nangong Baiye was stunned, his eyes focused on the man's fangs. His lips seemed to have been bitten, and beautiful snowflakes hit the thick eyelashes, slightly showing the coldness.
His eyes were as usual, cold, arrogant, sharp, domineering, and even contained some incomprehensible emotions...
Like lonely?
Nangong Baiye felt worried and wanted to get closer to get a closer look.
Bei Mingxun stretched out a finger and waved it gently in front of her eyes, raising a slight smile at the corner of his mouth: "What are you looking at?"
"Senior brother..." Nangong Baiye frowned.
Bei Mingxun paused for a moment, then looked towards her, with a smile in his eyes, like water, flowing slowly, gentle but without losing strength: "Seventh brother, why are you here?"
After saying that, he naturally took Nangong Baiye's hand and took her out of the sedan chair.
As early as when she saw Beiming Liancheng, Nangong Baiye's thoughts were a little slow. Now she only felt warm and dry on the palm of her hand, and she couldn't help but feel a little dazed.
Beiming Liancheng's pupils tightened, and his eyes were on the intertwined hands. All the elegance and calmness were burned out at this moment!
Snap...
The cracks in the ground have completely opened!
He strode across the street, white snow rushing in.
"Hey, isn't this the seventh master? Why are you willing to leave the palace? Do you want a competition? I've been practicing well recently." Qu Luo, who didn't know the situation, came out of the sedan with an evil smile and wanted to put his hand on Beiming.
On Liancheng's shoulder: "I heard that you are getting married soon. Before the wedding, let me defeat you first!"
If it had been normal, Master Qi would have kicked her hard!
How can I give this guy a chance to talk nonsense?
But this time, he didn't respond, and he didn't even look at Qu Luo. He passed straight by, his black trench coat rustling, and a gust of cold wind blew through his face...