Chapter 129

Wang Tong just reflected this is the voice of the professor, he asked again: "is she in the dormitory?"

"Professor Shangguan, right? Hee hee, graceful words in the dormitory! She is sleeping, but Professor Shangguan must have something important to find her since he is so late, right? You wait a moment. She's in my next dormitory. I'll call her right now. "

The official son Xuan just relieved a breath, is thinking to Wang Tong when he said not to call when he heard the voice of Wang Tong shouting at the end of the phone: "graceful, graceful? Why don't you open the door, what, she's not here, when did she go out? Where did you go in the middle of the night, this girl

The heart of the official son Xuan seems to fall into the water, the whole person is cool in a moment!

Love hospital, cold Wanyan lying in front of sister Leng Wanjun's bed, gradually slept past. I don't know how long she slept, and the door was opened gently.

The man who opened the door saw her sitting on the ground, his head lying on the delicate back of the bed, and he was relieved.

In this moment, saw her safe, his chest blocked breath and worry disappeared. Next is infinite pity and love.

Her eyes fell on the cold ground, her legs bent and curled together, and she looked uncomfortable, and wore only a thin pair of jeans on her legs.

The deep and cold eyes of shangguanzi Xuan gradually softened down, he walked gently, behind her, heard her breathing voice close to her, eyes fell on her face, the expression on her face was not clear, the eyebrows slightly frown, the corner of eyes was obviously crying marks.

He left for two days, did something so sad happen to her so strong and heartbroken?

The official son Xuan suddenly some regret, did not send someone around her 24 hours to monitor her dynamic.

He reached out, gently touched her white and tender skin, and his fingers touched the temperature of her skin, like a sense, through which the skin passed through the blood into her body.

In her dream, she met her dear father, when she was a child, Dad gently touched her cheek with his hand, saying that she was nice and sweet.

Cold graceful words some rely on their face to try to put together in the man's palm, a heart has become ice cold, although there is a little temperature in the dream, but also let her feel a long time of a kind of warmth.

The light in the eyes of the official son Xuan is more gentle, like a river of spring water, deep, inclusive and warm. His hand gently lifted her face and put it in his palm, feeling a cold feeling. The action of the official Xuan stopped, palm heart, wet, damp, all her tears, accident, surprise, heartache, heart inexplicable pain. Then they got together.

Why did she cry, why? He must know it at the first time.

He bent down, carefully picked up her, took her off the ground, still addicted to the cold and graceful words in the dreamland feel that his body was held up by a pair of powerful hands, the little woman in her arms was very uneasy!

Her eyebrows frown, uneasily drill in his arms, shangguanzixuan all the way to hold her, and walked to the hospital door.

Ouyangruo ran over immediately: "what's wrong with my wife?" The official son Xuan looked at him coldly, full of murderous eyes.

Ouyang, frightened to shut up, secretly looked at the woman in the president's arms, breathing evenly, and his face was comfortable, like sleeping, and it seemed to be no big obstacle.

The president left him here for nothing, but his intention was clear, that is to say that he should be here to take care of his wife. If his wife is on business trip, he will not escape the blame.

Ouyangru walked quickly to open the door with interest. Ouyangruo watched the president carry his wife and carefully went into the car with him, just like the person in his arms is a rare treasure.

In the morning, the bed turned over and turned his face to a sufficient side.

The strong light makes her heart dark world a bright, she slowly opened beautiful eyes, landing outside the window is already bleak autumn, let her just feel the beautiful mood endless and lonely.

Cold politely opened eyes, eyes did not turn to look out of the window for a while before reaction came, here is the upper officer son Xuan's home, she did not secretly escape from the dormitory to the hospital last night? Why are you back here?

The air in the room seems to be filled with the smell of another familiar man, fragrance, Qingling, so there is a faint smell of tobacco, a powerful brain into his nose, cold and graceful words suddenly sit up in bed.

At this time, her brown curly hair was scattered on her shoulders, and her brown eyes were filled with mist, reflecting the man sitting on the sofa opposite the bed.

It can not be said that the man is so beautiful at any time. A pair of long legs are casually tied, and the suit is well dressed. There is a cigarette burning out between the long fingers. His face is handsome and cold, and his deep eyes look at her sitting in bed with infinite pity.

Such a superior official Zixuan, let cold graceful words feel good distant, good and distant, before that familiar feeling, their favorite feeling, no longer find back.Leng Wanyan's beautiful and pure eyes are fixed on his face, looking at her. They are so close to each other. But how can her eyes feel unfamiliar? She seems to be looking at a stranger full of danger, with precautions and vigilance.

Shangguanzixuan pinched out the eyes in his hands. He found the same in her eyes, like a wounded kitten, pathetic, full of resistance to a stranger. He frowned, and there was a trace of displeasure and doubt in his eyes.

"Still dreaming?" He asked her, in a low, sexy voice with a trace of weariness. Others can hear that his words show concern, but at the moment, the cold words sound like a satire on themselves.

He is too stupid, always fantasizing about his kindness to her. He is always dazzled by his little kindness. How can he expect that he will do such a vicious thing, and he will kill his aunt's family.

Think of aunt, the heart of cold Wanyan can not help but cool down, eyes are also a little clear, and then deep, deep and cold.

"Why am I here?" She asked coldly.

Shangguanzixuan's eyes slightly passed a trace of strange, eyes locked in her face, her cold attitude, he saw very clearly.

There was a questioning tone in her words, and there was an obvious smell of gunpowder. It was obvious that the woman in front of her had misunderstood herself.