Quick wear, the beautiful and soft female supporting role's charming road

The boy's short black hair was a little messy, and there was expectation and panic in his eyes. I don't know if it was an illusion, but Jing Luying seemed to have grown taller after not seeing him for a long time. His face lost some of its childishness and gained some angular handsomeness.

Looking at him this way, his features look more and more like Jing Luming.

While she was dazed, he had already walked in front of her, and a warm hand grasped her right hand. Ning Jiaoyan's heart skipped a beat and she was startled. Several outrageous possibilities instantly popped up in her mind.

At this moment she was actually panicked for a moment and looked up at him in astonishment.

The moment Jing Luying saw her, he was both happy and nervous. He wasn't a child anymore; he'd long since understood the relationship between men and women. He knew who had been causing his anxiety and tossing and turning lately, and he knew exactly who he was missing.

He missed the woman before him, her lips slightly open, her distinct black and white eyes staring blankly at him, her small hands tightly curled. Jing Luying suddenly felt a sense of relief for the anguish and guilt he'd tried so hard to conceal. Was she...

The girl in front of him frowned and yelled, "Jing Luying, what are you doing?!"

"Men and women shouldn't touch each other. I'm you..." He turned his head away awkwardly, "Anyway, you can't do this to me."

Jing Luying glanced at her profile with greedy eyes, loosened his hand, picked up the things in her hand and placed them on the table.

Ning Jiaoyan's brows relaxed as she listened to his words with a smile, "What kind of gift did you bring? You're still holding it even after arriving here. Why don't you put it on the table with the others? I'd like to see what this is."

A trace of guilt crossed Ning Jiaoyan's face. She then looked intently at the item in his hand and explained in a clear voice, "This is the pearl cream I gave to Aunt Yun. It has the effect of maintaining youthful appearance and nourishing the skin. I wanted to give it to Aunt Yun personally, so I'm holding it—you, a man... what are you looking at?"

The more she spoke, the more confident she became, but in Jing Luying's eyes, it was a sign of guilt.

Ning Jiaoyan stepped forward and snatched the box, glaring at him with what she thought was a fierce look. "Also, what you did just now was really inappropriate. Did you want to scare me to death?!"

Jing Luying looked at her angry look. She had her beautiful tail burned but still wanted to reason with him. She was so panicked just now but could hide her guilt later... He did not feel nervous or afraid because a corner of his thoughts was revealed. Instead, he was very happy.

Because his lovely little antique girl would be more scared and panicked than he was.

Jing Luying replied naturally, "How could I have known you would react so strongly? If you don't do anything wrong, you don't have to worry about ghosts knocking on your door in the middle of the night."

"It's you who came up and grabbed my...my hand. Jing Luying, you're really getting more and more unruly. Don't get so close to me next time, or I'll settle all my grudges with you."

The girl looked really angry. Jing Luying suddenly put away the smile on her face, stood up straight and looked at her, and said softly: "I'm sorry, please don't be angry. It's not good for your health."

Ning Jiaoyan calmed down a little and cooperated very well.

Later, Tang Huiyun and the others arrived, smiling and talking to her. The atmosphere was peaceful. Only Jing Luying and Jing Feicui were unusually quiet; their voices filled the meal.

It was just Aunt Yun praising her, and she responded meekly, but in the eyes of others, it didn't seem very satisfying.

Jing Luying didn't eat much and left the table halfway.

Aunt Yun asked, but was stopped by the old patriarch of the Jing family in a deep voice. However, she said some words about wasting time and doing something wrong, thinking that they were encouraging her son.

But I didn't expect that they would start arguing so quickly.

She didn't pay much attention to the protagonist's father. He looked very strong, but he was so angry with his son that he vomited blood.

Look, they had a fight and ended up in the hospital.

Ning Jiaoyan felt very embarrassed at the moment. The Jing family felt as if its pillar had been broken. Both Aunt Yun and the unruly little girl Jing Feicui burst into tears. She could cry, but what was going on with this little girl trying to get into her arms?

She could only pat her back soothingly, "Okay, uncle was just very angry and fainted for a moment. The doctor said it's okay, don't be so sad."

"Crying like this is not good for your health."

What she actually meant was, "You can't die, so why are you crying?! Even if I didn't die, you'd cry me to death."

