Chapter 2670 Bandit (17)
"..." She subconsciously took a step back.
Frightened by his eyes, she slightly avoided his sight.
Hold your hands behind your back, calm down.
"She...do you remember, what is her name?"
It's a test, I want to test how much he dreamed in his dream.
Jiang Ning stared at her with lacquer eyes, squinted slightly, "Do you know her?"
Observation is terrifyingly strong.
She tried a little, and he—
It seems to have noticed something.
She was startled, and immediately denied, "...No, I don't know, I don't know who your wife is."
Although she can guess that it is likely to be her, she will not admit it without evidence now.
If it wasn't her...
Isn't that a joke?
She denied one after another, "I don't know her, I don't know anything, and I haven't seen her."
Jiang Ning raised her fingertips slightly, and tapped them lightly under her wide sleeves, her tone indifferent.
"How do you know you haven't seen her? You don't know her, so why are you so sure?"
Sure enough, she noticed it, and began to grasp the loopholes in her words, approaching step by step.
There is a posture of biting to death.
Yun Si looked at him, her eyeballs flickered, and her mind was spinning rapidly.
"Nature... is determined from your drawing."
"Since she is so beautiful, if you meet her, it will be unforgettable for a lifetime."
"But... I've never met a woman like that, so... I'm sure."
Her psychological quality is not bad, as long as she is killed and does not know her, he will naturally have nothing to do with her.
Jiang Ning came to her, looked down at her.
The black lacquered eyes reflected her calm and unflappable face, neither warm nor cold, a little strangely calm.
I don’t know whether I believe it or not.
Yun Si thought for a while, then nodded, "I probably don't know you."
As soon as the voice fell, he raised his hand.
For a split second, she thought he was going to hit her.
But he didn't want to, he just touched her eyes.
Her eyes closed subconsciously, and soon felt the coldness of his fingertips.
In the cold autumn, in a warm house, the charcoal fire in the furnace is vigorously baking, and it is working hard to send heat.
However, even though the surroundings are extremely warm, his hands are still cold.
It looks like a stream flowing in the late autumn that is about to freeze into ice.
It just landed on her eyes lightly, caressing, and cooling her eyes.
The action was somewhat ambiguous.
"If you lied to me..."
After a few slow words, I didn't continue to say anything after that.
Obviously, he already had the answer in his heart, but he didn't tell her.
She opened her eyes, blinking.
Wanted to say something, but didn't want to, he withdrew his hand and changed the subject suddenly, "It's getting late, go to bed."
"…?Now?"
She was taken aback for a moment, and subconsciously glanced at the window.
The windows were all closed, and the sky outside could not be seen, but it was still very early since she had just returned.
Moyo at seven o'clock in the evening, at most seven thirty—
"You have to get up early tomorrow, your eyes need to rest."
He stared at her, emotionless.
I only care about her eyes, probably because her eyes can be in the best viewing state when painting tomorrow, so I want her to go to bed early.
The more sleep you get, the brighter and brighter your eyes will be.
"..." She was silent for a moment, pulling her lips, "Then where should I sleep? Sleep here?"
Here is the place where he does carpentry and makes mechanisms. There is no bed, so he can only sleep on the floor if he wants to sleep.
(end of this chapter)