Chapter 77

Knowing that there is no one in it, she still imagines that she is in it, sleeping sweet and charming. She will like the room he has carefully arranged for her.

"Stab -"

the door of Yannian's room opens from inside.

It seems that there is a kind of telepathy in the dark, and it seems that she knows that he will come back, so she deliberately waits.

She didn't sleep at all.

That eyes, as usual, as clear, clean, but also a bit of light alienation.

Her long hair shawl, wearing long sleeved bubble pajamas, a conservative dress, wearing her body, inexplicably a little more amorous feelings.

Light orchid fragrance floating in the air, refreshing.

Yannian spent more than an hour soaking in the bathtub today. The smell of essential oil has completely covered up her wine.

Jiangbeiyuan quietly took a sip of her taste, which made him feel comfortable and comfortable, and his eyebrows opened.

"Not yet asleep?"

He raised his eyebrows and asked.

It's kind of awkward.

"Well, I can't sleep," Yannian answered, smiling innocuously. "You just came back?"

"The hospital has an emergency operation. It's late."

"Is it true that I have had an operation?"

All of a sudden she came up to him, pretending to smell him.

Her sudden approach made him feel uneasy, and his heart beat faster in an instant, but soon, Yan Nian went back.

"click, it has a woman's perfume, it tastes very strong."

Jiangbeiyuan frowns. Is it the taste of his falling when he comes back to xuanting pavilion?

"I -"

"Oh, by the way, I'll pay you back the 200000."

Yannian doesn't care. He takes a bank card out of his pajama pocket and hands it to him.

"After that, we will not owe each other."

She shrugged her shoulders and said, it's still the harmless face, the delicate goose egg face, the pure and clear Jian autumn pupils.

Pure let people angry, why her look so clean, a little jealous care about the meaning is not?

Jiangbeiyuan is always staring at her eyes.

Trying to see a trace of jealousy in her eyes.

Even a little bit.

Nothing.

She kept giving him the bank card. She raised her arm and said, "take it. My hands are sore."

Jiang Beiyuan's eyebrows are lowered.

Her unconcerned attitude suddenly gave him an illusion. Did she care and be jealous several times before, because he was flirting with her?

"Why do you have so much money?"

As far as he knows, she can't make more than 200000 yuan now.

Yan Nian rubbed his ears and said truthfully, "ask he huaiguang to borrow it. I've thought about it. What I owe you is not reliable."

"Not down to earth?"

"Yeah, before the money was paid, I felt like I had kicked a stone in my heart. He huaiguang is my sister. After so many years of friendship, I don't think much of his money even if I lose it, but you..."

She paused, her long lashes moving twice, covering the difference that came out of her eyes.

"I don't want to owe you, that's all."

Jiangbeiyuan didn't reach for it.

He had two hands in his pocket, and the long shadow fell on the ground and made a sharp dark awn, which reflected his eyebrows and eyes with a certain coolness.

"don't you want to know whose perfume I smell?"

His voice is clean, as deep as a pool of clear water, but it contains a little imperceptible Looking forward.