Coaxing her did work, and the girl in his arms gradually stopped crying, but he still held her waist tightly. Ning Jiaoyan looked at her hair and suddenly had some absurd thoughts. Could she have done that on purpose?

When did their relationship become so good?

She noticed someone was looking at her, and when she looked up, it was indeed Jing Luying. He was supporting Aunt Yun and looked much more depressed.

"I didn't mean to do that. I never thought my father's body would be like this."

Few people pass by in this narrow corridor.

After comforting Aunt Yun and Jing Feicui, I went out to wash my hands when Jing Luying pulled me here.

Ning Jiaoyan looked at him calmly, "Is this what you wanted to talk about by bringing me here?"

Jing Luying looked up at her indifferent expression, a trace of pain flashing in her eyes. She turned her head away like an abandoned puppy, "Yeah... If it was my brother standing here, you would definitely be heartbroken. Me?"

"You don't care, no one cares."

Ning Jiaoyan sensed the deep sense of grievance in him and smiled silently, "Brother Luming?"

"If Brother Luming were here, you and Uncle wouldn't have argued. Isn't that what adults do? When their outstanding son isn't around, they think of you, their mediocre son, and give you a scolding. Who knew you would be so rebellious and hurt him so much?"

"Why are you feeling wronged? Aren't you usually quite arrogant?"

Jing Luying's eyes were filled with surprise. This was not something she would say. He thought Xiao Gudong was going to scold him for being a traitor. That made him feel better. He liked listening to her talk.

But I didn't expect it to be like this.

"... Ning Jiaoyan?"

Looking at her clear black eyes, Jing Luying lowered her head and said, "That's my father. I feel guilty."

"You might as well scold me."

Ning Jiaoyan took a step forward. "Why should I scold you? What right do I have? I'm not even a daughter-in-law of the Jing family. You're also strange. You come to me to ask for a scolding. Do you remember that I'm your future sister-in-law, or is it something else...what?"

It seemed to be true, and his heart was beating like thunder in his ears. He clenched his fingers and looked up to see the naked smile in her eyes.

He was still hiding, "What? Ning Jiaoyan, what are you talking about? I don't understand."

Ning Jiaoyan didn't want to expose this boy's thoughts, but his appearance aroused the evil desires deep in her heart. Seeing that he was thinking of a young wife, she took back the topic and asked doubtfully, "Didn't you pull me here so that I could comfort you?"

"If Brother Luming were here, you wouldn't look for me. You say you don't treat me as your sister-in-law, but in fact, you and Sister Feicui have already accepted me, right?"

"I'm telling you, have you forgotten what I said about your uncle? I said that to comfort you. Just listen to it and don't take it seriously."

what? !

She was still talking, treating him completely like a child.

"I will be your sister-in-law from now on. I'm your elder. You can seek comfort from me. Don't be shy. I've watched you grow up!"

Haha~ Ning Jiaoyan even said it to herself and she was happy.

Jing Luying looked at her in disbelief, "Comfort? Shy?! Watched me grow up?!!"

He approached quickly, grabbed her waist and pressed her against the white wall behind her. His eyes were shining and he looked like a dog.

He did nothing, foreheads touching, "Ning Jiaoyan, you're so infuriating, you're such a little antique!"

Ning Jiaoyan continued to play dumb. What? What was he doing? She didn't understand a word he said? Little antique?! This guy must be scolding her!

Then after a series of changes in her eyes, the boy ran away.

Looking at the equally white wall opposite, Ning Jiaoyan curled her eyes. Calling her a little antique is just like saying she is a piece of wood, isn't it?

It was so funny that she laughed out loud even though there was no one here. She leaned against the wall and laughed with her head down. When she looked up, she felt like the sky was falling.

The man bent slightly and looked at her, as if he was looking at something new and strange. When he raised his head, a ripple of surprise flashed across his light brown eyes like glaze beads.

"Miss...you..."

The girl's eyes were like exquisite jewels, and after a moment of confusion, they were gradually replaced by a defensive look. "Sir, what can I do for you?"

She looked like a defensive little white rabbit on the surface, but she was actually both panicked and expectant inside.

His eyes were dodging around randomly, and he looked even more attractive now than before in the abandoned factory.

If Jing Luying can't bite it right away, can't she bite Zhao An too?

