"Let go." Beiming Liancheng lowered his eyes and looked at his exquisitely crafted embroidered robe. A small claw mark was scratched out by the little man. His voice became colder. His face was illuminated by the swaying lights in the store.
He looked noble and elegant, and his eyes looked like amber lakes, unfathomable. His slow and slow tone sounded humble, but there was a hint of royal domineering.
Nangong Xiaomiao did not let go. Instead, her big eyes were half-closed and she slowly approached him...
Beiming Liancheng picked up the little man and held it coolly in his arms.
"Hey!" Nangong Xiaomiao struggled with her two lotus-rooted calves, looked up at Beiming Liancheng's sharply defined jaw, and held her cheeks with two bulging little claws.
"Little Ying, see you off." Boss Pei also stood up, his eyes bright: "You should know the rules of seeing off guests."
Rules? What other rules does her store have? It’s just giving money!
But, but...that man seems really difficult to deal with.
The parrot's fur was flying all over its body, flying here and there on the roof, but it didn't dare to get close to Beiming Liancheng.
Beiming Liancheng paused. His black robe was blown by the night wind. He was standing at the door. In the black velvet night, the lights above his head shone down, reflecting his shadow on the smooth surface.
On the black marble floor, there is a void, calm, mysterious, and slightly cold.
The parrot only looked at him once, burst into tears, turned around and ran away!
No, she really can't beat him!
Moreover, this man is really good-looking, even more so up close.
The parrot shyly covered its face with its wings.
Nangong Xiaomiao: ...Please, you, a parrot, should stop doing such girly things, okay!
Boss Pei frowned his thick eyebrows and slowly opened his smiling eyes. There was a chill in his eyes as if they were broken into pieces of ice.
Beiming Liancheng smiled evilly, satisfied with the damage he caused, and slowly walked out of the store with Nangong Xiaomiao, who rolled his eyes cutely.
The fog outside the shop was very heavy, lingering in the night. It was so white that even the breath could be seen.
The heavy snow is spreading, the north wind blows, and the snow dust is like blooming dandelions, floating and lingering.
The young master of the Black family, who looked like a little adult, was standing at the end of the street, followed by two phantoms. He was wearing a black brocade robe with a big cloak on the outside.
If this kind of cloak is worn on other children, it will definitely feel nondescript.
But when worn on Hei Si, they complement each other so well.
His handsome features were like the sky propped up by the dark night, neither cold nor indifferent, without the slightest expression.
All he has is his mighty martial spirit and his coolness and nobleness that commands the world.
Hei Si placed his eyes on Beiming Liancheng's arm, frowned for a moment, and then naturally stretched out his hand, as if to take Xiao Miao over.
The little man didn't want to be held by someone's arms, so he stretched out his white and tender claws...
Beiming Liancheng directly picked up Nangong Xiaomiao by the collar and threw him into Hei Si's hands. The gesture was no different from throwing a small pet.
Nangong Xiaomiao drooped her little ears and looked at him gloomily.
Beiming Liancheng paused, as if he remembered something, then he picked up the little man from Hei Si's hand and put it in his arm again.
"Evil daddy, if you don't know how to hold a child, why don't you?" Nangong Xiaomiao pulled her little head: "You will destroy my handsome head."
Beiming Liancheng lowered his eyes and glanced at him coldly, with an evil mockery on his lips: "With your chicken coop-like hair style, are you still handsome?"
"Chicken coop?" Nangong Xiaomiao was lying sideways and was trapped in her arms. It was inconvenient to take out things. She could only turn her face to the young master of the Hei family and said: "Hei Xiaosi, help me get my little bronze mirror."
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Hei Si first looked at the two shadows beside him. After the two shadows disappeared, he stretched out his hand and helped Nangong Xiaomiao take out the bronze mirror.
Nangong Xiaomiao touched the small mirror and took a look. His hair was messy, and a few of them stood up very disobediently. His face suddenly fell and he began to sort out his self-image.
Beiming Liancheng walked forward with him in his arms, his voice cold: "I came back this time to inform you of something."
"What's the matter?" Nangong Xiaomiao pressed her head with her little paws, trying to push down the hair.
Beiming Liancheng paused, lifted him up, and brought his handsome face close to his: "Your mother has lost her memory..."
"..." Nangong Xiaomiao was stunned for a moment, and for a rare moment her speech became fluent: "You, you said, mother, she doesn't remember me?"
Beiming Liancheng raised an eyebrow: "No, she just lost all the memories about me."
Hearing this, Nangong Xiaomiao narrowed her amber eyes: "Why did she just lose her memory about you? Did you bully her?"
"Children, don't ask so many questions." Beiming Liancheng picked up his collar again and took a few steps forward.
Nangong Xiaomiao was very unhappy. No one would be happy being carried by someone. His feet were half hanging in the air, and he could only reach the ground a little. He tried hard enough, but he got ridiculed by the man.
"Then when can I see my mother?" Nangong Xiaomiao folded her hands around her chest like a grown-up. What else could she do? She could only be carried like this.
Beiming Liancheng spoke calmly: "It depends on yourself."
"I don't understand." Nangong Xiaomiao's eyes were bright and she narrowed her amber pupils shrewdly: "What do you mean you want to see myself?"
Beiming Liancheng paused and stopped in front of a bright black and transparent carriage. There was no one driving the carriage at all. It was made of ancient pure black wood and was engraved with bustling patterns. Its appearance combined Chinese and Western elements, just like
It's just like the one in the comics, elegant and majestic.
Even the black horse had a cape on its back, and its hooves were covered with silver metal. It stamped on the snow, making a clicking sound, and crushed a snowdrift under its feet.
The snowflakes rolling all over the sky were like white fluff shaken out, covering the sight one after another.
Beiming Liancheng stretched out his hand and threw Nangong Xiaomiao into the carriage. When he looked back, Hei Si had already entered the carriage with a tigerish face.
The carriage was very large inside, covered with thick black fur, and the cold sandalwood fragrance lingered on the tip of the nose. The only decoration inside was a huge mandala flower.
Nangong Xiaomiao rolled on the black fur, patted the place next to her, and asked the young master of the Hei family to lie down with her.
Hei Si didn't say anything, he just lay beside him in his clothes...
Beiming Liancheng sat next to the two little people, and there was no warmth in his tone: "Continue the topic just now, if you want mother to come back, just sit down obediently, and don't get your saliva on it.