Beiming Shaoxi took off his coat and threw it on the back of the chair, sitting coldly in the single tiger sofa chair.
The old man put on his reading glasses and studied carefully: "Is it the Mori family? The eldest daughter, or the younger daughter? Shaoxi, why don't you go and take a closer look? We An'an were bullied and you still just sit there?!"
Bei Mingyechen teased with a smile: "The two girls from the Sen family please you very much. Grandpa doesn't like it?"
"She is no longer welcome to be a guest at home!" The old man felt bad thinking about Ji An'an being bullied. He grimaced and blew out two heavy breaths from his nostrils.
"The crowd all agreed." Bei Mingyechen sent the photo to his mobile phone.
"What are you doing? Blocking grandpa from seeing the photo."
"Keep it as a souvenir."
"Send a copy to Grandpa's mobile phone as well..."
After a pause, Mr. Beiming threw a remote control into the cold air: "When will you marry me back? When will I turn into ashes?"
"Tomorrow." Beiming Shaoxi turned away, with a strange and evil look on his lips.
As soon as she left, he began to miss her. This was really a strange experience.
I want to keep her in my palm so that no one can covet her, and I also want to give her the space to cause trouble in the palace, no matter how fancy she is.
He must be old to be so boring.
Chapter 38 Never betray me
Late at night the dew is gathering on the leaves.
Ji Anan's long hair was spread between the pillows, and her lips were as red as blood secreting in the night, enchanting and mysterious.
Her skin is translucent and fair, like a sleeping princess, exuding a noble aura from her bones.
She wandered in her dreams, dreaming of a time when the Su family was in its glory.
The Gu family and the Su family are evenly matched and both are famous families. From the time she can remember, Gu Nancheng has been in her world.
The enchanting mist is so thick that it cannot be dissolved in the dream.
Ji Anan walked on the cobblestone path with bare snow-white feet. The roadside was surrounded by a sea of flowers, with tall rose branches swaying thickly, and their fragrance spread in the night wind.
Qianmo...
A dangerous aura approached her.
Before he could turn around, his body was thrown into a hot embrace, and his whole heart was pounding.
The man's wild and uninhibited breath sprayed on the back of her neck, and he gently leaned down and kissed the back of her neck and ears.
He kissed the blue veins hidden under her fair skin little by little with nostalgia.
It seemed like he would open his mouth and bite it down in the next second, sucking out her brightest blood.
Don't keep cutting me and then coming to wipe my blood and apply medicine. I can't bear it.
Ji Anan was trembling uncontrollably and tried hard to look back at him.
His exposed arms were engraved with totems, winged crosses, entwined flower vines, and her name lingering around.
Qianmo, never betray me. I am yours, and you can only belong to me.
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Ji Anan's forehead was covered with cold sweat, and he sat up in a nightmare, sweating.
Her mind went blank for a few minutes before her consciousness returned...
I dreamed of him again.
Gu Nancheng seemed to have sprinkled a handful of thorn seeds in her heart, and thorny vines grew crazily and suffocated her.
Every time I think of him, I feel suffocated, as if my whole body is imprisoned in his wild arms.
Ji Anan got up, washed up, and sat in front of the makeup mirror to put on makeup.
Her makeup skills are as good as disguise, and the special effects makeup in movies are just a small case for her.
If she wanted to, she could make herself look like an old lady in her sixties, and the wrinkles on her face would be real...
Of course, this requires the use of some professional tools.
Ji Anan's pure face was covered by makeup, and her phone rang.