If there is a first time, there will be a second time... "Miss, I don't mean any harm. I just want to ask where you bought the perfume you use?"

"what?"

Ning Jiaoyan was a little stunned. What was this opening line...what was going on?

Perfume, she didn't wear any perfume, she doesn't like to wear perfume on her body.

"Oh my god—" Ning Jiaoyan suddenly realized and straightened up. "Does Zhao An have a dog's nose too?" The hospital was filled with the smell of alcohol. How did he find her?

"Are you asking me what perfume I wear? Sir, this is very offensive. I'm sorry I can't tell you."

Before he could react, she attacked first.

After saying this, Ning Jiaoyan was about to leave him.

None of the male characters she met were short in stature. Zhao An looked reserved and elegant, but he was also tall and straight like jade. She, a weak woman, was like a little chicken in front of him.

As soon as he stretched his legs, she couldn't walk.

Looking up along his trouser legs, Ning Jiaoyan discovered that her forehead was twenty centimeters away from his chin. Looking at the neatly arranged collar in front of her, her body felt a little weak, and she held onto the wall beside her unnaturally.

What on earth was she enduring? What if he found out? She had a thousand ways to hook him tightly.

Zhao An also noticed something was wrong with the girl. Seeing her weakly leaning against the white wall, he assumed she was frail. He then thought he was indeed rude. Perhaps she was just here for a medical consultation, and he stood in front of her and asked such a private question. It was a good thing she didn't think he was a hooligan.

"Excuse me, can I help the young lady get medical help?"

Zhao An also looked forward again. The girl was leaning against the wall, looking at him with half-closed eyes. Her weak and frail appearance revealed a bit of charm and enchantment.

The girl fell backwards as if she couldn't withstand the external force, and Zhao An quickly pulled her back. At this moment, the girl treated him as a wall.

Zhao An also listened to the girl's soft breathing. At first, he thought she was sick, but as her body temperature changed, he seemed to understand. The girl's breath was as fragrant as orchid, and the familiar scent filled her body. Those fragmented memories emerged in his mind.

Before he could ask, he heard her say, "My illness is only treatable by you, sir. Can you help me?"

Zhao An also lowered his head. The girl looked like she was drunk, her face flushed, and her pure and beautiful eyes were shining with seductive light. It was not that she was sick, she was clearly in a trance.

Zhao An was basically certain that the girl in his arms was the woman from that day.

Apart from the smell, no other woman can be as bold as her.

This is still a hospital, and she can fall into his arms and become aroused, let alone an unmanned factory?

Even in his weak and bloody state, she could lift up her skirt and sit down. How fucking slutty!

Ning Jiaoyan didn't believe he would remain indifferent. She stretched out her fingers to pull his sleeve, slowly lifting the clothes on his shoulders, "Can you take me away?"

The voice is soft but with a hook.

Who knew—"What a little bitch! You look so pure and pretty, why are you so horny everywhere? You don't even spare the wounded. How about sending you to the military camp, huh? Little bitch!"

Ning Jiaoyan was a little surprised. She hadn't expected Zhao An to swear in front of a woman. She knew he wouldn't do that, but his sexual preferences might be completely different from his elegant appearance.

I don’t know why, but I thought of a man who turned out to be a scoundrel.

Zhao An doesn't wear glasses either, but his eyes are very charming. He is usually gentlemanly and calm, always remaining cool and composed. It is hard to imagine that he is so relaxed in this regard.

Then she cooperated with him, hugged him tighter, her body trembling and looking very scared, "No, how could you send me to that place, Jiaojiao will die~"

The man appeared calm. The large hand on his waist moved downwards. With a cold expression, he spoke in a tone that was inconsistent with his image. "Will you die? Even if you do, it will be a pleasant death. You're lucky."

Ning Jiaoyan couldn't help it. She either slapped him to vent her anger or grabbed his fingers. She did so, acting terrified while pleading softly, "How can this be? I want to die in your hands, sir. Don't send me away~"

"Please."

He chuckled and didn't stop her.

She has a pretty sexy smile.

Zhao Anye's fingers are very long, probably because he is always handling guns and organizing documents. There is a layer of calluses of varying thickness on his fingertips and palms.

she likes.

In comparison, she preferred his middle finger and ring finger.