Chapter 962

So, more than two hours.

Fireworks burst and firecrackers roared outside, the first night of the new year.

Nalan spent her time on the bed of Gu Shiyu with a fan.

Nalan, with a fan on her face and looking out of the window, wondered if the first day of the new year would be so hard for her.

For a while, the fan's hand is slower and slower, and the movement is slower and slower.

Before long, the fan fell from Nalan Yanran's hand.

Nalan nodded her head and her eyelids sank.

He fell down to the bed in a daze, even squeezed the man beside him discontentedly, and got into the quilt skillfully.

The cold winter night is still a little cold, with a heat source nearby.

After a while, Nalan Yan Ran to Gu Shiyu.

In the darkness, the man who was sleeping slowly opened his light eyes, and then closed them again a few seconds later.

*On the other side, Jiang Jingming and Zhao Yancheng sat in the living room until one o'clock in the morning.

Finally, he got up and took his coat and left the old house.

He drove all the way to the familiar place, an old house.

Jiang Jingming stopped the car downstairs and leaned against the door to light a cigarette.

He looked at the familiar floor. It was dark inside. He thought she was sleeping.

I don't know how long he stood in the night. He didn't turn his head until the creak of blood was heard.

Seeing the woman coming, he couldn't help but stare for a few seconds, his throat a little tight.

Jiang did not expect him to be here. He was stunned for a few seconds, but soon recovered as usual.

The two men's eyes collided in the cold night for a moment. Jiang Jingming stared at her and did not look away.

However, Jiang ChuChu averted his eyes lightly, as if he didn't see him walking towards the front of the building.

Jiang's car was so jammed in front of the door that she had to walk by his side.

Jiang Jingming didn't make a sound all the time, but his eyes followed her footsteps and couldn't move away at all.

A woman is wearing a black coat, a wine red scarf, a face without any blood color, black hair, like a rose blooming in a snowy night, with an indescribable smell of death, but there is no reason for people to pity her.

Jiang ChuChu walked slowly by his side, as if he really regarded him as a stranger, not even planning to say hello.

Just a moment when she passed by her side, Jiang Jingming couldn't help it any more.

Subconsciously stretched out her feet and tripped her.

Jiang did not expect him to do so either. He stumbled and fell directly into his arms.

The tip of the nose bumped into a warm chest, with a faint smell of tobacco.

Jiang Jingming put her in his arms directly, and looked at her with a cigarette in his mouth and a little drooping eyes, but there was a little seriousness hidden in the eyes of danger Lang.

She is still as soft and cold as before, which makes him always want to put her in his arms to cover the heat.

But the woman's heart was cold. Sadly, it became the story of the farmer and the snake. He didn't want to warm her, but also wanted to build himself.

Jiang Chu looks up at him and says slowly, "is that enough?"

Listening to her cold voice, Jiang Jingming's Adam's Apple moved, but he couldn't say a word.

He held her in one hand and took the smoke down in the other.

Looking at the black and white eyes full of indifference, he actually wanted to ask her if she would like to be with him if he could not care about those things and how many men she had with.