Su Kui didn't know that brother and sister were worried.

Originally, she had treated Tuoba Xuan as a transparent person, and he came here. If you don't stop yourself, and don't say anything to him that will annoy him, just think he doesn't exist.

After a few days, Tuoba Xuan couldn't help it. She didn't let Su Kui say a word. It seemed that she was uncomfortable, as if there was something missing.

Today, tuobaxuan comes again.

She was reading in the soft slumps of her study, while Tuoba Xuan was correcting the memorials in front of her desk. Occasionally, she raised her eyes, and could see the warm sunshine in winter gently sprinkled on her plain white face, only feeling that the world was safe.

There are no pavilions and pavilions, nine curve corridors, and some, just the most simple furnishings, simple rooms.

This picture, let Tuoba Xuan, find the feeling of being an ordinary person.

He slightly hooked the hook lip angle, even he didn't find how satisfied his smile was. Drooping eyes, once again the mind will fall on a line of hundred official memorials.

However, Tuoba Xuan is destined to be wishful thinking.

Su Kui has been in this position for a long time since morning. Although I have a book in my hand, I haven't read a single line of words. There is a place in my heart that I feel uneasy, like thousands of ants are biting.

She has a feeling, Meng Zhian, something's wrong.

Otherwise, with his jealous character, how could Tuoba Xuan go in and out of Changhuan hospital day by day without doing anything?

So obviously, there's only one left.

Twist eyebrow, oneself is not, should go out to see him?

But -

Yu Guang sweeps to Tuoba Xuan not far away, her brow is tight, this person, it is a trouble.

Tuoba Xuan perceives Su Kui's eyes, puts down his pen, smiles and says: "what can I do? Have you got flowers on your face? "

See Su Kui lightly glanced at him, and turned his head, also don't care, already used to her cold.

He picked up the pen and drew under his hand a few times. He said to Su Kui, "Chi Zhan, come and have a look. It doesn't look like it?"

Su Kui didn't speak. He spoke again. In the end, he was the emperor. He couldn't allow others to ignore him again and again. There's something tough in the tone, "Chi Zhan, come here."

Su Kui didn't look back. At a glance, he fell on the painting on his desk. There are a few strokes on the painting, which outline the beautiful image of a woman. You don't need to guess that it's her. I don't know when Tuoba Xuan opened the memorial and painted her, but I don't know.

However, this did not prevent her from getting up and going to see.

Tuoba Xuan saw her face finally, his eyes brightened, and he said happily, "this time I just drew a simple picture. After two days, I will draw a picture for you, OK?" He said, with some expectation in his eyes.

Su Kui looks back and smiles. In Tuoba Xuan happy time, mercilessly poured a basin of cold water, "no good."

At the same time, hands up and down.

"PATA --"

the tea cup beside the desk rolled on the table several times with her actions, and the tea in it was filled with the wet ink on the painting.

"You -"

it's too late for tuobaxuan to tighten his pupils and steal them.

Angry in the heart, has he ever been treated like this? I just felt that my face was burning red, like being slapped alive. The head almost did not turn away, the big hand already tightly grasped in front of the woman's neck, dragged her toe off the ground.

"Chi Zhan, don't push forward! Don't go back to the palace with me, do you? Do you really think that I can't do anything here? "